Author's Note: Disclaimer- I do not own the song Paparazzi. Lady Gaga and her...song writer...producer...recorder...people own it! XD

Chapter 2: The Good vs. The Bad. This is Going to Get Ugly.

"You? Danny Fenton? Bad?" Bart Simpson laughed hysterically. "Man, that's a good one!"

I smirked as I watched Danny looked gloomily at Bart who was still giggling.

Calvin's eyes widened when he saw this. He nudged his pal, and said, "Bart, I think he's serious! He really wants to be bad!"

Bart immediately stopped laughing. "Oh."

It was the day after my big third birthday party. Me, Bart, Calvin, Hobbes, Lisa, Sam, Tommy, and Tucker were all sitting in the playpen in Tommy's living room. We was trying to explain mine and Sam's bet to everyone who was there. But, unfortunately, it wasn't working out too good.

"So, let me get this straight," Tucker started, pointing to Danny, "you want Bart and Calvin to teach you how to be bad for a day, while you," he pointed at me, "want Hobbes and Lisa to teach you how to be good for a day."

"That's right!" I exclaimed.

"You guys are crazy!"

Danny threw his arms up in the air. "Welcome to my world!"

Tommy's eyes suddenly widened with fear. That was unusual. "Danny," he cried, "you can't turns bad! You just can't!"

Danny put his left hand on Tommy's left shoulder. "Don't worry, Tommy! It's just for today! Then after that, it's all over!"

Tommy hesitated, then sighed. "Okay." Then he added, "But, I'm gonna follows you around, just in case something goes wrongs."

Tucker grinned and stood up. "I'll follow Angelica. You never know if she's going to cheat or something."

I rolled my eyes.

Sam quickly stood up. "I'm going to get something to eat! I'm hungry!" she stated, walking toward the playpen, opening it, and stomping off into the kitchen. We all watched her leave.

When Manson was gone, Lisa said, "Well, I think this whole bet is plain ridiculous. I mean, what are you and Sam going to prove if you keep pressuring each other to do things you or others don't want to do? I really don't want to get involved."

Hobbes grinned. "Ah, come on, Lisa! I think it'll be fun! I mean, after all, what can a little healthy competition do to us? They're only betting candy!"

Lisa looked around, and sighed. "I don't know."

I smiled at her. "Tell you what, if you guys help me win, which I know I will, I'll split one of the Reptar Bars for each of you!"

"Why just one?"

"Infants and soft stuffed tigers aren't apposed to eat a lot of candy you realize?"

"True."

"Hey!" Hobbes cried. "I'm not soft! I just have a lot of stuffing!"

Calvin grinned. "Hobbes, you've been a soft tiger ever since I bought you from the store when I was three!"

"Yeah, well…so?"

Calvin laughed.

"Hey, Lisa!" Bart exclaimed. "If you win this, I'll pick up your toys for a week! If you lose, you have to pick up mine!"

Lisa glanced up from the book she was reading. "A full week?"

Bart nodded.

"Okay, I'll do it!"

"Hobbes," Calvin started, facing his tiger friend, "since everyone is making side bets here, how about we have one?"

Hobbes grinned. "Shoot!"

"Okay. You can read my comic books for a week if you win this competition!"

"Deal!" the friendly tiger exclaimed, shaking his pal's hand. "Oh! Can I fold the corners of the pages to mark my spot if I win?"
"Sure!"

"Can I fold the covers back?"

Calvin hesitated. "We'll see."

Hobbes smirked. "Can I draw mustaches on all of the little comic book characters?"

Calvin shoved Hobbes playfully. "Don't push it!"

Hobbes and Lisa was grinning as they pushed me into Aunt Didi and Uncle Stu's bedroom. Tucker followed closely behind, a notepad in his right hand, and a pencil in his left. I figured he was taking notes on what we was doing. Which wasn't much. He didn't know what was going on, and I didn't have a clue neither. Actually-and I don't like saying this- I really didn't want to know.

Lisa leaned all of her weight against the door and, eventually, gots it to close. "Okay, Angelica," she started, "it's time to get to work."

Hobbes nodded, and pushed me into a chair that happened to be in the middle of the room. I was guessing that he and Lisa puts it there.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah! Let's just gets whatever this is done and over with already!" I really wasn't happy that I was going to learn how to be good for a full day. But, what choice did I have? It was that, or give all of the candy I have to Sam. And, honestly, I really didn't want to lose to her!

Hobbes grinned. "Okay! The first thing to learn about being nice is using your manners!"

I snorted. "Manners?" I asked with a smirk on my face. "I told them to fly the scoop years ago."

"Do you want to win this bet or not?"

I sighed. After all, I couldn't argue with him. "Fine." I mumbled.

Hobbes smiled once more. "Now then, let's begin! Lisa?"

Lisa held out a bluish green sippy cup with a creepy smiley face on it. "Okay, Angelica!" she exclaimed. "Now, you're really thirsty, and your sippy cup is too high to reach-,"

"Um, can we make it a cup of milk?" I asked, cutting her off. "A sippy cup is too babyish for me."

Lisa sighed. "Fine. Your cup of milk is too high up to reach." She held the sippy cup high in the air with both hands. "Then your Mommy comes into the kitchen." She looked me in the eyes. "What do you do?"

I grinned big. I knew this one!

I quickly marched up to Lisa, and swiped the sippy cup from her hands. "Gimme!" I took a quick drink and gave it back to her.

Lisa sighed once more, and glanced at Hobbes. "This is going to take much longer than I expected."

"Just a quick note for all of you guys," Angelica exclaimed, "Danny just called Bart up to tell this part of the story! I gaves him permission!" Angelica glanced over to her left as she heard the door open, then glanced back at the camera. "Here he is now!"

Angelica jumped out of her chair and walked to the right side of the stage. Soon, Bart was on the stage, sitting in Angelica's old spot. "Now then, I'm going to tell you guys my side of the story!"

Bart's POV

"Okay, guys!" Danny exclaimed, gloomily. "I'm here! Now, what?"

We were in the middle of Tommy's backyard at the moment. Calvin was standing next to me on my left. A few minutes earlier, me and Calvin were having a very important discussion.

"Come on, Bart!" Calvin exclaimed. "This is Danny Fenton we're talking about! Surely you don't think we can turn him bad?"

I shook my head. "I don't know, Calvin. But in order to win this bet, we gots to tries. I mean, after all," I said chuckling, "Hobbes and Lisa are upstairs teaching Angelica to be good. Can you imagine how hard that's going to be?"

Calvin paused for a moment, then nodded happily. "You're right, Bart! I mean, after all, how hard could this be?"

"You're right, Bart!" Calvin mimicked himself. "I mean, after all, how hard could this be?" He sighed loudly. "Why did I even ask?"

Calvin and I had Danny pinned down to the ground like a police officer does with a criminal. I had both of his arms pressed down against the ground, while Calvin was taking care of his legs. I was actually surprised by Danny's behavior. He was actually trying to make a break for it!

"Be careful you guys!" Tommy exclaimed. "I don't want Danny to be broked!"

"He's the one- Oomph!- who's refusing to do anything that Calvin and I- Oomph- say!" I cried. "Now Danny, fork it over!"

"No way!"

"Danny," Calvin exclaimed, "you hand it over to Bart right now, or you're grounded for two weeks!"

Danny suddenly stopped struggling, and glanced up at us. "Calvin, who are you trying to be? My Mom?"

I glanced up at Calvin with a mixture of anger and annoyance on my face. He smiled at me sheepishly, and shrugged. "It was worth a shot."

I looked back down at Danny. "You'd better hand it over, Danny!"

"No!" Danny cried. "My Grandpa gave me this vest before I started kindergarten! I'm not sure if I can trust you guys with it!"

I sighed. "Look, do you want to be bad or not?"

"No! That's what I keep trying to tell you guys! But, unfortunately, NO ONE IS LISTENING TO ME!"

Tommy shook his head at me. "Bart, can't you see he doesn't want to do it? Danny isn't a bad kid!"

I suddenly grinned. I now knew how I could get Danny to crack under pressure! "You're right, Tommy." I sighed. "Danny just isn't a bad kid." I turned to face Calvin. "Get off him, man!"

"But, Bart, I thought-,"

"Come on!"

Calvin slowly got up off of Danny's legs, while I let go of his arms and slid off of his back.

Danny quickly stood up, and brushed the dirt off of his arms. "Thank you." he said, angrily. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going upstairs to tell the others that this bet is off!" He started walking away, when I whispered my plan to Calvin. He was grinning from ear to ear.

Tommy nodded bravely. "I'm going with you, Danny!"

Calvin and I just stood there smirking.

"Okay then, let me rephrase that question, then." I replied. "Do you want to win this bet?"

Both Danny and Tommy whipped around to face us. "I really don't care!" Danny cried. "I don't really know why I got dragged into this bet in the first place." They turned around, and started walking toward the house again. But I wasn't going to give up anytime soon. I had a Plan B.

"So, what you're saying is, you're not just doing this for the bet."

They both whipped around once more.

"Wha'cha talking about, Bart?" Tommy asked, suspiciously.

"Well," I started laughing, "it couldn't be more obvious, could it, Danny?"

Danny glared at me. "Tommy asked you the question first."

"Fine. Fine." I said calmly. "But, you're not going to like what I have to say."

"What are you trying to say, Bart?"

I grinned, then motioned him to come closer. He did, and I whispered something in his ear. Man, you should've seen the look on Danny's face! His eyes were the size of dinner plates for the next few seconds. "WHAT?!"

Got him.

"Yes, dude. It's true. You've gots eyes for your bestest friend!"

"Again," Danny exclaimed, "WHAT?!"

Meanwhile, Tommy was just standing there with a puzzled expression on his face. "I don't see what the big deal is, Danny. After all, those eyeball thingys your talking about is only candy!"

Danny shook his head, frustrated. "You're not getting it, Tommy."

"Getting whats?"

Danny sighed. "Look Bart, I don't like girls yet!"

Tommy's eyes widened. "You don't likes girls?"

"No, Tommy! I mean, I do, but-, What I'm trying to say is-," He groaned loudly, and faced me once more. "I don't like Sam like that!"

"You don't likes Sam?"

"No, Tommy! That's not what I'm saying!"

"Oh!" Calvin stepped in. "So, you do like her!"

"What? No!"

"So, you don't likes her?"

"That's not what I'm saying, Tommy!"

"So, you-,"

"WILL YOU STOP WITH ALL OF THESE CONFUSING QUESTIONS?"

Suddenly, it all went quiet when we heard the sliding glass door open. And of course, it was Sam who stepped outside. "Hey, you guys!" she exclaimed. "I was upstairs checking on Angelica. I think she's going to crack under pressure for sure!" She glanced around at all of us. "So, what have you guys been doing?"

I had a plan in case this kind of thing happened. "Don't worry, Sam! We was just teaching Danny some new bad songs so he'll be able to sing to them without worry!"

Danny nodded, a smiled planted on his face.

"No you wasn't!" Tommy exclaimed, shaking his head. "You guys were talking about how Danny-,"

Danny quickly covered his mouth.

Sam glanced at us all individually. "What?"

I grinned. "Look I'll show you. Watch Calvin and me."

So, we started singing.

"I'm your biggest fan!

I'll follow you,

until you love me!"

Danny glared at me and Calvin, and grabbed his playmate by the arm. I could've sworn I saw a little bit of color rising in his cheeks. But, I think it was more in anger than in embarrassment. "Come on, Tommy! We've got some bad work to do!" Then, he stormed off toward the house, dragging his playmate with him.

You know, I felt kind of bad that we picked on Danny like that. I mean, I knew that he wasn't in love with Sam. But, if we were gonna win this bet, we were gonna have to puts some pressure on him, whether he liked it or not.

Angelica's POV

Now back to my side of the story. Anyways, Hobbes and Lisa was still trying to teach me how to use my manners. And I was really trying! But, after not using them for so long, I wasn't so sure how I was going to win this bet!

"Pl-Pl-Pl-,"

"Come on, Angelica!" Lisa exclaimed. "You can do this! Just say the word please!"

This time I tried with all my might. "Pl-Pl-Pleee-,"

Hobbes, Lisa, and Tucker stood up with bright expressions on their faces.

"Pleeeeee-," I taked a deep breath, then stopped. "It's no use you guys. Maybe I'm just not cut out for being good."

Lisa smiled sadly, then walked toward me, and put a hand on my right shoulder. "Don't give up, Angelica! You know, there have been many great people out there who used to be bad, who have changed their ways to become good!"

My smile came back again. "Really? Like who?"

Lisa grinned at me. "Well there's…um…Oh! Wait, no. He was thrown into life without parole a long time ago."

"Oh! I know!" Hobbes exclaimed, jumping up and down, with his right hand in the air. "How about Al Capone?"

Lisa turned her head over her right shoulder in a fast motion. "Did you just say, Al Capone?"

"Yes."

Lisa quickly walked up to Hobbes and whispered something in his ear that I couldn't hear. Hobbes eyes widened. "Wow! That wasn't the guy who I was talking about at all!" He shook his head. "I'm sorry you guys. I really have got to look up all of these names I have stuck up in my head sometime!"

Lisa smiled at him in response, accepting the apology.

Tucker then suddenly exclaimed, "How about, Bart?"

"Huh?" Lisa asked.

Tucker just grinned at her, then turned to me. "You know, Angelica, the week before 'The Valentines Day Incident'? When we locked Danny and Sam in our classroom because they were having a huge fight?"

I couldn't help myself. I burst out laughing. "Oh, yeah! That was great!"

Lisa just looked from me, to Tucker, then back to me again. "Where was I when all of this happened?"

Tucker grinned at her. "You weren't born yet."

"Oh." She paused for a moment, then asked, "Anyway, Tucker, your point is?"

"Well," Tucker explained, "Bart was kind of a jerk to us when we first met him. And now, well," he shrugged, "he isn't much of a jerk anymore. He more of a prankster."

Lisa nodded, satisfied. "See, Angelica? I told you people can change!"

"Yeah." I mumbled. "Other peoples who aren't me."

"Don't say that!" Hobbes exclaimed. "There's got to be some way you'll be good for us!"

Lisa gasped. "Hobbes, that's it! Say that again!"

"What?"

"What you just said!"

"What?"

"No! Before that!"

"Don't say that!"

"After that!"

"Oh! You mean when I said, 'There's got to be some way you'll be good for us!'?"

"Exactly!" Lisa exclaimed. She turned toward me. "Angelica, what are the things you like most?"

I thought for a moment. "Let's see, toys, cookies, candy-,"

Lisa startled me by crying out, "Ah, ha! Candy!" She turned to face Hobbes and Tucker. "Don't you see? We have to train her like a person does for a dog when they want them to behave! If we can do that-,"

"We can teach her how to be good!" Tucker finished. "Perfect!"

"Yeah." Hobbes said, nodding. "There's just one problem."

"What's that?"

"Where are we going to get candy to train her with?"

They stood there in puzzlement for a minute, when a light bulb went off in Lisa's head. "I remember seeing a goody bag filled with candy in Tommy's kitchen on a shelf from Angelica's party! Tucker, do you think you can sneak it up here?"

"I'll sure try!"

"Excellent! Come on, you guys!" A huge smirking grin spread across Lisa's face. "It's bribing time!"