White Men
By: Wilona Riva
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom or this nursery rhyme.
This was too funny; I had to save it. ^_^
One, two, three, four, five.
"Any idea what he's trying to do?" Agent O asked Agent K.
"Negative," came the reply. "Obviously, it's some kind of ploy to distract us."
"Affirmative," said Agent O.
They watched in silence as Phantom made another circuit of the white van they were in.
Once I caught a fish alive,
"Think he means he went fishing when he was living?" Agent K asked Agent O.
"Possibly, or maybe it's a recreational sport he indulges in when he's not out terrorizing the town," Agent O mused. "We'd better make notes of this."
"Affirmative."
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,
"I think Phantom is laughing at us," Agent O scowled.
"How do you know?" Agent K asked curiously.
"Just a hunch," came the reply.
Then I let it go again.
"Think he caught the legendary Leviathan?" Agent K asked.
"Possibly," Agent O answered. "Who knows what kind of monster fish they have in their world?"
"Makes for a few interesting whoppers that's for sure."
Why did you let it go?
"Definitely, must have been the Leviathan," Agent K noted. "Phantom has enough strength and power to subdue ghosts several times his size."
"Affirmative."
Because it bit my finger so.
Both agents of the GIW watched in amusement as Phantom's flight was halted by a human girl wearing gothic attire. She was yelling at him and waving a soup thermos and pointing in the opposite direction of the street.
"They need to include human audio filtrators in this thing," Agent O muttered, silently cursing because they couldn't hear what the human girl was telling Phantom.
"Just another minute, Sam," they heard Phantom reply. "They haven't got all their surveillance footage yet."
Her mouth twitched slightly.
"Surveillance footage?" Agent K asked Agent O. "I think he knows we're here."
"We're not exactly inconspicuous," Agent O replied.
"Oh."
Which finger did it bite?
"His hands looked unharmed to me," Agent O said, throwing down his notebook and pen. "I think he's been playing with us all along."
Agent O grabbed a laser gun and a jet pack. "Let's get him."
"Didn't we have a white van?" Agent O asked Agent K.
"Yeah? Uh-oh, the chief is going to kill us," Agent K said, when he saw what Phantom had done. All over the van were little DP symbols done in electric green and neon black.
"I didn't know black came in neon, did you?" Agent K asked.
"Nope, but we're dead either way you look at it. I don't think those graffiti marks wash off," Agent O replied.
Tucker snickered. "Aw man, the look on their faces. Danny, that was a classic, if I ever saw one."
Sam shook her head. "You're lucky your parents got there a bit later than they did."
Danny grinned. "Mom was driving today. I think the police are catching on to Dad."
Tucker bent over, wheezing in pain, as the laughter continued to bubble forth.
"Hilarious," Sam sarcastically quipped, rolling her eyes at the sky.
This little finger on the right.