"Dude! Dude, come over here this second, I just got the best idea ever!" Tucker's voice shouted from Danny's cell.
Danny's eyes widened. He knew this tone; it meant that his best friend had one of his crazy ideas that always, always worked.
"I'll be there in a sec."
Danny quickly transformed and flew to Tucker's house, making sure nobody was watching before dropping through the roof directly over the techno-geek's room. He transformed back to Fenton, enjoying the cool wash-over of the glowing rings before before turning to his friend, whose eyes were glued to his computer screen.
"So?"
"You can sing." Tucker whispered in awe, turning to his friend with wide eyes.
"What?" Danny frowned.
"You. Can. Sing. Why didn't you tell me?!"
Danny's eyes widened even more than Tucker's. "Where. Did. You Get. That. Video." He growled, spotting the picture of himself on his friend's computer screen.
"That's not important, man! You can sing! Do you even know what that means?!"
"Of course it's important, I was in the shower!" Danny shouted in horror.
"Exactly! You were singing in the shower! And you were REALLY GOOD!" Tucker squealed, not noticing Danny's glare accompanied by violently glowing green eyes.
Danny finally sighed. "Okay, I give. Why is it so great that I can sing?"
"Because," Tucker said excitedly, though he was a bit calmer now, "with a voice that good- and, man, you're REALLY good! - You can get popular!"
Danny sighed. "Yeah, but wimpy Danny Fenton can't just suddenly get cool! People would make the connection between me and Phantom before my dad could yell 'ghost'."
"Phantom and I." Tucker corrected. "But you wouldn't have to act cool; with a voice like that, you could be popular even though you're a total loser!"
Danny's eyes narrowed. "Do you really think so?"
"One hundred percent sure."
Tucker was almost never one hundred percent sure.
Danny pumped a fist in the air. "Tucker, you're a genius!"
"Wait," Tucker held up his hand up palm out in a motion to pause, "You need to know how to rap. Can you rap?"
"… I think so."
"We need to test you. If you can't rap, then no one at school is even going to give you a second glance."
Danny nodded. "Point. How should we test it?"
"I know just the rap." Tucker smiled almost evilly.
Tucker turned to his computer and began to type furiously. "Just the rap…" Tucker breathed as he smiled and turned the computer screen so that Danny could see it.
Danny squinted. "…Is that a pony?"
"Yes. Yes it is." Tucker tapped something out on his computer, then pulled up the lyrics to the tune he was about to play from Youtube.
"Okay… so I just kinda sing along?"
"Rap along," Tucker corrected, "But yep. Are you ready?"
"Can you play one with the lyrics in it first so I know how it goes?"
"Sure," Tucker typed a bit, then pulled up a separate window and played the original rap. "Got it?"
Danny nodded slowly. "I think so."
"You ready, then?"
"Let's get this over with."
Tucker pressed play.
Danny waited till he knew the lyrics started, took a deep breath, and began to rap.
"Yeah I own this beat
You can call me the king or the ruler
Felon on bass, getting hoarse at the mic
We're getting 20 percent cooler
We had a great day out
Calling my name like Ferris Bueller
It's time to wrap this up
We're getting 20 percent cooler
7 colors in your hair
Get your boots on dear 'cause we're going out there
Don't care bout the dress code
Put it on, let's go
Girls go wild 'cause we're going "al fresco"
Ha!
No need to perform
Hands on our bodies gonna keep our skills warm
We need social reform 'cause we're just so criminal
Linguist subliminal, damages minimal
Top percentile, largest fraction
Massive attraction, girl-on-girl action
Stop that, I'm gonna need a redaction
Drop that, you already got your reaction
Me? I'm gonna keep on smiling
You? You're gonna need restyling
I got the quote back
From the jeweler
You're getting 20 percent cooler…" At first, Danny was a bit hesitant, but as the rap went on he got faster and started getting into it and bobbing his head, even dancing a bit to the rhythm. And, to Tucker at least, Danny sounded good. Almost better than the original rapper, even!
"Yeah I own this beat" Dannycontinued, really feeling the song now,
"You can call me the king or the ruler
Felon on bass, getting hoarse at the mic
We're getting 20 percent cooler
We had a great day out
Calling my name like Ferris Bueller
It's time to wrap this up
We're getting 20 percent cooler
We're getting 20 percent cooler!
We're getting 20 percent cooler!
We're getting 20 percent cooler!
We're getting 20 percent cooler!
Shhhhhhhh
Reduce that treble
There's an 8 or 9 who think they're on my level
Like a rebel in a bunker getting shelled with a mortar
Bump up and down cause I think you ought'a
Place your hand on my thigh
Don't be coy, I can hear you sigh
Grinding your hips, I'll be flashing my pink
And in ten seconds flat you'll be back with a drink
Wooo!
Bring out the Bacardi
Twilight, Sparkle, up in the party
Tap that, like a phone in the cold war
Room on the third floor, knocking at my front door
Me? I'm kind of a rarity
You? Work that dexterity
Lean back now, here's what I meant
Getting cooler by 20 percent
Yeah I own this beat
You can call me the king or the ruler
Felon on bass, getting hoarse at the mic
We're getting 20 percent cooler
We had a great day out
Calling my name like Ferris Bueller
It's time to wrap this up
We're getting 20 percent cooler
We're getting 20 percent cooler!
We're getting 20 percent cooler!
We're getting 20 percent cooler!
We're getting 20 percent cooler!
Yeah I own this beat
You can call me the king or the ruler
Felon on bass, getting hoarse at the mic
We're getting 20 percent cooler
We had a great day out
Calling my name like Ferris Bueller
It's time to wrap this up
We're getting 20 percent cooler." Danny finished, taking a deep breath. He looked like he was hyperventilating, but a huge grin had spread across his face. This was fun!
Danny looked to a wide-eyed Tucker. There was a slight pause before the techno-geek burst into frantic applause. When he finally stopped, only because his hands were starting to hurt, he told Danny, "Dude, I think you just got 20 percent cooler."