Chapter Eight: Ghostly Law Part One.
That…PUNK…escaped his prison. NO ONE escapes his prison… NO ONE. No one… 'That's not true,' rang a voice in his head. 'SHE escaped.' Yes. She did. But he GOT HER BACK! Glowing green eyes in a skull like-face looked over a list of names, stopping on two that were paired together. "Danny Phantom, punk, you and your friends will be ours." Walker promised, getting up and knocking the book away.
'Yes. You got her back,' the voice continued, 'but at a great cost. How many of your men were sent to oblivion that day?' "That PUNK doesn't have that kind of power. Not yet anyways. So we'll get him before he can get us. And his punk friends too. My scouts are working the dimensions. They'll find him. And then Sheloth will have a cell mate."
Walker's gaze turned into a fierce glare at his own words. Would he do that to any ghost? EVEN the punk? He'd have to see. He'd have to see.
"Walker! In section B-9, lower Level, one of your scouts found the location of the Ghost Boy!" Bullet's voice came in over the intercom.
"Hmm…that's a much different section then where we last found him…aw, doesn't matter. Call off the search and prepare the troops! We've got a prisoner to reclaim!"
"This is like jail!" complained a certain Danny Phantom, at the moment Danny Fenton, as he waited in line for a movie. It didn't occur to him that he could easily get past the lines as Danny Phantom, due to the fact that usually when he was Phantom police showed up and started shooting. But then he had to remind himself that this wasn't Amity Park. But he waited anyways.
Meanwhile… "YWOUCH!" yelled Peter as Kim applied the aloe to his wounds.
"Oh quit it you big baby…" Kim muttered.
"I still don't know how you came out of that without a scratch, Mary."
"For the last time, I AM NOT A MARY SUE! I am, however, the girl who's right next to a very painful area on your body and can do THIS," she proceded to poke and prod the two burn areas, causing Peter to cry out again, "a lot. Now then, suck it up and take this like a man you spider."
"What? No insect joke?"
"Spiders aren't insects. You know that."
"Yeah, but you didn't!"
"What…wait, yes I did!"
"Did not!"
Kim glared at Peter, then reached behind herself, grabbed something, and flung it at him.
"HEY! That could have hurt…" Peter complained, as he dodged out of the way of the thrown band-aids.
"Could have." Kim replied with a smirk.
June, Jake, and Ben were busy playing Super Smash Bros. Deathmatch, with June playing as Samus, Ben playing as Master Chief, and Jake playing as Sora. Incase you're wondering, the Big N, Sony and Hellsoft, er, Microsoft, banded together to make this particular gamming system and thusly games. Twas a good day to be a gamer.
"Come on…come on…Final Form, FINAL FORM!" Jake yelled at the TV, trying to get Sora to change into his Final drive form while the two ten and eleven year olds were busy shooting at each other. Then a Super Missile along with a rocket slammed into his character, blasting what little health he had left. "Awww man…"
Danny tapped his foot impatiently. And tapped. And waited. And tapped. And waited…then he started to hum a little, moving a little as well…then he stopped. "What the heck am I doing?!" he screamed at himself…and promptly got 'shhhhed' at. Why? Dunno.
When Danny got home, after getting Friday the 13th parts 1,2,3,4,6,7,8,9,10, and Freddy VS Jason, plus the entirety of the Scarecrow and Pumpkinhead movies, and settled down in front of the TV, after kicking Ben, June, and Jake off of the console. He'd call them back in when he was finished setting up everything. Danny WAS kind of bummed when he couldn't find any of the Dead Teacher movies. Then Peter showed up.
"Hey Danny, I had an idea…"
"Oh no."
"Explain to me why I agreed to this," Kim asked, blindfolded, and standing on a plank.
For some reason, Peter was dressed up as Captain Jack Sparrow, complete with long hair goatee, mustache, and sword. Only he wore it over his Spider Man costume. Danny was standing on another plank also blindfolded. "This be a test, maties!" Peter said, in a stunning impersonation of Jack Sparrow…if Jack Sparrow was gay and mentally disabled.
Kim rolled her eyes. "You mean all we have to do is walk the plank and we'll be the official leaders? Fine. No sych. It's probably going to lead to a web net or something li-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHH!!!!" Kim yelled as she walked off the plank…and right off the building. Danny, with the blindfold still on, flew down after her catching her before she hit anything.
"IT BE A TEST OF 'WHO SO EVER WALKS OFF THE PLANK IS STUPID!'" Peter yelled down at them. "DANNY WINS ROUND ONE!"
Some time later…
Peter leaned back into his chair, wearing clothes EXACTLY like Simon from American Idol. He even had similar hair. Yet again, however, it was OVER his Spider Man costume. Where he got the hair, no one knew nor did anyone care to ask. "Now we're at this STUPID test of singing completion!"
"…singing completion? What kind of…"
"…oh, I meant competition…stupid cue cards…anyways, you will both be ordered to sing for no reason what so ever. The points stand at Danny 4 and Kim 3."
"I still don't know why we had to drink soy sauce…" Kim muttered. Danny, on the other hand, had red cheeks and was humming to himself for some reason.
"Danny, you're up first!"
Danny opened his mouth…and a ghostly wail was unleashed, blowing Peter backwards into the wall.
"KIM WINS! MEDIC!"
Even later…
"Ladies, gentleman, children, and mystical creatures of all ages, this is the moment you've all been waiting for!" Spiderman, who had somehow gotten himself into an announcers suit, yet again over his Spider Man costume, was standing in the middle of an arena overlooking a large Roman Coliseum styled stadium. He was talking into a microphone that was hanging from the ceiling, allowing his voice to extent to the far reaches of Titans Tower.
Though that hardly seemed needed due to the fact that there were only three spectators in total. And only one of them was really paying attention, at all.
"Whose bright idea was it to give Spiderman a microphone anyways? Ben?!" June asked, a cross and annoyed look filling her gaze as she glared at the ten year old.
"HEY! Not even I have THIS sick of a sense of humor…" Ben yelled in his defense.
"Yo dawgs, where's that Carrot guy?" Jake asked, suspiciously. Only CarrotTop could be this evil…
"Ahem?" The trio looked up to see Spiderman impatiently tapping his foot against the floor.
"Sorry." the trio chorused, rolling their eyes.
"As I was saying," He proceeds to sweep his arm to the non-existent audience, "THIS IS IT! The final test to see whom, between these two opponents, will be the leader of the newest batch of TEEN TITANS! These two contestants have gone through three tests of tactical know how, FIVE different programs of leadership skills, and SEVERAL kinds of physical endurance methods!"
"You mean like when you had them drink twelve bottles of soy sauce to see if the miniscule amount of alcohol would get them drunk?" June asked.
"Uhh…"
"THAT WAS YOUR IDEA?! I'LL CASTRATE YOU WITH A RUSTY SPOON!" Kim roared.
Spidey clutched his nether regions in a sort of protective defensive stance. "…Moving on! This final test will prove once and for all who is best suited for the job! It will test the strength, speed, and skill of these two would be leaders against one another! Truly the event of the century!" Peter yelled. "In this corner, weighing at one hundred and nineteen pounds, the fear of the paranormal, DANNY PHANTOM!!!"
Danny walked towards the middle of the arena, stumbling here and there, a redness still to his cheeks, as he bowed graciously to the three titans applauding him on the way…then fell over. "My first order of business if I become leader will be to give you all, A DENTIAL PLAN!" Danny yelled from the floor, drunkenly.
"HALLELUJAH! These dentures have been killing me for weeks! Next, in this corner, weighing at one hundred and three pounds, nemesis of the most cliché villains around, KIM POSSIBLE!!!"
Kim walks up to the middle of the ring, waving to the three titans in the crowd, and then turning to fix Spiderman with a cold glare.
"You better hope that I don't win this. Cause if I do, soy sauce will be leaking through your ears before I'm done."
Peter quickly left Kim's direct line of sight.
"Y-yes, well, as I was saying... ladies and gentlemen, LLLLLET'S GET READY TO RUMMMBBBBLLLLEEE!!!"
A bell went off and the two contestants approached each other, both giving their respective opponents a cool gaze. Except for Danny, who was still reeling from the soy sauce. Mustn't of had the endurance for the stuff Kim mused.
The tension could be felt throughout the whole room as the two heroes tried to stare the other one down. As well as Danny COULD stare something down…
Then they clasped hands.
Kim/Danny, "One, two, three, four, I DECLARE A THUMB WAR!"
The whole room shuddered as June, Ben and Jake all simultaneously slammed face first into the ground.
"…They CAN'T be serious." June muttered, getting off of the floor.
"That was odd…never spontaneously fell to the ground before…" Ben muttered to himself.
Kim and Danny had already started their war of dominance and had blocked out the rest of the team's comments and were completely engrossed in trying to pin the other. It was actually rather funny to see the two of them become so serious in something that would, in any other situation, seem trivial. Especially with Danny being…well, as drunk as Al Bundy when he buys fruit.
"This was your idea, wasn't it Pete? Pete? Yo dawg, where ya at?" Jake asked, looking around.
He came to see Peter talking into a different mike while sitting at a table, "And Possible comes in with a forward jab, quickly stunning her opponent. But Phantom is quick to recover. Phantom comes forward with an overhead sweep, but Possible ducks under and counters with-"
"Uh, Spidey?" June asked.
"Yes?"
"We think that you've had enough fun with the mic. How about giving it up for a while?"
"NEVER! I have to keep the listeners happy by keeping them up to speed with the match!"
"…You mean you're actually on the radio right now?"
"Yup!"
"…That settles it." June looks over at the other two and they all nod.
"And Phantom comes in at the left! And now a right! And a left again, oh I can barley wa-"
"FOR THE SAKE OF THE PEOPLE!" Ben roared, as XLR8, quickly leapt up and grabbed the mike away from the arachnid, leaving him in confusion.
"What, no! My source of power!" Peter cried, falling to the ground.
Peter quickly got back up, and tried to get the mike back from XLR8 but was stopped by June and Jake who tackled him to the ground.
"MUTINY!" he cried out again.
XLR8 brought the mike up to his mouth, saying, "Sorry folks, but we're experiencing technical difficulties at the moment. And now, a word from our sponsors. "This fight was brought to you by…" looks around and finds a can that Spiderman had been drinking from earlier, "…Booyah Energy Drink! Cyborg approved! Remember kids, if it doesn't say Booyah, then no good it will do ya!" He scratches his head at fine print, "Warning: May cause kidney and/or liver failure. Do not consume the quantity of four cans of "Booyah Energy Drink" in the course of one day, or run the risk of, uh, Hyperactive disorder?"
XLR8 looks around to see the floor riddled with empty cans.
"…This won't end well." the alien speedster said to himself.
And a chair whizzed by his head.
"NYAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Meanwhile, perhaps the only two people in the room that had any ounce of common sense left in them were to engrossed in trying to pin the others thumb to notice the chaos that was quickly erupting around them. Neither even noticed when a giant dustball, which consisted of the three teen forms of June, Jake, in dragon form, and a hyped up Spiderman, rolled by the two battling would be leaders.
Kim and Danny had quickly notched up the volume on their battle for dominance. It was like trying to watch an action packed scene in fast forward. If you looked hard enough, then you might catch a glimpse or two, but for the most part, all you would see was a blur of motion. The thumbs were going around, through, and up and down, blurring, swinging and twisting…
Then, all was still.
Danny looked down at their hands in shock.
Kim looked down at their hands in shock.
"Uh, guys?"
The three teenagers within the dustball and the one outside it looked up at the two.
And they all blinked trying to wrap their minds around what they were seeing.
Kim and Danny's thumbs had contorted themselves into a perfect bowtie.
"… Um, O-kaaaaaaay. I didn't see that coming." June said, wide eyed.
"Uh, what do the rules say about this Pete?" Jake asked.
Peter whips out a thumb wrestling rulebook and turns to page 103 "Hmm, well according to the rulebook something like this shouldn't be possible, and that if I'm reading this, that I should seek out medical attention immediately…"
"I like the sound of that last one!" Kim said.
"… and it also states that in such an occurrence, the match would be classified as a stalemate!"
"So what does this mean dawg?" Jake asked.
"What it means my fire breathing friend," Peter started closing the book, "is that while most teams will have the disadvantage of only having one leader, we will have the privilege two!"
"Two leaders?"
"Yes! Just think of it. One leader to coordinate an attack plan while the other executes a rescue mission! One leader left to brood about arch-nemeses in their room, and another to take us all out for pizza after a long day of video gaming! One leader to avoid like the plague for fear of punishment, and the other for pulling pranks on while they sleep! The Titans X of Jump City would have two able bodied leaders while the badie super villain teams still wouldn't have one!"
"… That's BRILLIANT! They won't see what hit them!" XLR8 laughed.
"Exactly!"
June picks up the mike, saying, "You hear that Jump City? Watch out bad guys, cause we've got two new hero leaders coming your way! So you better pray that the Titans X don't spot you on the attack! We will now return you to your regularly scheduled programming."
Peter grabs the mike from June, "But first, some words from our newly appointed leaders!"
"WE NEED MEDICAL HELP!"
"Well, that's all folks!"
"And if any doctors listening in could drop by the tower latter this afternoon, it would be greatly appreciated." June said, as Danny and Kim tried pulling their hands apart. It would take many long hard hours before Danny would relies that he could turn his thumb intangible. Yet again, he was rather drunk at the time.
Notes: Tetsukon over on Deviantart was a major help with this, and if you wish to read the original final bit with thumb wars, just check out his comments on Chapter Three.
Thank ye all and good night!