Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or Scooby-Doo and the Ghoul School. I do not own the original story this is based on.
Sam Manson was bored and angry, a dangerous combo. Danny and Tucker, her only friends, had left Amity Park to spend time with their girlfriends. Tucker was understandable, but with Danny, it was complicated. Mainly because he was still with Phantasma.
And with Danny, Phanty, Jazz, and Dani off having fun together and Tucker out of town, Sam was stuck dealing with hanging out with herself. Since she didn't have any other friends besides Danny and Tucker, the girl was alone in the park. With melting vegan ice cream in one hand. Instead of her usual gothic attire, the young girl had dressed in a more hipster fashion with vintage clothing courtesy of her grandmother, who was nearby with her own cone.
Ever since Paulina dressed in doom and gloom, everyone in school was wondering if goth was in. Already, some had started wearing black. And that was Sam's cue to change her look. As much as she loved black, she did not want to conform.
"I can't believe this," The goth girl muttered, carefully eating her cone as to not spill any on her black denim with red trimming. Her grandmother gave her these clothes to stand out, not make a mess of herself. "I mean, I get it why Danny and Tucker are gone, but seriously, did they have to leave me out of their plans!?"
Sam ate her ice cream, depressed as her grandmother put her hand on her shoulder.
"It's alright, dearie. Things can change, but they don't have to be bad. You can still make more of this spring break," Grandma Manson said calmly.
"No offense, grandma, but I doubt I can make this better by myself," Sam muttered.
"Here's a fun fact," Foamy said from the bench's back. Sam jumped in surprise as she dropped her ice cream. It melted away in the sun as Sam stared at the surly, grey squirrel. "You can always try to meet new people. I mean, if you're miserable cause your friends are gone, why not make new ones?"
"Uh..what are you doing here?" Sam asked while the surly squirrel just rolled his eyes.
He glances at his company, another grey squirrel. But this one was more around the size of Sam's grandmother with a green hat and a cane.
"We're here to collect our pay. Cameos still give a lot of green," Slappy said in her usual crotchety way. She took a seat beside Sam, who scooted away.
"OK! When did you get here!?" Sam yelled, wondering what was becoming of her life.
"She's with me," Foamy explained. "And we're here to make sure you start learning something. Cause, you're pretty much still not getting over the fact Danny is with Phanty and left you behind!" the squirrel said, clenching his fist at the last part as he jumped up. "That, or just make a cameo as you go through your day."
"Seriously!?" Sam snarked, not believing a word the grey squirrel said.
"Hey, it's other that, or I can just wait till Hulu gets their act together and puts me in the new show. I'm good with either," slappy added. "So, what's shakin?"
Sam still looked weirded out by what this talking squirrel just said. Her grandmother bought subscriptions to streaming services, but she never heard of Hulu. Maybe it was indie.
"New show?" She questioned while the squirrels just shrugged.
"Eh, you wouldn't know. You can't see the wall," Slappy said in a snarky way as she glanced at the readers. "Anyway, you gotta start going through some changes soon."
"I'm already doing that!" Sam cried out. She stood up and gestured to her outfit. "I can't go goth anymore, and Danny and Tucker left Amity Park with their girlfriends! How much more will things change!?"
Sam panted heavily as her grandmother patter her on the shoulder. The girl settled down as she sat down to enjoy her melting, cold treat. It was the only thing holding her together right now.
"You do realize you're a teenager, right? Things always change., and I'm not just talking about puberty," Foamy said.
"You gotta be kidding me," Sam groaned to herself, wondering how she ended up being lectured by two squirrels. It was also a mystery why her grandmother wasn't freaking out. Eventually, she and Slappy started having a conversation while Foamy started throwing acorns against a tree.
Meanwhile, a certain merc with a mouth was busy eating chimichangas with a certain author. The restaurant wasn't busy, and the food was great, making it the perfect place for lunch.
"Nothing beats a chimichanga lunch in the sun. Eh, Fuzzy?" The merc suddenly shouted into the sky.
"I can't argue there, but did we really need this segment?" BeConFuzzled Writer, or Fuzzy, said in an irritated tone.
"I think we do. Things need a little spice. Plus, you only updated this story recently. So I think we need to cheer the audience up," DP quipped as three dogs-like beings walked up with bag lunches.
"Yeah, you gotta keep interesting, or people won't be entertained," the eldest of the trio Yakko said.
"Or worse, dissatisfied," Wacko, the middle child, said before scarfing down a big sandwich from his hat.
"Not to mention you gotta keep updates in check. You're already failing that," Dot, the only girl sassed.
"You're gonna keep jabbing that at me, aren't ya?" BeConFuzzled asked. He was already sorry for that.
"Hey, this story needs a decent update pace. I know you got other stories and things to do in life, but you gotta keep with it," Deadpool said before he continued eating. The Warners joined in with packed lunches of their own with classic submarine sandwiches. Complete with olive periscope and meatball torpedoes.
"Honestly, Deadpool," Another author said.
"Hey there, FP. I just knew a good chunk of this was your handy work," The merc with a mouth said with a grin.
FP11 rolled her eyes before sighing. BCW, on the other hand, just kept to his own business and ate. He was going to need the energy if Deadpool and the Warner's were with him.
"Hey, don't blame me cause Fuzzy here is still learning," Deadpool said in his usual crazy way, annoying BCW a bit. That was not true, but the merc couldn't resist teasing the man.
"Well, I'm back. Hopefully, things will stay that way. But for now, let's get back to the main story. People are here for that," He said.
"I think BCW is right, DP," The female author said.
"Oh fine, but only because you gave me chimichangas in this scene, FP," The red and black mercenary said in his usual way. "Though next time, let's get chimichangas closer to the southern border. I hear Mexican food is better the closer you are."
"You'll never change," FP11 said in amusement, while BeConFuzzled gave a small smile and opened a laptop.
Sam and her grandmother had left the park, mostly to get away from those squirrels who now driving others nuts. Though it was funny when the members of the Casper high football team tried to stop them. Emphasis on tried. One accidentally got his arm broken from the roughhousing.
Honestly, I think one of these days, I'll go insane. Sam thought, still weirded out by that experience.
Not one, but two talking grey squirrels pestered her today. The now-hipster girl wondered whether her life was a cartoon for people's entertainment. But, she shook that idea out of her head. A cartoon? Sounded ridiculous as she thought it over. It couldn't be.
"You alright, dearie?" Grandma Manson asked.
Sam smiled and held her hand. "I'm fine, grandma. I just think I need some time to think."
A nod and smile were returned as the two made it to the ramp for the house.
Sam walked off after making sure Grandma Manson made it home safely. The girl felt her mood drop once more. While she loved her grandmother and was happy having a positive parental figure in her life, she wanted to spend time with people her age. Stopping at a nearby construction site, Sam saw a crowd of people nearby protesting. Curious, the girl got her phone out to check if there was anything scheduled for today.
Turns out everyone was coming together to protest about Mayor Master's new idea for a mall over a magnificent park. The plans and pavement would decimate nature for miles away.
Sam, unable to believe that she just learned of this, immediately joined as people chanted and ranted for nature. Many were opposed to the idea as a nice park sounded better for everyone. One mall was more than enough for Amity Park.
As the girl joined, she also saw one of the protesters venture behind the construction workers and climb one of the vehicles.
"Why should we let the blood of the trees spill just for an empty mall?" A blonde guy in green said.
Sam recognized the boy immediately and met up after he was chased off the site. It was a laugh seeing the boy duck and dodge the workers.
"Chris, right?" Sam asked, stifling her giggles. She had met the boy a few times over rallies but never got to know him better. It never helped part of her was pining for the ghost boy, even now.
The blonde boy merely sent her a playful smile, eyeing her new look.
"Hello there, little miss hipster. Do I know you?" He said as he did an exaggerated bow.
"Oh, ha, ha, very funny," She said with a small smirk as she rolled her eyes.
Most of the time, they did speak to each other. He either jokes around or flirts with her. It wasn't annoying. In fact, the guy was funny and could, on rare occasions, give the former goth a laugh.
"So, Sam...what brings you here besides the protest?" He asked.
"I just needed to clear my head.."Sam said, still not happy.
Christopher then noticed her expression and was concerned. He could tell something was wrong by the way Sam slouched.
"Are you okay? You seem surlier than usual?" He asked. He looked at the protest then back to Sam. "And it can't be the protest. You'd be pumped."
"I'm just, I just have a lot on my mind," Sam said, not wanting to tell him about her issues.
"Come on, tell Christopher what's up?" He encouraged. "You know you can tell me anything," He insisted.
Sam knew that he wasn't going to give up and sighed.
"Well...it's just that..." Sam sighed. "My friend is seeing someone, and I'm not sure how I should feel."
"Is she bad news?"
Sam eyed the ground as she fought the turmoil in her heart. It wasn't that Phantasma was a bad ghost, but rather something else. A mixture of the events that led up to today would be the bluntest way to put it. Feelings of being left out and jealousy mixed like a swirl as the girl looked up. Chris stood back as he noticed the emotions through her eyes.
"She's...well..she's not exactly a normal girl, but because she showed up, I just can't trust her," Sam said in a bitter tone. "It's been more than half a year, and I still don't trust her. But it's like there's more."
Chris raised a brow at that.
"Are you sure that she's alright and you're just jealous? Or maybe you've been keeping her at bay so much, she's still the enemy?" He asked, unintentionally striking a nerve in the former goth.
"She's...not an enemy," Sam said with a frown but deep down, she wasn't so sure.
Chris patted her on the pat before handing her a picket sign. Sam smiled a bit. Maybe the boy didn't have all the answers, but he certainly provided the key to a vital door. Deciding to focus her emotions, the two joined the crowd and did everything to stop construction. Well, anything they could get away with.
Eventually, everyone scattered as the police showed up after someone tried to tackle one of the workers. That was a problem sometimes. Someone always got too excited. Sam walked back home, wondering about Chris's words. She had been so preoccupied that she didn't notice bumping into someone.
"Hey! Watch where you're going, loser!" A snotty voice said.
Sam snapped out of her thoughts and turned to see Paulina. To her Immense distaste, the spoiled girl was now wearing even more gothic accessories. Ever since finding out about Danny Phantom and Phantasma, Paulina dressed in black, which worried and scared her parents. But now she had even more on her, with stylized hair in the shape of bat wings(it must have taken her stylist hours to set her hair like that) and wearing tons of accessories ranging from fake piercings to chains and spikes. It was dreadful and not in the good sense. The formerly preppy dresser could not pull off that look.
"Wow, Paulina, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were a ghost," Sam snarked, not liking how the Hispanic girl cocked her head to the side.
Paulina was confused as to whether or not that was a compliment. Or it was just the fact the girl couldn't recognize Sam in her outfit.
"Who are you? And why do you not realize I'm doing this for my ghost boy?" Paulina said with actual innocence. She squinted, peering at Sam until the dots connected. "Wait a minute...you're that Suzy Nobody goth girl! And now...you're a...hipster?"
"You ruined the image of goths at school!" Sam said, still in disbelief that the popular girl was this oblivious to things. Maybe it was selective.
Sam pondered if the weight of the added headgear was slowing her down. She laughed as she shook her head. Paulina, not liking being the butt of a joke, even from an unpopular kid, walked away, searching for the ghost boy. And scaring anyone nearby.
"Wow, and my parents are concerned with how I look," Sam jokingly snarked, walking away.
While it affected her greatly, the girl decided to ignore her lost look for now. Glancing into a nearby shop window, Sam took the time to admire her new look. It was comfortable, vintage, and made her feel non-conformist.
It made her so happy that she didn't mind when she walked into a crowded area. It was a new hang-out location. And right now, everyone was breaking it in. The girl noticed the entire football team inside with Dash. The lead jock was, once again, trying to score a date with some girl.
With his usual, terrible routine.
"So, do you like quarterbacks?" He said, trying to be suave as he flexed a muscle with a cocky smile.
"Ummm...like, this is soo cool, but I have a boyfriend," The girl said. But Dash didn't listen as he leaned in more. Whether it was pride, ignorance, or he was just that empty-headed, nobody knew. And the girl wasn't interested in his actions. So, she pushed him away and walked.
"And another one bites the dust," Sam snarked.
However, that is when the sounds of screams and panic were heard. Soon saw a giant, two-legged iguana cyclops ghost appear, flicking its tongue at whatever seemed edible, which was every restaurant and bar around. It started with the new burger joint across the street, scaring citizens and causing trouble. When it was done, the new vegan place was next, much to Sam's dismay.
"Maybe next time I'll think twice about rallying about ultra-recyclo-vegetarianism, especially with ghosts," Sam said, sad to see the place go. Looking to the sky, she hoped Danny would appear and save the day and smile when she heard something.
However, Valerie appeared instead with her high-tech ghost hunting armor and started blasting the lizard.
Angered, the ghost roared before flicking its tongue in an attempt to defeat/eat the Red Huntress. But all he got was an ecto-grenade to chew on. Pulling the appendage back, the iguana felt the bomb's effects inside as it opened again to let the smoke out.
"You like that? I got plenty more for you, " She shouted as she chased after the now fleeing ghost iguana. Apparently, the grenades were too spicy.
Having watched the entire ordeal, Sam realized how she should've known Danny couldn't make it, and part of that made her heart ache.
"I guess I need more time to resolve some things," Sam thought out loud, contemplating her situation now.
With nothing to do, she decided to go home. Plus, since her parents were at some gala again, she and her grandma would have the house to themselves. One of the best things about socialites for parents, they always leave to keep up appearances. Not that the Mansons had much of a reputation. It was barely maintained in Amity Park, to begin with.
As Sam arrived at her block, she was still deep in thought about Danny and Phanty.
"Uhhh! This is so frustrating! Why couldn't Danny see what we could've been!?" She said, almost ready to tear her hair off.
"Why didn't you just be more assertive about yourself?" A random voice said.
"Yeah, not all men can read the signs. Though in your cause, I'd build up more on the chemistry," Another, more feminine voice said.
"Or just cook him a meal," A third voice said.
Sam stopped as she recognized those voices. She turned around and saw that it was those strange dog-like creatures in clothes. He glanced at herself, relieved she wasn't wearing the dress, or having to sign anything.
"Ok, why are you three here?" Sam said.
"Because the author decided it was time to make our grand reappearance!" The one named Yacko said before giving a wink to an invisible audience.
Sam raised a brow at that.
"What are you three doing here?" She asked.
"Hiding from those mean Master's Blasters who we pranked," Wakko explained as he pulled a sandwich from a pocket out of his shirt.
The former goth girl's jaw almost dropped upon hearing that. A part of her smiled as well, happy to hear of such an event.
"You guys pranked Vlad's private ghost hunters!" Sam said, fighting the urge to laugh. "Are you crazy!?"
"If you think what we've done is crazy, wait till you see Arlen," Yakko said with a jabbing elbow.
"Somehow, I doubt I'll ever see that," Sam said in an unsure way.
She did wonder exactly what these crazy creatures had done but figured she'd rather not want to know.
"Anyway, as much as we'd like to hang around, we gotta go. I'm pretty sure a poorly group of ghost hunters will be here soon," Yakko said.
"Yeah, so, toodle-oo," Dot said with a handkerchief wave said before running off with her brothers.
Sam stared in the direction they went. Life was getting weirder, and she wasn't sure she'd be able to keep up. And this was after the months of helping Danny with ghost fighting.
As if on cue, Master's Blasters came flying through the air. They were pissed, to put it mildly. They were armed to the teeth and spoke not a word, and they searched high and low for the Warners. Along the way, an audible groan and grumble came as the trio of politically paid ghost hunters grasped their stomachs. Their faces dropped, but they kept flying.
"Can we please find a restroom?" Download pleaded. "I don't know how much more I can hold it."
"Not until we get those dog-things for pranking us! Uhhh..." Vid replied before holding her guts.
"I think we really need to find bathrooms. Right now!" Threash almost yelled as he did the same. "These suits aren't put on in pieces, you know."
The Warners, who were hiding behind a nearby corner, heard the whole thing. They snickered and chortled as they admired their work. Sure, it wasn't much by their standards, but those ghost hunters deserved that after mistaking them for ghosts and blasting Wakko's donuts.
"I guess we shouldn't have spiked their nacos with broccoli, coffee, baked beans, and all those prunes," Yakko teased as he and his siblings watched.
"Probably shouldn't have supersized them either," Wakko added with a snicker.
"Maybe next time, they'll think twice before eating at Bueno Nacho," Dot added as the ghost hunters spotted them.
The Warners would not have been in trouble had Master's Blasters finally had trouble holding their stomachs. They rushed off, yelling how this wasn't over, but the sibling laughed it off and left comically.
By pulling out a ballon and pump from Yakko's slacks. They inflated the blimp with the WB logo and flew off to who-knows-where, waving goodbye as Dot blew kisses. Citizens and Sam stared in astonishment as they left the city limits.
"I'm gonna take this as my cue to go home," Sam said as she cautiously left the premise. At her door, Foamy and SLappy greeted her with a smile, which she ignored as she went inside. She needed some soy ice cream with the little gummy bats she likes.
Unbeknownst to Sam, another had spied on her day. The lanky boy narrowed his eyes through his round glasses as a plan came to mind. A plan of sweet revenge and a chance at his goal.
And another chapter posted! Looks like Sma's been thinking in her isolation. With some appearances from our favorite wall breakers, and I don't mean just Deadpool this time. Next chapter, Tucker and Velma have their own adventure as Danny meets a familiar face after the spa.
Special Thanks! to Flower Princess11 for all her help!
Reviews:
RonaldM40196867: Maybe. Right now, he has other destinations.
61394: Yep. And they may return.
Jebest4781: Next chapter.
germanjustiniano9: ¿El poder de Tucker? ¿Del episodio de Pharoah? Ese fue el cetro. Creo que te estás perdiendo la primera mitad de esa pregunta. ¿Youngblood y Dani? ... No lo sé.
PrometheusDark: Thanks, though it's mainly from the cartoon. The theme song is cool.
danifan3000: 1: Possibly. 2: They'll eat the whole town dry. Lol! 3: Beetlejuice has an actual scary face. While most ghosts are scary, Danny has never seen anything as scary as that face. 4: Oh, yeah. It looks nice.
Luiz42000: I don't mean to surprise, just entertain. Glad you enjoyed it.
The Brod Road: Thanks!
DJ Rodriguez: Thanks!
LockAndKey989: Why would he have a talk like that with Danny? That sounds like something jack would do.
William Escobar 608: 1) Danny tiene un don con las mujeres. 2) Lástima que todavía tenga mucho que aprender sobre la lectura de las señales ... ¿o no?
Jay the Average Fanboy: Thank you! 1: Not likely. Though they should make one in the future. 2: No clue. We tried to have a contest to sort things out, but that would mean depleting the entire food budget. 3: No clue. But perhaps she can...Though Vlad may have a say with genetics about learning about the Fentons.