Danny Phantom
Road to Ghost Hell (Also Known As "Danny Phantom's Totally Awesome and Yet Strangely Queer Crossover Special")
Chapter 2: A New Adventure
A/N: For those of you who are planning to watch the 10 year special of 'The Powerpuff Girls', do not get your hopes up. I saw it online, and although the graphics were slick and the storyline was great, I personally felt it was rushed and it didn't really capture the essance of a real milestone special. But again, that's just my opinion. Despite what I said last chapter, it really wasn't that bad. It just takes a little time to appreciate the hard work the PPG crew put into this special. But still, once you see it, I'm 99.9% positive that you'll think to yourself 'What the f-They take this show off the air for 2 1/2 years and this is the best they could come up with in 22 minutes?'
A/N: And yes, it was kind of obvious that I was crossing over with Family Guy since early prologue. But, now it's time to see just how far I can take this baby! Keep R&R'ing!
And Most Importantly, Enjoy!
TV-PG-DLV (This story is rated for some excessive violence, and a bit of inappropriate profanity)
1 Week Before The Disasteroid... (A/N: The following scene takes place exactly one week before the events of 'Phantom Planet' and seven weeks before the actual story begins. I was originally going to put this part at the beginning, but...that never happened. So...here you go)
Somewhere in Wisconsin
Vlad Masters's Mansion. It is known to be the biggest mansion in Wisconsin, and one of the biggest in all of the world. Though he cheated his way to many fortunes & billions of dollars in business, one of the few things he didn't cheat to get was cheap classical entertainment.
Arriving at the front door of his mansion arrived Quahog's very own New Pack Rat, consisting of Rhode Island favorites, Brian Griffin, a talking dog with the intelligence of a genius human, Stewie Griffin, a 1-year old baby who also has the intelligence of a genius, but the common sense of a cockroach, bent on matricide, and Frank Sinatra Jr. classical musician legend.
"God, why the hell did I agree to this?" Stewie mumbled angrily, knocking on the big door of the mansion.
"Steiwe, you know as well as we do that Vlad Masters is the only sponser to the Quahog Cabana Club." Brian told the baby, also in a bit of upset rage. "Even though I'm crazy about the idea of performing for him every single week either, if we wanna keep the club open, it's our sworn duty."
Suddenly the big doors opened, revealing Vlad with a smile on his face, happy to see that his weekly variety had arrived. "Ah, the Rat Pack. Come in, Come in. I was beginning to worry." Vlad led them into his study room, where there were microphones set up for them, as Vlad set himself up and his pet cat, Maddie, to listen to them perform.
Every week, Vlad would invite the Rat Pack from Rhode Island to have them perform for him to see if they were worthy of keeping the Cabana Club. Since Vlad Masters was their only sponser at the time, the fate of the club all depended on his review. If he were to somehow...oh I don't know, die of an asteroid crash or left Wisconsin for some reason, then his sponsership would be dropped.
The only problem with this scenario was...he only requested one song each week, and 90% of the time it was the same song over and over and over: When we Swing. (An obvious reference to the Family Guy episode 'Brian Sings & Swings)
Since Vlad already had a recording of their band playing to this song, they never had to worry about bring their band along with them. The tune that played on that player was an upbeat jazz/classical tune, slightly faster than normal, to which Stewie & Frank began dancing to since they had the first lines.
Frank: How I love a girl who's flawless
Stewie: Even better when she's bra-less.
Both: But the thing that topes it all is when we swing.
Vlad may have been stubborn, but he sured enjoyed it when they sang that song. It reminded him of his love for Maddie Fenton and it was the closet thing he had to knowing what a real relationship was about.
Frank: How I love a glass of Jack
Stewie: Or anything with Robert Stack.
Both: But the gals we romance, can't stay out of our pants
When we Swing!
At that moment in the song, Brian had come into the picture and climbed onto Mayor Master's desk to enlighten the mood.
Brian: Yesterday had got me feelin' kind of blue...
Stewie: So you left and we replaced you with a Jew...
Just then, Jerry Lewis popped out of nowhere.
Jerry: Lady!
Stewie: You're fired!
Jerry: Oy!
Frank: We love it when the ladies squeeze us
Brian: That's an easy way to please us.
All Three: But we feel like freakin' Jesus
When we swing.
By this time, Brian and Stewie had thrown their microphones into the air, and in different directions, so while the music was playing towards their next lines, they each ran under than microphones and caught them and slid across the floors for dramatic effect.
Brian:I love the work of Alan Funt!
Stewie: Or a nicely shaven leg.
All Three: But nothing compares to the feeling that we get...!
No nothing compares
To the feeling we get
When we Swing...!
The song ended abrutly, and Mr. Masters applauded them with a slow, dramatic clap (god knows why, and not the sexually-diseased one) "Bravo, gentlemen. Bravo." He said as he clapped. "Your best performance yet."
"Um, thanks?" Frank replied with a hint of uncertainty in his voice. Well, why wouldn't he? They've played that same song for him every week for the past 5 weeks.
After they had finished performing, Frank went up to Vlad, who was about to drink a shot of scotch.
"Um, Mr. Masters, sir," He said, as Vlad was about to drink. "I, uh, hope I'm not crossing the line by asking this, but-"
"Oh no, not at all. Go ahead. Ask away."
"OK then. Uh...why do you make us sing you the same song almost every single week?"
"Excuse me?"
"Not that I have a problem with that song. It's just...I'm perplexed as to why you particularly love that one out of all the songs we perform."
"Well, Mr. Sinatra, you really must understand, it's not entirely up to you what songs you perform for me. Besides," Vlad's face fell. "I haven't had a relationship in my forty-two years of existances so that song is the closest thing I'll ever have."
"Wow, that's pretty sad."
"Quite. Now, how would you gentlemen like to join me for some wine?"
"Sure."
"OK."
"What the hell? I'm in."
So Vlad led them into his dining room and had one of his butlers (yes, he has a butler) prepare them some wine, as they proposed a toast to another week of business.
"So gentlemen, I must say I am curious: If there was one song performer out there in the world who you despised so much, who would it be?" Vlad asked them all.
"Michael Jackson." Brian immediately replied. "Especially after his court trial on the child molestation charges and all those surgeries he did on his nose."
"Oh definitely." Frank agreed. "Especially when he does his self-groin treatment on stage in front of thousands of people, some of the adolescents. What about you, Stewie? Who do you hate the most?"
"Tommy Tutone."
"Tommy Tutone!?"
"Yes, he is insufferable. Especially after that song of his '867-5309'." He pulled out a telephone and dialed up those numbers. "8-6-7-5-3-0-9. Look, nothing happened. See? And yet he distinctively--"
"Thank you." A voice on the other side of the line said. "You have just taken the first step into becoming one of us!"
"Brian, please tell me that was you."
"You have chosen to leave behind the old American Way and exact your revenge on those who have put in their efforts to keep the sickening country called America a safe place to live. You have chosen to leave America and become a member of the exclusive Al-Qeada terrorist group located between the boarders of Pakistan and Afganistan, and led by #1 most wanted terrorist in America, Osama bin Laden. If you would like to speak to a representative of the Al-Qeada terrorist group, please press one now!"
As Stewie held the phone, his jaw dropped to the table. The phone was on speaker, so Frank, Vlad, and Brian also heard the entire thing, causing their jaws to drop as well.
"If you would like to speak to Osama bin Laden himself, please press two, now!"
After a moment of complete silence, Stewie then hung up the phone quickly. Then they spent the next few moments exchanging confused glances at each other, trying to figure out what the hell just happened.
"You do not. Speak of this. To Anyone!" Stewie roared, grinding his teeth together, as the four agreed solemnly to never mention what had just happened to anyone ever again. Later, Frank, Brian, and Stewie took their weekly payment checks and left Vlad's mansion to make their way back to Rhode Island.
Amity Park, Present Day...
The Fentons were just about to set out on their newest adventures: finalizing the adoption papers for Danielle. In order to do this, though, they had to go to a place called Quahog, Rhode Island. They weren't sure how long they'd be gone. But they knew that in the end, it would all be worth it for Danielle. Danny was saying this last goodbyes to his friend, Tucker, and his girlfriend, Sam.
"This sucks! I can't believe you'll be gone for 2 whole weeks." Sam said as Danny was about to get into the Fenton RV.
"Yeah, well maybe this'll be good for all of us, Sam. I mean, we spend all our time here in Amity Park, even on vacations, and Danielle's a nervous wreck as it is. There's no way she's in any shape to fight any ghosts. Besides, if we wanna keep her off the streets, we kind of have to do this."
"Oh Danny. It seems like yesterday we were finally starting to get our relationship on the road, and now we won't be seeing each other for a whole fortnight!"
"It'll be alright, Sam. Look, we've got our cell phones, we can text message each other everyday, OK? It'll be just like I'm still here, only with no kissing." He made Sam chuckled, and then gave her a kiss before setting out. "Now remmeber, you watch Tucker's House. Tucker," He turned to his other friend. "You watch my house in case anyone tries to break in. And Carrot Top," He turned to Carrot Top, who, for some unknown reason, was standing there. "You watch Tucker to make sure he doesn't rent any dirty movies after 10 pm while we're gone. OK?"
"Sure thing, Danny-boy!" Carrot Top said in an extremely overly-happy tone. "But I have a life too, you know. You know with my comedy routine, and all that. So when I'm not here, I'll have a friend of mine watch him." He took out a saw, one used for cutting, but this one had glasses on it. "See? He's got hawk eyes, and can build a treehouse. I call him my 'see-saw'."
A couple of seconds of silence passed. Neither Tucker nor Sam found Carrot Top's 'See-saw' joke funny. But Danny was a different story.
He began laughing hysterically and kept it going for a full 30 seconds. "You are so f*cking funny! Oh, you are so...Goddamn you for being so funny! Oh! Ha, oh my god. See-saw!? See-sa-that is so funny, dude. You are just hillarious!" Danny started making his way towards the Fenton RV. "Oh god bless you for your talent! Ah boy...ok, see you guys in two weeks. And remember Sam, if I catch you in my house making-out with another guy, I'll kill you both." (A/N: The Carrot Top bit was a reference to the Family Guy episode 'Petergist', and Danny's last line was a reference to 'Brian Sings and Swings'.)
Hours later...the Fentons were well on the road to Rhode Island. They had already been on the road for 2 1/2 hours, and had stopped already for two bathroom breaks and a lunch break.
Now that all of that was taken care of, they were determined to get to Rhode Island before sundown so they could settle in and get their objective completed.
All the while, though, Danielle was having that same nightmare over and over. Even well into the trip, she could barely sleep a wink without being haunted by that dream...
(Cue Dream Sequence)
Danielle was once again floating in emptyness. Pitch black nothingness. Nothing with her but the clothes on her back, her ghost powers, and her dignity. She tried to turn around and float away, but once again she met up with that big floating head. The head of the boy that was hurt that fateful night.
"Why...!" The boy moaned, his voice echoing into Danielle's fragile eardrums. "Why did you let me fall!?"
"It wasn't my fault! I was trying to save you! I-"
"Why did you let me fall!? Why did you let me fall?" He continued to ask the same question over and over again, and it was driving Danielle insane. She tried to fly in all directions, but every time, she met up with the boy, and he continued to moan that burning question. Finally, she let out a loud scream, and woke up.
(End Dream Sequence)
"AHHHH...!!" Danielle screamed as she sat up. Earlier during the carride, she fell asleep and was lying on a pillow bunched up against Danny's knee. But it was only for about an hour before her nightmare came back. Now, she was living in more fear than ever. Sweating puddles, heart racing, blood pressure through the roof: she was living on sleep deprivation, drawing on reserves of energy she never knew she had, being stuck in ghost form and unable to change back to her true human form.
"Danielle, are you alright?" Danny asked as Danielle was gasping for air.
"Look at me, Danny. I'm a nervous wreck, and it's all because of the stupid nightmare! Do I look like I'm alright?"
"Sorry. Standard question."
This was going to be one hell of an adventure. But they had no idea just how bizzare things could and would get where they were going.
End of Chapter 2!
Well, that concludes this chapter. It contains nearly 3,000 words, but it seems so short. Well, it's because I'm saving the big stuff for later. But because I'm such a nice guy, I'm giving you a sneak peek of my next chapter, which should be done soon enough!
Next Time:
Danielle turned on the shower and let the hot water soak her skin. Danny had told her that showering under hot water when under a lot of stress would ease up your muscles. So she took his advice.
Unfortunately, her shower was short lived when one of their new neighbors popped their weasely little heads through the window of the bathroom, and spied on Danielle.
"Welcome to the neighborhood, gorgeous." The perverted man said to her. "I'm not sure which cheek to pinch, so I'll leave the choice to you!" This little harassment caused Danielle to scream.
That's next time!
Expected Update: December 21st, exactly 14 days from today.