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Topic 36: Give him a battle cry and bug him constantly until he says it, then squeal.
"Please?" I begged.
"No."
"Pretty please?"
"No."
"Pretty please with a cherry on−"
"DANIEL I−" he shouted before rubbing his temples. "Alright, fine. What ridiculous 'battle cry' do you expect me to come up with?"
"This one." I replied as I handed Vlad a slip of paper. He snatched it from me and the moment he opened his mouth to protest, I silenced him by interrupting.
"Hold on." I commanded. He paused as I began searching the room. I dug through the papers in his desk a raised the recorder. Vlad narrowed his eyes.
"…I refuse." He almost laughed. He groaned when I pulled out my thermos. Without warning, the white light blasted a few feet away from where he was actually standing.
"GOING CHEESY!" he screamed in shock.
Topic 37: Put his costume in the washer along with the brightest red sock with the cheapest dye job you can find. Blame it on Youngblood when he finds out
I was somehow able to convince Vlad to let me do the laundry again after the Packers incident. How? I would never know.
"Here." He said in a threatening tone. "Take this to the Ghost Zone Laundry Department. I have to go over a few charts. Be back here in two hours or I will call the Guys in White to secure the house the next time I leave." He warned before shoving his ghost costume at me while storming off.
"The Ghost Zone has a laundry department?"
"The clock is ticking, Daniel."
One Small Trip To The Far Frozen and Borrowing the Infi-map Later…
The piece of paper dragged me through all the corners in the Ghost Zone before stopping at what looked like a laundry department similar to the one in Amity. It didn't look as queer as I thought it would be but nonetheless, I stepped inside.
"Hey look. It's the dipstick."
"Hmp. I wonder what the whelp is up to."
"I, Technus, am amazed that the young whipper-snapper−"
"Are you sure that he didn't stop by to ask for cookies?"
"Beware! For he has come to face me! THE BOX GHOST!"
So much for being unnoticed. I went up the person I was looking for. He was fiddling his wallet for a few extra quarters. Being a good citizen, I tossed him a few when he looked at me.
"Thanks!" he responded in the friendliest voice possible. Perhaps he was the nicest out of all of them, if you didn't make him mad.
"Can I borrow a red sock from you?" I asked.
Youngblood stared at me curiously. "Why should I?"
I smirked. "Ever heard of the red sock in the washer full of white clothes trick?"
Back at Vlad's…
"Are you sure you're staying?" I asked Youngblood.
"Positive! I'm dying to see Vlad's face when he looks at this!"
"You're already dead…" I commented. He just huffed.
"There he is!" he said, pointing at the opening of the door where Vlad emerged. Youngblood turned invisible.
"Won't Vlad not see you?" I questioned him. "He's an adult, you know."
"Can't take chances." he sighed. "And besides. He's half ghost like you."
"Wow, little badger." Vlad greeted through the doorway, a little surprised at the clothes in my hands. "I didn't expect you to get back so soon−"
He glanced down at his new pink costume. His face was filled with so much rage that I stepped back. If Vlad had listened carefully, he could have heard Youngblood's giggles echo across the room, but he was too angry to notice.
"You−" he began, pointing his finger at me. Before he could say more, I lifted a red sock from underneath the clothes.
"Looks like Youngblood to me." I remarked. "Not my size."
Youngblood turned visible again. "You traitor! I trusted you!"
Vlad focused his attention towards Youngblood and went ghost.
"You're dead, you little brat!"
Youngblood yelped and flew into the Ghost Zone with Vlad following close behind.
But Youngblood was already dead, right?
Topic 38: Doodle on his Ray Nietzsche football.
While Vlad was still in the Ghost Zone chasing Youngblood, I went over to his collection of Packers merchandise near the front door. I made my hand intangible and pulled out the signature football from its location. Ray Nietzsche's signature was clearly written on the side of the ball, though I dug in my pocket and found a marker.
"How did that get in there?" I said sarcastically to myself.
I doodled a picture of Vlad, but keep in mind that I'm not the best sketcher in the world. At least recognizable on top of the autograph.
"…don't tell me…" Vlad said from behind me when he suddenly walked in the room. "What did you do now?"
"Nothing!" I said, hiding the ball behind my back. An idea sparked in my head.
"Heads up!" I called out to Vlad and threw the football. Vlad caught it. I ran.
Topic 39: Steal Danny's Thermos, and use it as a Time-out device.
"Daniel." Vlad said. "A word, if you will."
I followed Vlad to the living room and threw myself on the couch. "What is it, fruitloop?"
"Well." he stopped as he went ghost. "I don't think you've gotten the right punishment from me yet."
"Maybe later, Vlad." I yawned as I lay down on the couch and rolled to the side. Vlad laughed.
"I don't take 'no' for an answer, Daniel."
He began to lunge for me and I drew out the Thermos from under my shirt.
Vlad's yell of surprise bounced off the walls as he was forcefully dragged in the container.
"Someone deserves a time out."
Topic 40: Make his castle a pretty pink princess one.
With Vlad in the Thermos, I went ghost and flew over to the Paint Shop downtown. I phased through the building and landed. As I began to browse, I had a few people give me weird looks.
"Whoa, dude! You're Danny Phantom!" an all-too-familiar voice cried out.
Oops.
I swiveled around to find Dash sitting (now stunned) in the cashier booth.
"Uh, hey Dash!" I laughed before realizing. "It was 'Dash' wasn't it?"
He gave me the most confident smile he could.
"You remembered me?" he said excitedly as he leaned over the counter to see me closer. "Wh-what can I do for you?"
Perhaps I stayed silent enough to admire the fact that I was so lucky to be in ghost form right. or else Dash wouldn't even bother talking to me. Strange to find him here in a shop. At least he has a job.
"Do you know where the paints are?" I asked him after a while. I swear the guy almost fainted. I would have face-palmed if I weren't trying to keep up an image.
"Over on Aisle 6! Do you want me to take you there?" he chirped excitedly.
"Uh…no thanks! I can handle it from here."
Dash's face changed to disappointed. "Oh."
Happily leaving, I got a hold of about five hundred paint cans and paid for them. I technically was a billionaire, anyway.
Flying back, I groaned. I'd be up all night trying to paint the place.
Painting an Entire Castle Later…
I could barely keep my eyes open. Changing back into human, I plopped on my bed and released Vlad. When he was all the way out, my ears just wanted to muffle out his voice.
"Daniel! What did….you do…why…paint…clothes…did you….paint…?"
"Castle…" I muttered before I lost consciousness. Even in sleep, I was pretty sure I heard him scream to the sky. Vlad wouldn't touch me at least. The Specter Deflector was visible on my waist. One hour of sleep is better than none.
-Posted May 21, 2011
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