Ghost nip is one hellava ride, Folks
I don't own Danny Phantom
He downed the entire vial of tea in a few gulps and in less than a minute's time, Danny's breathing slowed from a heaving, pain filled rasp to a soft even intake. His head lolled back and he was gone. In his mind he was laying down on a comfortable raft rocking back and forth on the gentle waves of the open sea, nothing around for miles, just like his thoughts. Splotches of light and color danced across his vision and he felt warm and cozy. He was vaguely aware of the voices of his friends, Sam, and tucker calling out from somewhere, but their calls were so low and distorted. They sounded funny to him. Everything was just so funny and mellow.
Sam and Tuck stared at their friend in concern. He sat between them in the middle of the specter speeder, his body went as limp as noodles as he reclined against the seat. He stared up at the ceiling completely blank faced, pupils noticeably dilated.
"Danny... Hello? You in there dude?" Tucker joked as waved a hand in front of the boy's face but a worried feeling in the pit of his stomach started to grow when the only response he received from his friend was a slow lethargic blink.
"You gave him too much!" Tucker immediately snapped at Sam.
"I'm not a doctor! I don't know dosage! I thought making the ghost nip into a tea would LESSEN the effects!"
"Don't tell me you used WAY more of the stuff than last time to make this dumb tea because you thought 'the effects would be lessened'!"
Sam stammered, red faced in both defensive anger and embarrassment. She discovered "Ghost nip" a few weeks ago in one of her old books and decided to grow some in her green house to see if it were true. Cat nip, but for ghosts.
She gave Danny just a little to try. Just one whiff of the stuff had the kid acting weird. He'd suddenly shoved it into his face and began to inhale the scent so deeply, it was like he couldn't get enough of it. For a few minutes after it was pried from his hands he seemed to be a bit mellow and spacey. Then he returned to normal, asking what had happened.
That gave Sam the idea to brew the stuff as a tea. Possibly use it as a pain reliever for Danny if he ever got hurt in a fight. She kept a little vial of it in the back of the specter speeder's first aid kit. She had no idea the effects would be THIS strong. Hopefully, he'd come back to his senses soon.
"Just help me with his shoulder!"
After a rough fight with Skulker while the three of them were exploring the ghost zone, Danny got more than a little banged up. As they two of them put the boy's dislocated shoulder back into place, and he showed no reaction, they began to get a little worried.
"Next time, how about we just give him a little ibuprofen, huh Sam?" Tucker sneered.
"Skulker only managed to find us because he tracked your stupid tech!"
"My tech didn't turn Danny into a zombie!"
"At least I was- mmph!"
Sam was cut off when Danny suddenly put his hand up to her face. He pet her head like he was stroking a cat.
She pried his hand away. "Danny! Are you okay? Say something!"
Danny lazily opened his mouth to speak but what came out was no human language. It sounded like the distorted shrieks of some demonic beast echoing up from the bottom of a dark pit. The two humans knew the "words" (If they could be described as such) were coming from Danny, but the sounds didn't match up to his lip movements and the voice seemed to be reverberating from inside their own minds like a form of telepathy. Danny was speaking to them in ghost speak.
"/****/***!" He went on until suddenly he burst out into a fit of hysterical laughter.
"TEe HEe HAhah AHahahHA! AH HAHHAHAHAHAH!..." After a few moments the boy calmed down and fell back into silence
"H-hey buddy... W-whatcha laughing about?" Tucker asked
"... I dunno..." Was Danny's slurred reply.
Not knowing what else to do, Sam and Tuck decided to leave their squabble there and just focus on getting their friend home.
The ride back to the Fenton Portal was in complete silence for the most part. Sam and Tuck didn't say a word and Danny just sat slumped between them. Occasionally their friend would mutter something they didn't understand in ghost speak. He'd go on some tirade in the dead language and occasionally slipped some English words in.
"!~=~XgsgfdX~*-_=ljkl=~~XX/Xkljhg/X*ljg*,lkgj~_*jhg*kgdhdj*((*hfdsjkhjy**!~X~ an da show ran fer five months! *((jhghj!`~~XX(*.g*))+"
Then he slipped back into a dead eyed zombie stare as his head rolled back onto his shoulder.
Danny's still body gave Sam the creeps. He looked like he was sleeping with his eyes open. She had to keep looking at the subtle rise and fall of his chest to be sure he wasn't a corpse.
"Hey, Danny." Sam cooed. "You wanna maybe try and sleep it off?" She reached over to his face to close his eyes for him so she didn't have to keep seeing her friend like this, but his eye lids would just rise up open again. After a few attempts Sam gave up.
"No? You wanna just sit there like that, being the stuff of nightmares?" She asked not expecting an answer.
The trip back to Fentonworks was only about 15 minutes but felt like eternity. They parked the Specter speeder back where it was supposed to be so as not to draw suspicion from the Drs Fenton.
"Hey, Danny, we're home." Sam whispered as she tried to pull his limp body out of the speeder.
"I can bury za nasty burgers in zuh garden... Zen it'll grow into a nesty burger tree and I can eat za burgers alla time..."
'Well at least he's speaking English now.' Sam thought to herself. Danny was like a rag doll in her arms but at least he wasn't heavy. Actually, he felt TOO light.
He started giggling to himself again. "M'head's all ... fffffffloaty... Em I floating?"
"Actually, I think you might be." Sam let go of her friend and took a step back. Instead of falling to the floor he remained in the air just how she was carrying him.
"Huh..." Was all Tucker could think to say at the sight of his levitating friend. Today was just one of those days.
"Hello? Kids?" Mrs. Fenton's voice called out from upstairs.
"Hellooooo!" Danny called back before Sam slapped a hand over his mouth to quiet him. Panic shot through Sam and Tuck like a bolt of lightning. They couldn't let Danny's parent's see him like this! They positioned their friend so that his feet were on the floor and it looked like he was standing. In a hushed tone Sam told her friend, "Why don't we stay grounded for a little while, huh?"
"But I finished ma chores zis week! Why do I hafta be grounded?" Danny loudly whined before Sam quieted him again.
"THERE YOU ARE!" Jack Fenton's voice boomed as he made his way downstairs with Maddie right behind him.
"Hey Danno! Check out your mother and I's newest invention! The ghost grater! How's about a quick tutorial?"
Danny slurred in gibberish. "JJJjUhhH~MmmMM~FFFffNnYyyEE~gEhnnNNn..."
"That's what I thought you'd say!" His father replied, far too into his invention to pay much mind to his son.
Jack went on for nearly ten minutes, while Sam and Tucker propped Danny up between the two of them. His knees buckled and he almost collapsed twice. He began to float off the floor three times, all the while Sam and Tuck held on to his waist and shoulders trying to keep him still. Not once did his parents notice, too excited over their new device. When the gadget sparked in the ghost hunters hands and caught fire, they took that as their opportunity to leave.
"Well we have so much homework to do, why don't we just leave you to your work!" Tucker said in a rush as he and Sam were about to drag their friend upstairs.
Suddenly Danny jerked himself free and stumbled drunkenly towards his mom. He wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned into her side while she was talking to Jack about working the bugs out of their new machine.
" ~I luv you, mum. Is suh good ya din es-plode at da Nasty burger~"
"Aw, Love you too, sweetie." She responded without missing a beat. She gave her son a quick kiss on the top of his head and patted his hair without ever taking her eyes off the invention in front of her.
Sam and Tuck grabbed their friend by both arms and rushed him up the stairs. It wasn't hard, considering he was levitating again.
When they got him up to his room, they practically tossed him onto the bed and locked the door behind them. Danny let out a little bit of muffled gibberish into his pillow and turned over, about to say something when suddenly his eyes rolled back into his head and he was out like a light.
"Next time, Ibuprofen." Sam muttered.