When Worlds Collide

By

Futuramakid

DISCLAIMER: I own neither Danny Phantom and associated characters, nor Darkwing Duck and associated characters.

"What am I going to do? Sam won't even let me talk to her. I should have known I couldn't pull off this stupid prince wish." Aladdan said. Tuckbu sits in the background trying to peel a banana with his feet, and is clearly having no luck, when it squirts out mashed into his face. "Jeannie, I need help," he said to her. She conjures a blackboard and points to her words on it, saying "Tell her the TRUTH!" "No way!" Aladdan said, "If Sam found out I was really some crummy street rat, she'd laugh at me." "Wow, we're more alike than I thought," thought Danny, watching in the shadows. "Well, a woman likes a man who can make her laugh," Jeannie offered, "I mean, I met this one guy he—." "Look, I can't do that, Jeannie!" Aladdan said angrily. "All joking aside, you really should just be yourself," Jeannie said. At this point, Aladdan had already started to fly up to Sam's balcony. Sam is inside, on her bed, with Rajah by her side. "Princess Sam?" he called out. "Who's there?" she called from behind the curtain that served as a door to the balcony. Aladdan replied, "It's me- Prince Danny Fentbabwa."

"I don't want to see you," she replied.

"No, no, please princess. Give me a chance," he pleaded.

"Just leave me alone," she said bitterly, as Rajah advanced on him. He backed away, and tried to get Rajah to back down, brushing the tiger away with his turban. "Good kitty, take off. Down kitty." Sam looks at him, thinking he seems familiar. "Wait, wait. Do I know you?" she asks. Aladdan replaces his turban and quickly responds, "Uh, no, no." "You remind me of someone I met in the marketplace," The marketplace? I have servants that go to the marketplace for me. Why I even have servants who go to the marketplace for my servants, so it couldn't have been me you met." Sam sighs. "No, I guess not," she said sadly. Jeannie, disguised as a bee appears on his shoulder, and whispers him some advice. "Enough about you, Casanova. Talk about her! She's smart, fun, the hair, the eyes. Anything--pick a feature!" "Sam, you're very…" Jeannie suggests various words in his ear, "Wonderful, glorious, magnificent, punctual!" "…punctual!"

"Punctual?" Sam says, raising an eyebrow.

"Sorry," replies Jeannie.

"I mean—um… Beautiful! You're beautiful!"

"Nice recovery!" Jeannie whispers.

"Hmm. I'm rich too, you know," Sam begins, advancing toward him, "The daughter of a sultan, A fine prize for any prince to marry." At this point she is right on top of him. "Right! A prince like me." He responds. "Warning! Warning!" Jeannie whispers in his ear. "Right, a prince like you. And every other stuffed shirt, swaggering, peacock I've met!" Now she pulls his turban over his face, "go jump off a balcony!" She turns and walks away. "Stop her! Stop her! Do you want me to sting her?" Jeannie whispers in his ear. "Oh, buzz off." Aladdan whispers back, swatting at Jeannie. "Fine, Casanova, but remember- BEE yourself!" Jeannie says, returning to the thermos which Aladdan has hidden in his turban. "Yeah, right," Aladdan replies. Sam turns around. "What!"

"Uh, you're right," he begins, "You aren't just some prize to be won. You should be free to make your own choice. I'll go now." He turns around, jumps over the ledge and falls out of sight. "Wait!" Sam calls. He rises over the ledge. "How are you doing that?" she asks. "Ghost powers," he replies. She grabs his smoke trail, and twirls it playfully. You, uh, you don't want to go for a ride, do you? We could get out of the palace, see the world," he asks. "Is it safe?" she asks. "Sure," he responds, "do you trust me?" She raises a brow at this, "What?" He extends his hand and repeats, "Do you trust me?" She grins slyly and takes it. "Yes," she answers.