Me: Hello everyone! There is someone here I would like you to meet. This is Steve. *gestures to Steve* Say hi Steve!
Steve: Hi Steve.
Me: Oh, you are just so funny. I guess you didn't lose your sense of humer in death. (BTW Steve's a ghost. He died twice. Long story.)
Steve: You know it, Mad.
Me: Just say the disclaimer.
Steve: why? They already know that you don't own danny Phantom... or toast. Hey, do you think that I could own toast?
Me: No, becuase if you get sued I will kill you... again.
Steve: You're no fun. *pouts*
Me: *sigh* Let's just get on with the story.
Mad's Guide to Annoying the Heck Out of Danny
A Danny Phantom "story"
Summary: Challenge response to JuneLuxray's "Guide to Annoying Danny" challenge. Enjoy!
Step 2 – Brought to you by JuneLuxray
Make him eat toast even though he hates it.
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"Danny! Breakfast!" Maddie Fenton called up stairs to where her son was hopefully getting dressed for school and not still asleep.
Danny woke with a start at his mother's shouts, and quickly shrugged on his t-shirt and slipped into a pair of jeans. He looked at the clock. It was a quarter till eight; if he hurried he might be able to actually eat some breakfast. He flew (not literally) and skidded to a stop at the kitchen table. To his horror, two slices of buttered toast sat on a plate that was supposed to hold his breakfast, not this inedible garbage.
"Um…" Danny said as he backed into the hallway and shouldered his book bag, "I'm going to be late for school."
"Alright, sweety!" his mom respond brightly with a clueless smile, "Don't forget your lunch."
Danny looked to where she was gesturing, and picked up the brown paper back that was on the table. Without looking back, he told his mother goodbye, and slipped out the front door. He then proceeded to rush to school after capturing Skulker and the Box Ghost.
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Danny entered the cafeteria completely ravenous. The ghost boy had a high metabolism and it didn't help when he skipped breakfast and proceeded to fight ghosts throughout the day. The teen, with his bag lunch clenched in his hand, walked towards the table that his friends were sitting at. He grunted in greeting, and sat down to open his lunch. Unfortunately, it appeared that his mother had gone all out with the toast this morning and decided to give her only son a lunch of the stuff.
"Gross," Danny grimaced in disgust as he upended the brown bag and two pieces of plain toasted bread slid out.
Sam and Tucker laughed at their friend's expression. Through his laughter, Tuck managed to suggest, "Why don't you just go buy lunch?"
Without saying a word Danny stood from the bench, and went to go get into the lunch line. A moment later he came back with no tray in hand. His friends looked at him questioningly before he said, "It was breakfast for lunch." The other two teens looked at him blankly, so he sighed and continued, "The only thing left was toast."
Tucker clutched his side as he laughed. Danny glared at him, and looked at Sam pleadingly.
Don't look at me like that," Sam said, putting her hands up. Then she smirked, "I would share my lunch with you, but I only had time to grab some toast."
Danny began banging his head on the table. "What else could go wrong?"
Just then, Danny felt a tickle in the back of his throat as a blue mist exited his mouth. Then he heard a shout, and continued the banging of his head with a renewed vigor.
"I am the Toast Ghost! All of you measly mortals must bow down and behold the awesome powers of TOAST!"
Step 3 – Brought to you by Pii
Make the Ghost Tracker go off around him all the time.
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Danny awoke to an annoying beeping sound. Without opening his eyes, he aimed an ecto-blast at his alarm clock. The alarm clock then proceeded to explode even as the beeping continued.
"Where the heck is that stupid noise coming from?" The ghost kid asked his pillow.
Then a muffled, "Ghost directly ahead. You must be some sort of moron not to notice the ghost directly ahead."
Danny untangled himself from his warm, blue comforter and opened his bedroom door. As he expected, the Ghost Tracker sat in the middle of the hallway. Its duct taped and battered appearance seemed to mock the raven haired boy saying, "No matter how many times you blast me, I will always come back."
The thing was almost annoying as the Toast Ghost and the Box Ghost combined.
Danny glared at it before freezing it with his ice powers. Then his summoned a sizeable ecto-blast, and shattered the ugly little ice sculpture. The beeping stopped immediately, and Danny sighed in relief. His relief was short lived, though, as his showing of ghostly abilities triggered a whole other round of beeping. I guess Danny had forgotten all those hidden trackers.
Step 4 – Brought to you by Dragondancer123
Pet his hair every chance you get.
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"What is this? 'Annoy the heck out of Danny Day?'" Danny asked Tucker as yet another person petted the boy on the head. He glared after the guy as he walked away with his friends, acting as if nothing had happened.
"No, just 'Pet Some Random Stranger on the Head Day,' and let's face it, dude, if there is anyone in this town that someone wouldn't know, it would be you. You're invisible, man," Tucker replied as he waved after the next person to pet his friend's head.
Danny sighed in defeat, "I guess you're right, but it's still really annoying. And who the heck came up with such a stupid holiday?"
"I'll give you one guess," Tucker said with a smirk as he pointed to a banner of the current mayor.
"Vlad," Danny growled between clenched teeth.
"Aw, it'll be okay Danny," Tucker said in a mocking tone as he petted his friends head.
If looks could kill, Tucker Foley would have been a smoldering pile of glowing green rubble.
Step 5 – Brought to you by Dragondancer123
Try to guess his password.
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Sam POV
I knocked on the door to Danny's room. When no one answered I hesitantly opened it. When I saw that no one was inside, I quickly and quietly made my way to the ancient computer sitting on Danny's beat up and singed desk. I had to add some things to the Ghost Files and I was hoping that Danny would be home.
I pulled the chair back and sat down after removing a half finished model rocket. Danny's such a nerd. I turned on the monitor, and rested my chin on my hand as I waited for the screen to light up. Unfortunately, as soon as it did a box asking for the password popped up. I stifled a groan before moving my hands over the keyboard.
Part of me hoped that his password wasn't Paulina Fenton anymore, but I tried it anyway.
Access Denied
I groaned and slumped back in the chair. This was going to take forever. Now, I could have just gone downstairs and waited for Danny to get home, but the prospect of a challenge was too tempting. With renewed vigor, I sat up and began to type.
DannyPhantomRules1
Access Denied
JazzIsNotAGoodGhostHunter
Access Denied
08/24/04*
Access Denied
And so the list went on. I was really beginning to lose hope, when a voice spoke from behind me.
"Sam? What are you doing in my room?"
My face flared scarlet, and I swiveled in the chair to face Danny.
"Hey, Danny. I, uh, just wanted to make some changes to the files. You weren't here, and it appears that you changed your password, and uh, yeah…" I trailed off awkwardly. He nodded in understanding before nudging me out of the way. He tried to angle his body so that I couldn't see the screen as he typed, but he wasn't doing a very good job at it.
Over his shoulder I could see the words clearly spell out Sam Fenton. My face once again became stained red, and I coughed, angling my head to the side so that he couldn't see my blush.
He glanced at me before getting up and saying gruffly, "There you go, just don't mess around with my password next time and ask."
*Let's just say that that was the day that Danny got his powers.
Me: I hope you enjoyed that!
Steve: Even though you probably didn't...
Me: What was that Steve? *pulls out duct tape*
Steve: *panics* Nothing!
Me: *puts duct tape away* That's what I thought.
Steve: I like Sarah better...
Me: What was that?
Steve: Nothing! Nothing! Just, everyone review! Then maybe she won't make my afterlife hell!