ENJOY ~
The worst part wasn't being captured.
It was being captured, getting tied up in ropes doused in what appeared to be normal water, but then you realize it stung like one mother, & then ended up being tossed like rag doll into the back of Chevy Impala '67. The only reason Danny knew it was that particular car, was because a certain stinkin' rich enemy of his, owned something similar, probably owned whole giant lot of vintage cars too, & sold it to the two stooges Danny had been trying to pry off his back for a while now. But it was too good to be true. If Vlad ever wanted to hurt Danny, he'd probably demand that would he join his quest for world domination, & ask Danny's mother for her hand in marriage. Just to despite Danny as an added bonus. Or. WHATEVER! Vlad was a straight up Froot-Loop. End of story.
Being cramped up in the trunk was seriously uncomfortable. Not because of all the visible weapons, like different types of knifes, guns, (& . . . was that a harpoon gun? Seriously?) but rather the severe stench of cheap cologne & someone's dirty underwear in a satchel nearly touching Danny's face. Just what do these guys do for a living
Catching himself in an inner turmoil Danny yells, "LET ME OUT!" For what seemed like the thousandth time that night, kicking the ceiling that was WAY too close for his comfort. When there was no response he added, "I have to go to the bathroom!"
Danny hears a sudden THUMP above his head, then, "How old are you? Freakin' 12? If I find ONE dent inside my baby I SWEAR I'll shoot you again, you little twerp! That's a promise." Dean scoffs. "Can a ghost riding in a meat suit even take a crap?"
Almost out of hearing range, Sam, "Maybe you could ask the ghost after its been exorcised. Let's go already."
"WHOA. WAIT. WHAT? WHERE? You can't just leave me in the back of your trunk!" Danny continues. "This is straight up kidnapping! Are you kidding me?"
"Well you should of thought twice about possessing someone's body."
When Danny heard the motor run, he just about thrashed, kicked & squirmed until he gave up around what seemed like fifteen to thirty minutes. His inner turmoil just about exploded after that.
"I didn't ask for this! I never asked for flippin' ghost powers, but here I am. Danny Phantom. Captured. By two complete total insane people!" He heaves a long heavy sigh. "How the crap do even capture a ghost?" Then he pauses. "Great. Now I'm talking to myself inside of a car's trunk. Who's the insane person now?"
All that moving & cursing gave him in return was a seriously bad case of rope burn on his wrists & a nasty gash on his cheek when he brushed it against an exposed knife.
"Knife!" Danny groans. "WOW. Someone just write IDIOT on my forehead."
Just when he thought he had it all figured out after he cut the ropes off his wrists & ankles, his intangibility refused to helped him.
"WHAT? Are you serious?" Danny balls his fists & tries to throw a ghastly green blast through the car. Nothing happened. "Come ON!"
He came to the conclusion that he wasted all of his energy either way. That. Or maybe he had severe issues with tight spaces & he couldn't fully concentrate on his ghost powers. Seriously though.
How would you feel confined & spooked out traveling to who knows where with a couple of GHOSTNAPPERS?
NOTE: Special shoutout to beazlerat & Brenne thank you for your constant funny comments.
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