Moo hoo hoo hoo. And you all thought I had dropped off the face of the earth. No I just had rowing and year 11 and technicle diffuclties and writers block for the end and more rowing.
Ah hahahahaha I figuered out how to get this up with out uploading it. grubbles with rant It wouldn't let me up load any new documents, I didn't have any doccuments to manipulate. OH the irony, as soon as I finnely finnish writing chapter 4 for you, what dose it do? GAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH
I now bring you chapter 4 and I think I've made Danny a bit of a sour-puss but oh well who realy cares you tell me.
NOW ON WITH THE SHOW
The FruitLoop
Chapter 4
"Help! You want my help." Danny was shocked; there are no other words to describe his disbelief.
"Well duh, I did ask." Vlad was annoyed that he had to repeat himself. "I only ask because I can't do anything in this condition," still getting dumbfounded looks he continued. "So, you going to help your arch-nemesis or not. I mean, it was your parents who did this to me Danny."
Danny was not liking were this conversation was going, "Um. Well, err." He paused, in which time Vlad inched closer to him, hanging onto every procrastinating sound. "Maybe." Danny sounded very unsure of this decision.
"What do you mean 'maybe'," Vlad yelled in disgust, "I'm a sugary breakfast treat, I'm likely to be consumed, gobbled up, wolfed down, scoffed, devoured," he was counting how many ways he could be eaten on his fingers and his voice kept rising in exasperation, higher and squeakier 'till he ran out of fingers and collapsed into a jittering heap at the trios' toes.
Sam and Tucker gave each other side-ways looks and burst out laughing, Danny merely looked embarrassed that a man of Vlad's influence could break down in such a way as he did and in such a short time. He wasn't happy about what he was about to say, by say it he would because he was a hero and as a hero he felt it was his duty to help those in need, even if that person was the bad guy.
"Look Vlad, I'll help you find a way to get you back to your normal self."
The other three instantly stopped what they were doing, looks of dumb shock stretching off into the vast silence.
An owl hooted, startled out of its morning nap by the sudden calm, then the torrent of voices assaulted Danny. "You mean it, you really mean it?" "I don't believe it." "He finally lost it." "Thank-you, Thank-you, Thank-you…"
He took a step back, holding up his hands, palms out. He was more than a little surprised by their reaction, in particular Vlad's, who was kissing his feet.
"Ahh hem," Danny cleared his throat hoping to gat their attention to better explain himself. When that didn't work he shot an ecto-blast to the left of their feet. "Good that made you stop."
"But we were just saying…" Vlad started.
Danny raised his left eyebrow, which said to Vlad; shut up now or I retract my offer of help. Leaving it at that, Vlad stood next to Tucker and Sam's ankles.
"Now as I was saying, I will help Vlad," Danny held up his hand to stop the onslaught of protest from his friends. "But only if he agrees to leave Amity Park and never come back." He stared ominously at Vlad, daring him to disagree.
Vlad nodded, or at least he tried to nod. For as a FruitLoop he did not have a head to nod, as such his whole body wobbled back and forth, until he fell over, making the rest of them giggle again.
"Sounds good to me," said Tucker, nodding his head.
"So we're all agreed then; we help Vlad get back to normal after school and in return he doesn't set foot within 20km of Amity Park," said Danny, his grin reaching his ears.
"Hang on what did you say?" Queried Vlad.
"We help you get back to normal." Tucker offered.
"No, not that bit, the other bit."
"You don't come near Amity Park." Sam stated.
"No, no, the middle part."
"We do this after school." Danny knew perfectly well were this was going.
"What! Can't we go find out now? I can't last 'til the end of school," howled Vlad.
"Of course you can, you big baby," Danny explained. "If we leave now my parents are going to wonder why I'm out of school and as such they wont answer any of my questions. Then you wont be able to change back and you'd be stuck like this 'til the end of your days. Which wouldn't be long seeing as you're a 10cm high breakfast treat." He crossed his arms and raised his right eyebrow.
"Err, ok." Vlad wondered how this C grade student could have such great logic skills.
"Besides which Lancer would kill us if we skipped out of his big physics test." Sam said offhandedly.
"Oh My God! The test!" the kids yelled. Tucker started jumping on the spot shaking his hands, "We're going to be late. We're going to be late."
"Relax Tuck," Danny articulated. "It's in 3rd period."
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Tucker looked at the time on his PDA. "Oh crud. How on earth did we spend 2 periods out here without noticing?"
"You mean it's 3rd period already?"
All three hapless heroes dashed off to class. The sugar ghost slowly floated after them, planning some evil fun.
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Danny sat at his desk, puzzling over the latest question. He could not figure out why the critical angle for light passing from air to water kept turning out to be less than 1 when he distinctly remembered it being around 40o.
"Try putting that 0.413 into the calculator as sin-1(0.413)," a little voice suddenly whispered into Danny's ear.
Bouncing up, Danny tried to see where the voice had come from. "Pits!" exclaimed Mr. Lancer. "Mr. Fenton kindly take a seat and should you disrupt this test again, I will have to take your's away from you and give you zero."
Mr. Lancer glared at Danny as he slinked back to his seat. "What the Hell?" murmured Danny, he was a little wierded out.
"Turns out my ghost powers weren't affected by that blasted contraption of your father's," said Vlad in an undertone voice, materialising out of thin air on Danny's desk.
"It's called a Transmiglifier and are you trying to make me fail?" the frustrated teen quietly, yet furiously at the same time, shot back. Luckily for Danny, Lancer didn't hear this exchange of abuse, but several of the surrounding kids did. They in turn looked at him inquisitively. He merely gave them the cheesiest grin he could muster and a small wave.
Turning back to his test, Danny glowered at the spot he last saw Vlad and got back to trying to figure out the critical angle.
15 minuets later, while he was working on a lens/image problem and not having heard a peep out of Vlad, Danny started to have an odd sensation behind his lest earlobe. Unexplainably a chuckle escaped his lips and he tilted his head to meet his left shoulder to stop the tickling.
This Lancer did hear.
Yet when he got up and started towards the disruptive teen, Danny fell onto the floor, yelling between fits of laughter, "Get off me." His arms were flailing everywhere, as if fighting off an unseen tickling monster.
In fact this was almost true. Instead of one tickling monster, there were 4 invisible fruitloops tormenting Danny.
"Mr. Fenton!" Lancer cut though the torture induced giddiness. "What in Shakespeare's name is going on?"
Just then Danny stopped fighting off the crazy invisible cereal and lay ridged. It is unknown why Vlad stopped mentally scaring Danny, but the important thing is that he had.
"Mr. Fenton, Mr. Fenton." Lancer thought he had just witnessed one of his students go into anaphylactic shock and was deeply concerned for him. "Are you all right?"
"Hmmm, what?" Danny didn't seem phased that the attention of the class was all on him. But he did get a big fright when Mr. Lancer leaned over him, their noses nearly touching Lancer was none too pleased. "Ahhh!" his outburst was short and to the point as he skidded backwards.
Lancer glowered once more at Danny, the gears going round in his head as he thought of the best way to deal with disruption.
"Mr. Fenton I don't know what that was about, but I did say that if you disrupted my class again I would take your test away," he picked up Danny's unfinished paper and motioned for him to take his seat. To stop the oncoming protest, he continued "No buts about it. Now sit still for the last few minuets of class."
Danny slumped in his seat and with nothing left to do he started planning his revenge on the sugary goodness that was Vlad.
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