Hello, and welcome back. This is where it's starting to get really crazy and hilarious. Of course, you have no idea (well most of you) what's wrong with Danny, and in this chapter he's a bit more kookier. Which is why it's funny. There's not many Spanish words, but the ones I do use have translations at the bottom like last time.

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Have fun…..!

Dedications:

To Danny, for giving me the best ideas and for being a great friend!

To HazelEyedChica08, for giving me a special idea!

To Lola, Jojo, and Penguin for giving me certain quotes and the whole "Disney radio" idea, my best friends for life.

I ADMIT TO BEING AN OBSSESIVE FANGIRL AND I DON'T CARE BECAUSE DANNY IS HOT AND FOR THE FANGIRLS LIKE ME, WON'T YOU LOVE SOME OF THESE VISUALS.

(Gotta read to find out)

Chapter Four

Paulina

"Might have what?" Sam asked.

I bit my lip. Should I tell them? A part of me screamed to lie, but if I made something up or denied it, they'd definitely figure it out….because of his…strange, loco behavior.

"Might have what?" Tucker asked.

"Well….it's an old Mexican remedy," I said, playing with my hair nervously.

"And?"

"Well…..usually only chicas are supposed to use it," I stammered.

I watched Sam's eyes widen. "And that would do what…to him?"

"Mess with his head," I said quietly. "Kind of makes him appear he's—"

"He looks freaking high," Dash commented.

"Oh, no," Sam gasped.

I grimaced. Okay, okay, so I'd done something really bad. Mistakes happen. They happen to everyone. How could I have known? Well, I did know, but I'd forgotten. But—

"He's awake isn't he?"

"Hold on. Let me get this straight. You gave Danny some Mexican drug?" Tucker asked. "And now he's off in La La land?"

"It wasn't that type of drug," I protested.

Danny laughed randomly and banged his head onto the side of the window several times. We all watched him curiously.

"He still manages to annoy me by doing that," Dash said.

"This is really kind of funny," Valerie said, suddenly, her lip trembling as she clearly tried not to laugh.

"Come again?" Sam asked.

"He's well….kind of psychotic. We could see a whole new side to Danny Fenton we've never seen before," she said.

"No," Sam argued firmly. "How long does that crap last?"

I adjusted my jaw roughly. "Number one, it's not crap. Number two, I don't know. When I last saw someone use it, they had to sleep it off," I said angrily.

"How are we—" Valerie began.

"Have you guys ever played Freeze Out?" Danny interrupted.

I didn't really know the game, but I'd heard of it before. All the football players on our away games would try to get the cheerleaders to play on the bus. I'd never agreed, so I didn't know.

"What's freeze out?" Valerie asked.

"Don't—" Tucker began.

"You've never heard of freeze out?" Dash exclaimed as if she were stupida. Which was possible of course.

"No, enlighten me," she retorted.

"You open all ze windows in winter while you're in a car," Danny explained. Well, at least now he was starting to make a little more sense.

"And then every five minutes you take off an article of clothing. The last person left, wins," Dash finished.

"No way. There's no way I'm getting half naked in front of you people," Valerie protested. "The only boy here besides that, that has muscles is Dash."

Tucker made a face and I cocked my head, staring at Danny.

"I don't know, Danny looks pretty tough, I bet he could compare," I said absentmindedly.

"Why are you looking?" Sam growled.

"Don't you?" I challenged. Not my problem she doesn't pay attention to lover boy. "It's obvious he works out a little, look." I pointed at him and he pointed back, his green eyes blinking rapidly. I set my finger down and grinned.

"Oh, there's nothing there," Valerie scoffed. She reached over and lifted up his shirt, exposing the skin underneath. I gasped. I'd been right all along. His chest and stomach were defined and shaped, leaving no room for fat at all, just muscle.

"Nothing there but a six pack," Sam said, raising her eyebrows.

"Okay, wow," Valerie said, putting his shirt down.

"Isn't it amazing?" Danny said suddenly.

Knowing he had a six pack and muscle tipped my scale from infatuation to crush. Ever since Valerie had told us about the whole "kissing under the monkey bar thing," I'd truly discovered a new side to Danny.

Take for instance, he obviously did something that made him so strong and he'd gotten far more attractive since last year. His gorgeous baby blue eyes and spikey raven hair…

Of course there was no way I was going to pull the cute, shy (and now sort of crazy and wild) boy away from—

"Sam?" Tucker asked.

"What?" she asked, looking up at him.

"Let's play a game," he said. "Truth or dare, with Danny only."

"No—" Sam started.

"Ooh, I have a good one!" I said. I thought for a moment. "Danny, what is your favorite thing to do?"

"Price check on prune juice Bob, price check on prune juice," he said.

Even Sam laughed and she was being Miss Negative. Okay, maybe mi abuela's remedy had crazed him up a lot.

"Oh my god, I haven't seen that movie in forever," Valerie said, wiping a tear from her eye.

"What movie?" Tucker asked.

"Fern Gully," Sam said. "Remember we used to quote lines from there all the time? And then in eighth grade, you and Danny tried to rap Batty's song?"

"I remember that," Dash said. "We didn't know what the heck you were doing. We just saw you sitting there on the picnic tables, doing little dance moves and trying to rap."

"That was all Danny," Tucker said. I saw him blush and knew he was trying to get away from the conversation.

"Was not," Sam argued. "You were both doing it, and I got it on tape for proof."

"I want to see that tape," Valerie said.

"I've got copies," she said.

"Why?" I asked.

"So she can blackmail us in the future," Tucker grumbled. "She's done that several times. I still have yet to find that picture and tear it up of the one she took of us in the zoo."

"What were you doing in the zoo?" Dash asked.

"Boys hugging makes every yearbook funnier," Sam said again. She laughed. "You'll never find that picture."

"Danny, what's the worst thing you've ever done?" Dash asked him suddenly.

"Sam, do you want a cookie?" he asked, either not hearing him or ignoring him. He had the oddest expression on his face and he was so cute.

She shook her head no, giving him a curious look.

"Then PERISH!" he suddenly yelled, laughing.

"I remember that one too," Tucker said.

"Would that be before or after you told her I changed the menu?" Sam challenged.

What on earth were they talking about? Something about cookies, and then the lunch menu, maybe?

"What?" I asked.

"Don't ask," Sam said. Why should she tell me what to do?
"Oh, oh!" Tucker said suddenly. "Remember in fifth grade when we used to have Danny sing all those Disney movie songs and we called him our own personal "Disney Radio?"

"Do you think he'll still do it?" Valerie asked.

"Danny, do the Disney Radio," Sam said, smiling.

He stuck two fingers up like a boy scout's honor pledge. "Contemplating song choice."

I laughed. "Is he really going to do it?"

"Sing anything," Tucker said.

"I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts, dee dee dee dee, there they are just standing in a row," he sang, bobbing his head as he sang. We all burst into laughter and I was about ready to cry. "Big ones….small ones….some words I don't know…"

"Next," Tucker said, his words unsteady with laughter.

"The wonderful thing about Tiggers, is Tiggers a wonderful thing. Their tops are made out of rubber, their bottoms is made out of spring," he said, bouncing along. "They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, ouncy, fun fun fun fun fun. The most wonderful thing about Tiggers is I'm the only one. I'm…..the only one." He threw a growl onto the end part and I was sent into another fit of hysterical laughter. He threw up his hands again and chased his finger around in circles. And for the first time, I saw something.

"What's that?" I asked, reaching for his hand.

He pulled away but Sam grabbed his wrist and flipped it over. At least I knew I hadn't been crazy. All along his wrist, where the veins should have been blue, they were a vivid green as if he'd absorbed kryptonite or something. It was the same on his hands.

"What is that?" Dash asked.

Sam let go of his hand, an odd expression on her face and shrugged. "Don't know. But it doesn't seem to be hurting him."

"I want to hear another Disney song," I said.

Danny stared straight at me, his green eyes piercing into mine and I looked down, smiling. I'd made up my choice. As soon as I got the Goth girl out of the way, Danny Fenton was going to be mine.

He rubbed his chin like he was thinking. "Do you want to know a she-cret?"
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If you couldn't tell, he basically said, "do you want to know a secret," and he could be very well about to expose himself. Paulina likes Danny, ha ha ha ha. Now was that funny?

Disclaimers:

I don't own Danny Phantom; Butch Hartman does.

I don't own Fern Gully.

I don't own the Lion King or Winnie the Pooh, Walt Disney does.

I don't own the episode "Mystery Meat."

I didn't want to put those up earlier because that would have ruined the fun.

By the way, I originally had another plan for Danny, but I figured it was too much. However, I still have it typed on another page. If you want to see this version, you can email me or send me an instant message under SToll15 and I'll send you a very cool deleted scene.

Tucker's chapter is next and it's actually already written, typed, and uploaded, but once again my evilness is circulating and I'm making you wait a few more days! Please R&R and tell me how you love me!

Lateraina Wolf

Spanish Translations

Loco- crazy

Mi abuela- my grandmother

Chicas- girls

Stupida- Stupid (girl)