Vlad's Guide to Annoying Danny
Method's 21-25
A/N: Hmm, I've been starting kinesises again lately, and success! I could knock a glass off of the table from across the room. No seriously! Cough, random, sorry.
21. Act like a story book author
"Folks, today we will be visiting the life of a boy name Daniel, you see he has a very interesting life, a very linteresting life indeed." Vlad said into a microphone.
Danny was asleep in his room, the covers pulled up over him tightly.
"Little Danny age 14, was having a rather peculiar dream, chocolate raindeer, and a pretty girl, not a care in the-"
"Vlad! What are you? How, stop that!"
"Danny shouted, he was angry, no doubt about it." Vlad placed a Dr. Suess hat on his head.
"Why are you rhyming?"
"I'm rhyming to simply annoy you my boy, so come on along and fall into my ploy." Vlad began to bounce up and down, while strange music played in the background.
"Oh I give up!"
"Danny placed a pillow over his head, unaware that he'd soon wake up dead, yes dead, and I really do mean what I said, yes said, I really do mean what I said." Vlad continued to bounce.
"WHAT? GAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" Danny screamed and ran out of the room.
22. Talk in pig latin
Eventually the insane author decided to add Jazz, Tucker, and Sam to the torture Danny team, so. . .
Sam rang th doorbell to Danny's house and walked in. Danny sighed. "Hi Sam, I am so glad you came, I was wondering if you would let me stay at your house until Vlad leaves-"
"Pon pouy pdioti, pouy pan'tc ptays pta pym pouseh!"
Danny stared. "What? Are you speaking German or something?"
"Paybem pfi pouy pern'tw pos punf pot pnnoya, pew pouldn'tw paveh piveng pin, pnda pookt phet poneym."
"Wait, you're in on this aren't you, I know you are!" Danny kicked Sam in the knee and ran into the kitchen.
"Pih, Pannyd, pavingh pirlg proublest?"
"You know what, I'm not going to even listen to you." Danny grabbed a sandwich and walked outside to sit on the porch.
"Pannyd! Phostsg prea pttackinga phet pallm!" Tucker panted from down the street.
"What?"
"POG PHOSTG PNDA PAVES PHOSET PEOPLEP!" Tucker screamed.
"POUY PAVEH POT PAVES PHET, PHO PORGETF PTI!"
23. Lick him repeatedly (the following suggested by: Insane Guy of Doom!)
Danny sat at the dinner table in hs house, in the following order: Sam, Danny, Jazz, Tucker, Vlad, Mrs.Fenton, and Mr.Fenton.
"Well, dinner's over, who wants desert?" Maddie asked.
"Ooh, I do!" Sam screeched. She then proceeded to lick Danny's face.
"Uh, Sam?" Danny started.
"You taste like poptarts." She licked him again, but this time on his arm. "Cinnamon flavor!" She chomped down on his arm.
"Hey, save some for me!" Tucker shouted and licked Danny's face.
"No, he's my boyfriend, I should get to eat him!" Sam shouted and bit Danny's ear.
"Ow! Stop, are you all really going to resort to cannibalism?!" Danny shouted.
"No."
Lick
Lick
Lick
Lick
CHOMP!
"Stop it!"
Lick
Lick SUCK!
CHOMP!
"You taste like poptarts." Sam laughed.
24. Make Danny Racist to Sandbags (suggested by Insane Guy of Doom)
"Daniel, I wanted to apologize for my behavior the past few weeks, so as a present I got you this sandbag." Vlad smiled, but innocently.
"What am I supposed to do with a sandbag?" Danny frowned.
"Puch it, kick it, beat the stuffing out of it!" Vlad nodded, and walked out of the room.
Danny began to punch the sandbag, each punch being for a different method to annoy him that he'd had to endure this week. Unbenounced to him, a polaroid camera had been taped to a wall.
"Click, swoosh." Out came a picture, but Danny kept punching
The next day. . . Maddie Fenton stormed into Danny's room.
"Daniel James Fenton! Explain this, haven't I told you to treat others fairly?"
The Amity Park Times
Danny Fenton racist to sandbags! Local citizen Vladimir Masters claims that this young boy brutally beat an innocen sandbag-
Danny slapped his forehead and went back to sleep.
Meanwhile with Vlad. . . Vlad held a labtop in his lap, he clicked on his newest video: Racist boy
How dare he? America loves sandbags!- mystery person guy
Are you people all insane? It's a freaking sandbag! You're all twisted.- Girl of chocolatecream
Yeah, but he's still racist! -Poptartindegestion
Vlad frowned, someone out there had common sense. Girl of chocolatecream was going down.
25. Destroy his country
Vlad dressed in a blue bathrobe and bunny slippers popped 2 poptarts into the toaster, he did this over and over and over again.
"Hey Vlad, what's with all the poptarts?" Tucker asked.
"Well, here's the plan. . .(insert creepy whisper)."
Danny walked into the house and tossed his jacket on the couch. Sniff. He smelled something sweet. He walked into the kitchen to find Tucker, Sam, and Vlad stuffing their faces with assorted flavors of poptarts.
"AHA! WE'VE DESTROYED YOUR ARMY, YOUR FORCES HAVE BEEN WEAKENED!" Tucker shouted, his voice muffled from the lack of space.
Sam swallowed. "You shall soon be defeated!" She picked up two blueberry and stuffed them in her mouth.
"What are you guys doing??" Danny narrowed his eyes.
"Destroying your country, poptart land, once we finish here, you'll be weak enough to be attacked!" Vlad stuffed the last 3 poptarts in his mouth.
"Now, get him!" Sam shouted.
"GAH!!" Danny screamed as all 3 of them dogpiled him.
A/N: Woo! Long chapter.
Thanks to: TexasDreamer101, Jessi Phantom, Jessica01, Luiz4200, and Kooky Krazy Kat for reviewing!
Special thanks to: Insane guy of Doom and Hawky Phantom for their ideas!
To Hawky Phantom: I'll be sure to use that in the next chap, ok?
To Insane Guy of Doom: I loved your ideas, and I hope I did them nicely.
Bye Bye.