De-Zanitized

It was an average day at the therapist's office, and Danny Fenton was in the Therapy chair, looking distressed and sad.

"I think it would be sensible to start at the beginning." The halfa said.

"Proceed." The therapist spoke.

"Ah...It all started when I was one of the most successful psyche analysts in Fanfiction Studios. Ahh...Mitchell Movie Productions, home to the most famous stars in Fanfic history." Danny then said. "And when the stars had a problem, they came to me. For 5 years, the biggest cartoon stars came to me with their problems, their secrets, pain. And recently, I had a intense session with Stan Smith of American Dad."

Flashback, August 2nd, 2015

Danny was thrown to the wall, making it break a little, he fell flat on his face.

"Ow, talk about a CIA therapy session." Danny joked.

Then, the Halfa heard screaming outside, he ran to the window to see the commotion, only to see a certain group of kids on the Mitchell Movie Productions Water Tower, whereas the citizen folk were in fright.

The kids jumped down and ran amok in the studio. And in a famous cartoon styled manner, the group of kids ran up to the Psychiatrist building while running on the wall.

"Did you miss us?" Penny asked the halfa.

"Well, I barely know you, so how can I miss you, when my aim is getting better?" Danny joked, no one got it. "It's funny because marriage is terrible sometimes."

"We're the cartoon siblings!" The kids announced, before proceeding to kiss the halfa all at once, once they were finished, Danny retched in disgust. Danny turned around and saw...all of the kids..

"What do you want?" Danny said, irritated.

"We asked you first!" Sherman then said.

"Well..." Danny then said, but he then realized something. "No you didn't."

"Well, we meant to." Cindy replied.

"Do you even know who I am?" Danny said, rolling his eyes.

The kids go behind a couple gameshow podiums, and Sherman was the first one to press the button.

"Daniel Fenton, the best psychiatrist in Mitchell Movie Productions' studio history?" Sherman answered, much to the halfa's delight.

"Correct!" Danny then said, then the young boy jumped into Danny's arms.

"I win! What do I win?" Sherman said, excitedly.

"Nothing." Danny replied confused.

"Say, what kind of game show is this?" Dipper angrily crossed his arms.

"It's not a game show!" Danny said, losing his patience.

"I'll say! You're lucky that you're on the air every week." Sherman replied.

"NURSE! NURSE!" Danny angrily shouted.

Then, Wendy Corduroy entered the room, prompting Arnold, Gerald, Dipper and Sheen to pant like dogs at the sight of her.

"Yes, Danny?" Wendy responded.

"Take these kids and get them out of my office! Dear god, I'm like Ferris Bueller's principal!" Danny said, exhausted.

"Hello NURSE!" The 4 boys exclaimed!

The boys proceeded daydreaming about doing something romantic with Wendy, wheras Penny Peterson daydreamed about getting a piggy back ride from Danny Phantom, but Cindy bursted her bubble by exclaiming in disgust, "Disgusting!"

Later that day, Danny entered the conference room and saw Stanley Pines, furious.

"Those brats are wrecking havoc in the studio! And Mr. Mitchell is very furious! He hasn't been this upset since we considered making a parody of "The Force Awakens!" In order for a studio to be running efficiently, there must be order, peace, calmness, which is why it's up to you to keep those kids calm!" Stan said, angrily.

"But why me?" Danny responded.

"Because you're a psychiatrist!" Stan shouted.

Back at Danny's office, Wendy Corduroy got the kids back in the office, with the boys being so lovestruck, their tongues literally roll out like a carpet.

Penny rolls the boys tongues back into their mouths.

"Boys." Penny then said, skeptically.

"Okay, kiddos, now do me a favor and sprout yourselves on a chair." Danny then said, then, they sprouted and bloomed like flowers on the chair. "Okay, what's with the jokes?"

"This ain't a joke. It's a visual gag." Gerald then said.

"Look, now's not the time for a visual gag or a joke, alright? Or let alone any monkey stuff." Danny then said.

The kids then turned back to normal, confused.

"Define Monkey stuff." Sherman said.

"You know, Monkey stuff, you know, you act like a silly monkey, and goofy stuff, you know!" Danny said, irritated, while making moves a monkey would do, much to everyone's confusion.

"You should see a p-sychiatrist." Stinky then said.

"I am a psychiatrist!" Danny angrily said, before wandering around, thinking, unbeknownst to them, the kids fallowed him, impersonating him, impersonating Egyptians or London detectives.

Then, Danny had a look of realization.

"Ah... I know what you kids want! You want to talk to Mr. Puppethead!" Danny then pulls out a hand puppet resembling him. "Hello kids, I'm Mr. Puppethead! Tell me why you always make the jokes.

The kids stare at Danny as if he lost his mind.

"Why aren't you talking with Mr. Puppethead? It's very easy; watch me, watch me. [clears throat] Hello, Mr. Puppethead, how are you?" Danny then said to the kids.

"I am fine, Dr. Fenton. How are you?" Danny said as the puppet.

"I am fine, Mr. Puppethead. Did you have a yummy breakfast?"

"Oh yes, yes! Very yummy, thank you. How was your breakfast?"

"My breakfast was yummy as well."

"Are you sure that you don't need a psychiatrist?" Phineas asks.

"I AM A PSYCHIATRIST! I AM! I AM! I AM!" Danny angrily shouted, while tearing a part of his shirt.

"Mr. Puppet head's hungry." Dipper then said.


Later-

After much research, the halfa decided analyze the kids one by one, starting with Penny Peterson.

Danny: Penny... may I call you "Penny"?
Penny: Yeah. But call me "Penelope" and ya die.
Danny: "Penny" is it. I'm going to show you some pictures and I want you to tell me what they look like. [shows Penny an inkblot] What do you say to this?
Penny: I'd say you're not a very good artist.
Danny: I didn't draw that.
Penny: Well, whoever did needs to go back to school.
Danny: No, it's an inkblot.
Penny: I'll say.
Danny: No, no, no. It's not supposed to look like anything!
Penny: Then you did a very good job.
Danny: I DIDN'T DRAW IT! Doesn't it looks like a little kitty cat or a butterfly or something?
Penny:
No. [takes off the inkblot and changes it into a butterfly] That's a butterfly.

"If I'm in that fic where I have to babysit the actual Warner Brothers and their sister, and they step into that cloning machine, I am literally going to sue the author of this fic." Danny said, breaking the fourth wall in exhaustion.


Next: Sherman Peabody.

Danny: Now then, Sherman, let's you and I talk, hmm?
Sherman: Okay.
Danny: Good. What's on your mind?
Sherman: My hat.
Danny: No, no, no. Your hat is on your head. What is on your mind?
Sherman: My... skin?
Danny: No, that's on your head. What's on your mind?
Sherman: Oh, I got it! My hair!
Danny: Your hair is on your head! [shakes in anger before exhaling] Let's try something different, okay?
Sherman: Okay.
Danny: What don't you tell me what you're feeling?
Sherman: My shirt.
Danny: No, that's what you're touching. What are you feeling?
Sherman: My nose?
Danny: THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE TOUCHING! WHAT ARE YOU FEELING?! [calms down] Just. Tell me. How. You. Feel.
Sherman: I feel fine.
Danny: Good! Now we're getting somewhere. Would you care to expand on that?
Sherman: Okay. [Sherman breaths in and his whole body expands like a balloon]
Danny: What? No, no! Not that type of expanding! STOP IT!
[Sherman pricks himself with a sewing pin and flies around the room like a deflating balloon before falling into Danny's lap]
Sherman: 'Scuse me. [kisses Danny full on the mouth and leaves)


Last: Dipper Pines

Danny: Now then, Dipper, let us do a little word association, hmm? I'll say a word, and you say any word that you think of; any word that comes to mind.
Dipper: Brain.
Danny: No, no. We haven't started.
Dipper: Begun.
Danny: No, wait.
Dipper: Yield.
Danny: No, stop!
Dipper: Cease.
Danny: SILENCE!
Dipper: Quiet.
Danny: ENOUGH!
Dipper: Plenty.
Danny: Would. You. Please. Listen?
Dipper: Hear.
Danny: NO, YOU STUPID KID! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!
Dipper: Comprehend.
Danny: [screams in frustration and carries Dipper to the door] Get out, get out, get OUT!
Dipper: Leave, leave, leave.
Danny: [kicks him out and slams the door, huffing and puffing] Those kids are driving me crazy!
Dipper: [pops his head through the door] Insane. Unhinged. Demented.
Danny: [shakes his fist at Dipper, tears his shirt in half and then pounds the door in frustration.]

Back in the office, present

Danny was in the office, stressed out, disappointed, and sheding tears.

"And that's how it's been. They've been driving me insane, and they're still not de-zanitized. Am I crazy doc?" Danny asked, sadly. Then, he gasped in shock, he saw that the analysts analyzing him, it's those kids.

"You are suffering from cartoonitis!" Sherman said, Danny growled in anger and shouted, "THAT'S IT!" Then, he turned into Danny Phantom and blasted off into the Fentonworks building.

"Was it something I said?" Sherman asked. Then the kids shrugged at the audience.