Okay, before we start, I have to do this! -pulls down on a really big lever and jumbo pixie stixs rain down on the readers- VIVA LA SUGAR-RUSH! MUAHAHAHHAA!

On a more serious note, I'm not going to comment on all of you, but I DO appreciate you! Here! -pulls out a REALLY big box of ButterScotch Caramel Apple Doodles- If you feel under-appreciated, please take a cookie! But now I must comment on the people I want to say something to...

digidestened7 - Uh...Sorry, but I don't really know who Edward Elric is...He's the Phantom of the Opera dude, though, isn't he? Your threat isn't that frightening...It's better to use these! -pulls out a cardboard box filled with rabid sporks- These are much more evil!

Dreamer for lyf - Oh, to be on the Whose Line cast is a dream of mine! (Anyone could do that, all you gotta do is pull suggestions out of a hat...) Unfortunatly, I royally suck when it comes to making up songs off the top of my head. But my life will be complete when I can screw up Colin and Ryan on Sound Effects...

Yami Kiku and Hikari Kaiume - Why poor Danny? I didn't torture him too much here...I'd like to (unlike most fangirls, I don't like Danny as much), but alas - I cannot unfairly, for that would result in the members of the 'I 3 Danny' fanclub to attack me with rabid sporks.

WhiteTiger3944 - Whoo! Go Pittsburgh! Well, technically I live in Industry, but still I'm close!

Dannyphantomsgf and Noasgf - You're a brave one. I salute you! -tosses her a box of assorted cookies- But if you're protecting Danny from bodily harm, then I am one of the ones you must protect against. I don't hurt him out of fangirl-ism, but out of dislike. -waves at the angry fangirls who are now glaring at me- I can't help it that I'm a Tucker fangirl and always support the bad-guys! I 3 My Tucka-boo! -cuddles a Tucker doll until it breaks-

Just Plain Insane - Sorry to hear about your grandma. Hey, maybe her ghost will come and haunt your house! -hands her a box of assorted cookies- For one of my favoritest sisters in the world, I saved you a box of cookies!

And now, back to the randomness that is DP MEETS WHOSE LINE!

"Let's go on to a game called Questions Only!" Drew announced. "This is for Wayne, Colin, Brad, Ryan, and special guests Vlad, Danny, Sam, and Tucker!"

(Author's note to Serina Kat - So you wish it, so it shall be!)

Everyone in the audience clapped as our heroes (and villan) took their places on the stage with the Whose Line crew. Well,everyone applauded except for the girl who burst into flame in the last part. She can't clap anymore. The teams were set as Danny, Tucker, Sam, and Brad on the left side of the acting area, and Vlad, Colin, Wayne, and Ryan on the right.

"In this game, these guys are going to take turns acting out a scene, but they have to use questions. They have to speak in the form of a question, just like Jeopardy." The audience and improvers gave a slight chuckle at the mention of the game-show. "If they mess up, I buzz them out and the next person takes their place. The scene is 'Spending the day in the ghost-zone', so Danny and Vlad start whenever you're ready." Danny and Vlad stepped out, Vlad pretending to break some kind of lock, and Danny annoyingly looking over his shoulder.

"Who made this lock, anyway?" Vlad muttered.

"Whatcha doing, Vlad?" Danny asked.

"What do you want, Danny?" Vlad snapped.

"Didn't I ask you first?"

Vlad shrugged. "Did you?"

"I...uh...maybe?" Danny tried, but Drew buzzed him and Brad took his place.

"Whatcha doing, Vlad?" he asked for lack of a better question.

"Did you know you're the second person to ask me that today?"

"Can you direct me to Walker's Penitentary?" Brad asked, pretending to hold up a map. Vlad, for lack of a response, just angrily walked off. Drew buzzed and Wayne took his place.

"Do you know the way to San Jose?" Wayne asked, looking at Brad's 'map'.

"Uh...that way?" Brad said, walking off as Drew buzzed him and Sam took his place.

"Where the hell am I?" Sam asked angrily.

"Do you know the way to San Jose?" Wayne asked. Hey - it was working.

"What do I look like, a road map!"

"I...uh...maybe?" Wayne said, walking off. Drew buzzed and Colin took his place.

"Do you beware my power?" Colin asked with his ever-so-enjoyable Box Ghost impression.

"Do you know where the hell this is?" Sam asked.

"Do you know that I AM THE BOX GHOST!"

"Um...no." Sam said, taking her defeat. Drew buzzed and Tucker took her stop.

"Psst, can you pass it on?" Tucker asked randomly in hopes of confusing Colin.

"Uh...beware my power?" Colin said hopefully, but Drew buzzed him and Ryan took his spot.

"Did you know he's gonna catch 'em all because he's Danny Phantom?" Ryan came out singing.

"What the hell?" Tucker asked.

"Do you think I stand a chance on American Idol?" Ryan asked. Tucker just shrugged and Drew buzzed the game out.

"Uh...500 points to everyone. It's not like they matter or anything."

"What, the points don't matter?" Tucker joked. Vlad, however, was unaware of the fakey-point gag.

"Huh? If the points don't matter then why are we here!" he asked very lost.

"We're having fun, obeying our contracts, and earning raises." Sam answered the confused businessman.

"Hey, if you guys want to pull up stools or something, you don't have to keep going back and forth between here and backstage." Drew offered, and the Danny Phantom characters grabbed the stools and took seats in between the improvers.

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"Let's go on to a game called Infomercial, with Colin and Ryan." Drew said as the 2 actors grabbed a box and a podium and set up the game. "For this game I need something that could be cured by some kind of miracle product."

The audience made up many diseases such as "Plasma Pox", "Ecto-cold", "Danny Phantom Obsession Syndrome" (everyone hissed at the idea of a cure for that wonderful disease), "Danny Deprivation Syndrome", and...

"Ecto-acne!" Drew finally chose. "Okay, so in this game, these two guys are gonna try and sell a miracle product for ecto-acne, like on a
cheesy informercial. So, whenever you're ready guys, start the game."

Ryan pounded his hand on the podium. "Hey, Danny Phantom's not going to be on today, so you girls gotta shop, shop, shop! My name's Frank!"

"And I'm Phil!" Colin rang in.

"Hey, how many of you have woken up, looked in the mirror, and saw your face covered in ecto-acne?" Vlad could be seen raising his hand in the background.

"You know, all of the ghosts on Danny Phantom have had it at least once." Colin said.

"That's right! Even teen super-stars like Danny and Ember get it!" Ryan said, pounding the podium again.

"But if you watch the show, you'd never know! Our product is that good!" Ryan began juggling three balls he pulled out of the prop box. "Hey Frank, what's that for?"

"Juggling takes a lot of focus, so it's very distracting. It's in our kit because it will help you forget about your ecto-acne until it goes away." He dropped the 3 balls off to the side, and pulled out a bucket of greenish-goo. "Now what could this be for?"

"It's a face-mask!" Colin jumped in, pouring the contents of the bucket onto Ryan's head. "It cleanses the pores and you can tell your friends you went to Nickelodeon Studios." Ryan pulled a pillow out of the box.

"And you can use this to vent on the person who applied the face-mask." he said, smacking Colin with the pillow before tossing it and the bucket aside. Then Colin pulled out a blonde toupee and put it on.

"I was looking for this." Colin said in response to the odd look Ryan gave him.

Ryan pulled out a phone. "Call now! 555-6776!"

"And if none of our crap works..." Colin said, picking up the box and putting it over his head. "You can just use the box it all came in like this!" Drew buzzed, representing the end of the game, and Colin and Ryan tossed all of the stuff offstage.

"Hey, we're gonna go to commercial, don't go away!"