Author's Note: I do not own any of these characters! Danny Phantom belongs to Butch Hartman, Rugrats belongs to Paul Germain, The Simpsons belong to Matt Groening, and Calvin and Hobbes belong to Bill Watterson (sorry if I spelled any names wrong). I also took a similar quote from iCarly as well. So, I don't own that either! :) Enjoy!

WARNING: This story contains good people gone bad, and bad people gone good. Make sure your brain hasn't gotten confused! ;)

Forward

"Okay." Angelica sighed, annoyed. "So I appose you're wondering why I'm here in the firstest place. Well, you see, I was apposed to go firstest on our adventure tape of 'Tales From the Crib', and I kind of accidentally tricked Sam Manson into doing it firstest the lastest time when we drew straws. And now I gots to comes up with a story quickly for Tommy afore time runs out!"

She paused, waiting for someone to say something to her. No one was listening.

"This is just plain redictulous!" Angelica exclaimed, angrily. "Hey, Fenton! How am I apposed to tell a story if nobody's listening to me?"

Danny quickly walked out onto the stage. "How many times do have to tell you, Angelica? It's a documentary for Tommy to watch in the years to come! No one's supposed to be listening to you!"

"That's fine! I don't gots any story to tell to my dopey cousin anyways!" Angelica got up and walked toward the left side of the stage.

Danny sighed. "I was afraid of that. That's why I thought up one for you!"

He quickly put a hand to Angelica's ear and whispered to her.

Once he was done, her eyes widened. "You've gots to be kidding me! You wants me to tell him that story?"

"Hey, it was the only one I could think of that wasn't mine!"

Angelica rolled her eyes. "Fine!" she said, stubbornly. "I'll tell the stupid story!"

Danny smiled and walked back toward the left side of the stage.

Angelica sighed. "Okay, Tommy!" she cried, lowering the microphone down toward her, and sitting in the wooden chair placed in the middle of the stage. "You'd better likes this story because it's the onlyest one I'm gonna tells you!"

Chapter 1: The Birthday Party

It was a bright, sunny day when I woked up that morning. I could tell because the sun was coming in through my windlow, the birds were singing their songs, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. But, honestly, I really didn't care about any of that!

"Yes!" I cried, jumping out of my bed. I quickly grabbed my Cynthia doll. "Do you know what today is Cynthia?"

Cynthia just stared up at me. I expected as much. She doesn't talk a lot.

"It's my third birthday!" I exclaimed. "And you know what that means!"

I waited for Cynthia to answer my question.

"That's right! It means I'm no longer a baby anymore!"

I was so glad that my birthday was finally here. I'd been looking forward to this day for months! I was just growing out of my old shell, like my Mommy had told me. Whatever that means. I was just tired of hanging out with babies all of the time. My little cousin Tommy was okay, but all he and his friends ever did was play in the sandbox, go on dumb adventures, and drink juice boxes. It was just getting boring for me. I'm surprised Danny Fenton and his bestest friends never stopped doing these things. Why can't they just grow up already?

Anyways, I didn't have to worry about that anymore, because I just turned three years old, which means, I'm officially not a baby anymore! No more juice boxes, dumb games, and/or sandbox 'fun'. It was just me, and nobodys else!

I quickly ran downstairs. My Daddy was already hanging up streamers! Pink and purple ones, just like I told him. My Mommy was talking to Jonathan, her assistant. But that wasn't much of a surprise. She said she was going to plan for my party with him. Plus, since she's the boss of a big company, she was always on the phone.

"Morning Daddy!" I exclaimed, happily.

My Daddy turned and smiled at me. "Hi there, princess! How's my little girl today?"

"I'm a big girl now, Daddy!" I reminded him. "I just turned three years old!" I grinned, then added, "I'm not a baby anymore, you know!"

"Of course you're not! You're a kid now!"

I nodded. "So, what time's my party?"

"Not for awhile, dear." my Daddy answered. He pointed to the clock on the filing cabinet in our living room. "When both the big hand and the small hand are on the very top, that's when your party will start."

I frowned, glancing at the time. "I have to wait that long?" I asked.

Daddy smiled at me. "Don't worry, it'll go by really fast." He smiled, then added, "I hear Bart and Lisa Simpson and one of their friends should be coming to visit in an hour while their Mom and Dad are shopping for a birthday present for you!"

"Bart's coming early?" I was excited. Sure Bart was a baby, but he was the onlyest baby I would actually volunteer to hang out with, even if it involves playing with Tommy and his friends for awhile. Bart likes them too. He's one of my bestest friends. Actually, he's my onlyest bestest friend after Susie Carmichael.

I ran out of the living room and up the stairs. "I gots to get out of these PJ's and get ready!"

Awhile later the doorbell rang. I dashed downstairs to the door just as my Mommy opened it. There was one-year-old Bart Simpson, and four month old Lisa Simpson in their Mommy's arms. Their Daddy was standing nextest to her. Standing on the cement porch, was a kid I've never seen afore.

The boy was older than me, around five or six years old, yet he was about as tall as me. He had really messy yellow hair. It was even messier than Danny Fenton's! The boy wore a red shirt with thin black stripes on it, blue jeans (Or were they shorts? I couldn't tell.), and red and white sneakers. But what was really strange was that he was holding a stuffed tiger. Wasn't he a little bit old to be carrying stuffed animals around? Then again, I do carry Cynthia with me a lot. The boy was grinning at me from ear to ear.

"Hello, Marge!" my Mommy exclaimed. "Come on in!"

Bart's Mommy grinned. "Well, thank you, Charlotte. But, we'd better drop the kids off and go while we still have time to shop for a present for Angelica." She leaned down toward me. "Happy third birthday, dear!"

I smiled. "Thank you, Mrs. Bart's Mom!"

Bart's Mommy grinned even more. "Aww! Isn't that sweet? Well, come on Homer! We'd better get shopping while we can!"

"Okay!" Homer exclaimed. He picked up Lisa. "Goodbye, sweetie!"

She giggled. "Goodbye, Dad!"

Don't worry. I already knew Lisa could talk. Apparently, she's gifted. "In other words, she's very smart!" my Daddy had told me. I really didn't see what the big deal was. I could talk by the time I was two! And nobody announced anything to me about being smart. Ah, well! The day will come eventually! After Lisa, I am the nextest smartest girl in the whole wild world! Anybody with a brain can tell that!

Bart's Daddy set Lisa down. Then he picked up Bart, and said, "Now, behave boy!"

"Dad!" Bart groaned. "We had this discussion already! No screaming, breaking things, and/or picking on Lisa."

"That's my boy!" He set Bart on the floor. "Okay, Marge! Let's get going!"

My Mommy shut the door as soon as the boy with the tiger ran in, and Bart's parents left.

"Hey there, Angelica!" Lisa exclaimed, toddling toward me. "Happy Birthday!"

"Yeah, yeah!" I said, annoyed and waving my arm. "Don't you gots any dumb baby stuffs to do?"

"Actually," Lisa stated, "I didn't bring anything with me. I usually play with my baby toys at home when I have nothing better to do. After all, my superior intellect has taught me many great things! I've already read most of the Nancy Drew series, and-," She cut off, and gasped. "You have a shelf full of encyclopedias!"

I grinned. After only knowing Lisa for a little while, I knew one thing for sure. If you set a big book in front of her, she won't stop reading until it's time to goes!

"Wow!" Lisa cried with excitement. "It's the same set like the one at my house!" She turned to me. "May I?"

"Go ahead! There's plenty to goes around!"

She smiled widely at me, and grabbed the third book from the left side of the shelve. Then she toddled over to our coffee table and started reading from the first page.

Bart looked at me in admiration. "I'm glad to see you could keep my little sister entertained!"

I shrugged. "I try my hardest!"

"Oh, by the way," my bestest friend exclaimed, pointing to his friend, "this is Calvin! Calvin, this is Angelica! It's her birthday today!"

Calvin stuck out his hand. "Hey!"

I took it. "Hey!" I was already starting to likes this guy.

"And this is Hobbes." My new friend held out the tiger's hand for him.

I puts my imagination to works. "How do you do, Hobbes?"

"Quite fine, actually!" he exclaimed. "And happy birthday!"

"Thanks!" Man, for a tiger, Hobbes wasn't very fierce.

"Oh, yeah!" Calvin suddenly cried. "Happy third birthday!"

"Again, thanks!"

"Now, if you don't mind," Hobbes announced, "I'm going to join Lisa in her reading."

Calvin nodded. "Okay." He turned to me. "Ever since he's met Lisa, every time we visit the Simpson's house he always wants to hang out with her!" He set Hobbes softly on the coffee table. "Besides," Calvin added, "we both like reading too. Just different things."

"Yeah!" Bart exclaimed. "Calvin's got a whole collection of aminal and dimeosaur books stashed in his room!"

"And comic books!" Calvin added. "Don't forget those!"

"Uh huh." I said nodding, a bored look on my face. I never gots what boys thought was so ineresting about aminals, dimeosaurs, and comic books. After all, I just think they're a bunch of stupid drawings. But, I'm Bart's bestest friend, and although I would do it to the babies, I'm not gonna spoil his and Calvin's fun. "Come on, you guys! I want to show you something upstairs!"

I ran up to my room, the boys following behind me.

Soon, both hands on the clock were pointing straight up, and it was time for my birthday party! I was so excited! My Daddy was setting presents out on the coffee table, and my Mommy, Hobbes, and Lisa were decorating the cake in the kitchen. The whole living room was decorated, and a piñata was hanging up on top of the house by a string.

"Wow!" I exclaimed. "This is gonna be some party, right you guys?" I turned to face Bart and Calvin.

"I'll say!" Bart exclaimed, grabbing something off a stack, and putting it on his head. "Look! Party hats!"

Calvin quickly grabbed a curled up paper thingy, and blowed on the end of it. It made a really loud noise.

I covered my ears.

"Oops!" Calvin cried. "Sorry!"

"It's alright." I replied. "It's a good thing the babies aren't gonna be allowed to blow on these things, or else I'd go boinkers!"

Hobbes came running out from the kitchen. "Did you just say babies?" he asked. "I love babies!"

I glanced at Calvin, suspiciously.

"Tigers have super great hearing." he explained.

I nodded. "Hobbes, no fence or anything, but I'm not really a fan of poopy, drooly babies."

Bart frowned.

"Besides you and Lisa, Bart." I added quickly.

Bart laughed. "Okay. Okay." He paused, then said, "I think your doorbell's ringing."

I smiled widely. My firstest guest was here! I dashed toward the door, grabbed the stool nextest to it, and stood on it. Then, I peeked through the peek hole on the door and glanced down. It was my Aunt Didi and Uncle Stu with my little cousin Tommy Pickles and a couple of his dumb friends, Danny Fenton and Tucker Foley. Great. Just great.

My Mommy and Daddy told me to be nice to my guests, so, I put on my bestest fake smile and opened the door. "Hi'ya Aunt Didi! Hello, Uncle Stu! I hope I didn't take too long to answer the door!"

I caught Tucker rolling his eyes. Danny elbowed him.

"Not at all dear!" Tommy's Mommy exclaimed. "Thanks for inviting us to your party!" I happened to notice her stomach was a little bit round. I guess learning that she was going to have another baby must've really gotten to her.

"You are most welcome, Aunt Didi!" I said, as polite as I could. "Please, do comes in!"

My Aunt and Uncle stepped inside, and went to talk to my Mommy and Daddy.

Danny turned to me, and grinned holding out a present with pink wrapping paper and a pink bow. "Happy Birthday, Angelica!" he exclaimed.

I quickly grabbed the present out of his hands. "Thanks, Fenton! Come on in! The party's in here!"

The three of us walked into the living room. Me and Tucker set the presents on the coffee table. I really wanted to open them now, but I wasn't apposed to until all of my party guests arrived. I glanced at the clock. The big hand was now on the two. 'So much for coming on time.' I thought.

"Yo, Danny!" Bart cried. "Hi'ya, man!"

Fenton grinned. "Hey there, Bartman! What's up?"

"Hi'ya, Bart!" Tommy exclaimed.

"What's happening?" Tucker asked.

Like I said, the babies and Bart were really good friends too.

After a few dumb baby conversations and introductions for Calvin had been made, Danny asked, "So, Calvin, where are your parents?"

"They're on a camping trip for the three day weekend. I hate camping because all of our trips end up disastrous. So, Bart called me up and told me that Mr. and Mrs. Pickles invited me to Angelica's party." He shrugged. "So, I asked my parents if Hobbes and I could go, and they said yes!"

"Hobbes?" Danny's eyebrows raised in puzzlement.

"Calvin's tiger." Bart explained. "He's really nice."

Danny nodded.

"Hey, Lisa!" Bart yelled. "Bring out Hobbes so we can introduce him to everybody!"

"Coming!" Lisa cried. Soon, she came toddling out of the kitchen, with the stuffed tiger in her arms.

"Hobbes," Bart started, "this is Tommy Pickles, Angelica's little cousin, and his two friends, Danny Fenton and Tucker Foley."

Hobbes held out a paw. "How do you do?"

Danny took Hobbes hand and shaked it. "Nice to meet you, Hobbes."

Tommy walked up to him, and shaked his other paw. "Yeah! Nice to meets you!" He paused, then let go of Hobbes's hand. "Wow! Your hands are real soft!"

Hobbes smiled proudly. "Thank you, Tommy! Your hands are quite warm themselves."

"Thanks, Hobbes!" Tommy laughed.

"Oh, brother!" I mumbled.

My little cousin turned to face Danny. "Hey, Danny, how many more months until my baby brother or sister is coming to my house?"

Danny giggled before he answered Tommy's question. "I already told you, Tommy! Seven months!"

"Still?" Tommy sighed. "How many months less is thats?"

Danny holded up the amount of fingers for the months that would take the baby to get here in the firstest place. Then, he put down two fingers. I didn't knows for sure, but I guessed that was seven.

"That many?" Tommy asked, surprised. He sighed again. "I don't understands why my baby brother or sister can't just packs his or her bags and comes here."

Danny laughed again. "They have to decide if it's a boy or a girl first."

"How do they decides that?"

"Don't ask me. I'm not the baby delivery service expert."

Bart grinned. "The doctor decides!" he exclaimed. "I founded that out because when my Mommy comed back from the hopstickal to ask if my baby brother or sister was a boy or a girl, and she said they used a special machine to find out. I thinks it was called a ulta pound."

Lisa rolled her eyes. "It's called an ultra sound, Bart. Not an ulta pound!"

"Whatever."

Tommy grinned. "How long will it be until that happens?"

"Around the time when the forth month comes."

"The forth month!" Tommy cried.

Danny laughed. "Don't worry, Tommy! It'll come by soon! Then after that, the baby's gotta learn how to suck its thumb, cry, poop, eat, and all sorts of other stuff before he or she arrives!"

"Why would you want to learn how to cry or poop?"

I turned around to see two more of Tommy's friends, Phil and Lil. They were twins. It's funny to see how some people can't tell them apart since they look so much alike. But there was one person I knows who can tell them apart, and she was standing with Phil and Lil with an angry look on her face. Samantha Manson.

Okay, okay. I know Sam hates me calling by her actual name. But really, what choice do I have? When you have an enemy, you've gots to bugs them as much as possible. And this is my way of doing that.

If you're going to bother asking me the question if Sam Manson is really my enemy, I'll answer you in an easier way than mostest of the other peoples you've talked to would. The babies are okay. They can be fun sometimes, but don't tells them I said that! Sam on the other hand, is always trying to gets in the way of my plans to push the babies around a little bit if you know what I means. Not that the babies don't ever do that, but normally they don't win the arguments.

Tommy shrugged. "I don't knows, Phil. I guess it's something they just gots to learns."

Phil nodded, and he and Lil put a big present on top of the coffee table. They grinned at each other, then ran up and hugged me. "Happy Burpday, Angelica!"

"Thanks." I replied, rolling my eyes. I pushed them to the ground. "Now, gets off of me!"

Sam was glaring at me, as she walked up to me, and handed me her present. "Here." She quickly walked across the room, and sat on the dark blue couch, arms crossed across her chest, and eyebrows furrowed.

I smirked, then asked Bart, "What's her problem?"

He shrugged.

Calvin and Hobbes glanced at each other, then walked up to Sam. "If it will make you feel any better," Calvin started, "you can hold Hobbes if you want. He loves having his tummy rubbed."

Sam grinned. "Thanks, er-,"

"Calvin. I'm Bart's friend."

"It's nice to meet you Calvin!" She smiled at the stuffed tiger in her arms. "You too, Hobbes!"

Hobbes purred in response.

Calvin laughed. "He only does that when he gets his tummy rubbed, or he likes someone he meets." He smiled. "In this case, I think it's both!"

Sam laughed.

I leaned over toward Danny, who was having a conversation with Tommy and Chuckie, who had just arrived a few seconds ago. "Jealous much, Fenton?"

"What?"

I laughed. It wasn't because he was funny. It was just because of how much a doofus Danny was! "Oh, never mind!" I cried. "Forget I said anything!"

"Okay…" He turned back to his friends.

Soon, the party really began. Presents were opened, cake was eaten, and us older kids gots to smash the piñata open with a large stick and gets candy (The others weren't allowed to do it, because dumb babies aren't apposed to eat candy.). We all had a pretty fun time. That is, until what happened next.

You see, I was heading into the kitchen to gets another piece of cake, and I happened to notice Danny and Sam in there.

'That's strange!' I thought. 'I thoughts they was in the playpen with the babies.'

I smiled. Since I was there, I couldn't help but doing a bit of eavesdropping.

"I mean, didn't you see how she pushed down Phil and Lil earlier?" Sam was asking.

Danny shrugged. "I know that was a little harsh, Sam. But, when you've known Angelica for two months, she isn't all that bad."

'What?' I thought. 'They're talking about me?' I leaned closer.

"I'm serious, Danny!" Sam exclaimed. "Angelica couldn't be good even if she tried!"

Boy, was I mad now! I stormed into the kitchen.

Danny's eyes widened when he saw me. "Um, Sam…"

"What?"

"I'll tell you what!" I said, angrily. "What do you mean, I can't be good even if I tried?"

Sam glared at me. "It's true!"

"It's true? It's true? I'll tell you what's true! I can be good anywhere, at any time, of everyday if I wanted to!"

"Um, you guys," Danny started. "I don't think you should be arguing!"

Sam snorted. "Yeah, right!"

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah!"

Danny glanced out of the kitchen worriedly. "You guys should be quiet! The others will hear you!"

I smirked. "Do you want to make a bet on that?"

"Happily!"

"Are you guys crazy?" Danny exclaimed.

"Okay!" I said, grinning. "I bet you two Reptar Bars and a lollypop that I can get Hobbes and Lisa to make me be good for a whole day, while Danny is going to get Bart and Calvin to teach him to be bad for a whole day! Whoever cracks firstest wins!"

"What?" Danny cried. "There is no way I'm doing that! Absolutely, no way!"

Sam smiled, and shook my stretched out hand. "Deal! We start tomorrow?"

"Sure!"

Danny rolled his eyes to the ceiling. "How come I can hear me?" he asked, frustrated.

Me and Sam walked out of the kitchen to the living room. As we were walking, I heard Danny mumble, "What have those girls gotten me into?"