Okay, I got a lot of reviews to reply to, so let's just jump into that so you can get to the fic, okayies?
Faith's Melody - Well, what can I say? I have major self-esteem issues. But I'm glad you guys liked Props! WHOO! And here's the update you asked for!
Straying Life - Who could forget a bud like you? You and Cheetah got me into fanfic-writing in the first place, so I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you!
Uh...yeah...goof-up on my part...sorry. At the moment I was thinking 'well, Brad's hunting the people who aren't ghosts, so since Wayne's supposed to be a ghost-girl, maybe he should ignore her'...Hey! I made a blooper! Cool! Is this cool? And about the cat thing? That'll come back to haunt Vlad sooner or later, don't worry about it...(muahaha...)
GodSpongeAddict - News Flash is coming, don't worry. AH! SPONGE! -openly mutilates the sponge- Sorry, but me and some of my fellow fangirls openly dislike Spongebob for stealing the blimp at KCA'05 from FOP and taking our Friday Night slots! Nothing against you or your obsession, that's just us sticking up for the DP crew.
I Break For Ghosts - Yeah, your pen name pwns, and whoever you called an asshole, they lack a sense of humor, which is a sign of evil! Or an adult, which is just as bad! Yeah, I rock, don't I? Not to be bragging, this is just a self-esteem routine. I'll keep writing if you keep reading!
Bubblegurl77 - Well, I just slipped the Pats in there since (as many of you know) I don't like Danny, and the Patriots are the only team to have stopped Big Ben and the Pittsburgh Steelers. Hey, they're MY state team!
Different Realities - Well, not exactly. Close, but no. Actually, I was watching Whose Line one night (Whose Line and DP aren't on at the same times around here), but I was writing one of my fanfictions at the moment. Then I started imagining DP peeps playing some of the games, which eventually led to this. Pretty much all of my crossover fics work like that, and I have a few that aren't on fanfiction yet. But no matter how I thought of it, it's still enjoyable right?
MeraNova - Well, he may be an arrogant ass who hides behind his money, but he's an ass with a phone and transportation! And pancakes! (Sorry, couldn't resist the quote...) That may be true, but that and his lack of a cat and/or on-line girlfriend is why we love him.
Dannyphantomsgf and DarkDannysgf - Writer's jam, writer's block...if it keeps you from writing, I say donate some money to the scientists and find the cure! I'm glad you like it! Seriously, when I posted part 1, I thought no one was going to like it! I'm like that - I always hold my breath when I read new reviews because I'm scared to death of flames, but I haven't done that in a while, so I guess that means I'm finally comfortable with my own abilities! And of course you can be in the audience! -poofs up an empty seat next to me in thefirst row of the section right in front of the stage- Ta-dah! Wow, 'protecter of those I'm a fangirl of' really IS a mouthful...Anyway, don't worry, no matter how much the idea excites me, I couldn't kill Danny. I have befriended too many girls with crushes on him to do that...Hey, HAPPYuh...SLIGHTLY-BELATEDBIRTHDAY! -whistles and a bunch of guys bring out a chocolate-with-vanilla-icing cake that has little figures of Danny and Dan on it and says Happy Birthday! in lime-green frosting letters and the DP symbols in all of the corners- For she's a jolly old fangirl! For she's a jolly old fangirl! For she's a jolly old fangirl! Which nobody can deny! There is no age-limit on insanity and fangirlism! (I strongly support and push the idea, since my mom thinks I'm too old for cartoons...too old for cartoons? Me? Please, I'm only 13...)
Dreamer for lyf - Well, they don't get paid. That's the thing. They're hypnotized garbage-men and homeless dudes. And yeah, pop'll do that to ya...once at lunch, my friend Justin spent almost the entire lunch period trying to make Pepsi fly out my nose...
Just Plain Insane - So many cheeseheads, not enough cheese...hm...wait, not enough cheese! WHAT AM I SAYING! DANNY IS TRYING TO CONTROL MY BRAIN! AAHHH! Oh, and before I forget...-clears throat- BOO-YAH, HALLIE! STEELERS KICKED PACKER ASS 20-10! YEAH! WHATCHA GONNA DO ABOUT IT! Okay, I'm better now. Just had to get that out of my system...
And as usual, a big DP HOLLA to My Eternal Facade,darklittlegirl13, midnightgoth9, WhiteTiger3944, digidestened7, A Fading Shadow, KatrinaKaiba, cheetahs-sperit, Purple Ghost Sausage and Denny! Seriously, I love you guys! So, kick back, relax, and PAR-TAY with the whose line/DP crossover-ness! WHOO!
Actually, before you do that...(audience: NO!) Ah, deal with it, ya whiners! I just needed to ask for some ideas! Phan-brain-storming, okay? I have a sick-nasty fic idea (in my school, sick-nasty means awesomeness), but I don't have a title. Not to divulge too much information, but it has to do with Danny getting kidnapped by fangirls, and Tucker has to figure out how to either rescue him or comply with the fangirl list of demands! If ANYONE has ANY ideas for titles, I BEG OF YOU! SEND THEM IN!
And now, our feature presentation...
The camera came back to the audience and the improvers, all except for Danny, who for some unbeknownst reason, was not there.
"Welcome back to Whose Line is it Anyway!" Drew announced to the camera. "Uh, before we start the next game, I'm gonna take the 10,000 points I gave to Ryan and give them to Danny to help pay for the medical bills."
"Hey, those are MY points!" Ryan complained.
"Give them to a worthier cause, dude." Tucker said.
"Man, Vlad did a number on the poor kid." Drew said.
"Hey - you mess with the Packers, you mess with the cheeseheads!" Vlad said proudly.
"WORD TO THAT!" One of the fangirls in the audience yelled.
"So, uh, since Danny is still out in the ambulance..." Drew started.
"Wait, why was there an ambulance on-hand backstage anyway?" Colin interuppted.
"Just in case those two decided to go at it." Sam replied.
"So, because Danny isn't here, we're just going to avoid the games he's supposed to play and go straight to World's Worst, with Wayne, Brad, Colin, and Ryan." The four improvers took their places on-stage. "In this game, these 4 are going to stand on the world's worst step, and they're going to take turns making up..." Drew looked at his card and laughed. "The world's worst people to leave in charge during a full-scale ghost-invasion."
Ryan stepped forward. "Not now, the Packers game is on!" he scolded to the camera, pretending to eat popcorn.
Drew buzzed and Colin stepped out in his place. "All in favor of allowing the completely competent Jack Fenton in charge during a full-scale ghost-invasion, say Aye!"
Colin stepped out and Wayne took his place after a second of contemplating on ideas. "Uh, like, okay, where's the ghost-boy? I want Danny Phantom here to save me!" he said in his very believeable Paulina voice.
He stepped out, but quickly stepped back in with another idea, this time speaking with almost immeasureable speed. "Uh, okay, I'll protect the city and all that, but..." He looked out back where the ambulance was treating Danny. "Oh my God, Danny-kins! Don't worry, Danny-boo, the sugar caverlry is coming!" He stepped out and the fangirls making up the audience laughed for a good amount of time before they realized they were officially on the 'worst people to leave in charge during a ghost-invasion list'.
((Again - not a Danny fangirl, did not mean to offend anyone who is.))
Then Brad stepped out. "Ghost-invasion?" He said in an old person's voice. "I remember my first ghost-invasion, back in 19, 19, seventy-twelve...It was a cold--" Drew buzzed him out before he could get any further.
Brad stepped back and Colin bravely stepped forward. "Okay, but first I want someone to help me shave my back." he said, pretending to show a disgusting amount of back hair, similar to our 'favorite' English/Biology/Astronomy teacher.
Colin stepped back, but quickly stepped back in with a new idea. "I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready!"
Drew buzzed him out, and continued buzzing to signal the end of the game.
"You know, I'd love to give you guys points, but since we couldn't find anyone to leave in charge during the full-scale ghost-invasion, the ghosts stole them." The improvers/actors 'awwwed'. "A tragic, tragic loss indeed."
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"Now let's move on to a game called Multiple Personalities!" Drew announced. "With Sam, Tucker and Brad." The 3 actors/actress got up and grabbed 3 props - Brad had a knife, Tucker had a football, and Sam had a flashlight. "In this game, these 3 guys all have some kind of prop, and each prop represents a different person, and whoever's holding that object has to act like that person. The knife is Skulker..." Brad rolled his eyes with an 'of course' kind of expression. "The football is Vlad during a victorious Packers game..." Ryan threw his fist up in the air to celebrate the fact that he FINALLY wasn't Vlad in a scene. "And the flashlight is a fangirl extremely aggravated because she's missing Danny Phantom."
"Typical, I start with that character." Sam scoffed.
"So, the scene is Brad is a travel guide helping lost explorers Sam and Tucker through the woods."
"What is with all of these damn trees?" Brad said, angrily chopping down the imaginary trees.
"Skulker, keep your mouth shut, the Packers are winning, and this is your realm anyway." Tucker said, pouring imaginary food down his throat.
"How can you be watching football at a time like this! The Ultimate Enemy is coming on in 10 minutes, and I'm not in front of a huge TV set!" Sam said jumpily. "Here, give me that!" She swiped the knife off of Brad and handed him the flashlight.
"Holy ghostaphobia, Skulker, calm down!" Brad said in a girlish voice.
"You be quiet, obsessive human female!" Sam scolded, putting on a fair impression of Skulker.
"Both of you be quiet!" Tucker yelled.
"Oh, give me that thing!" Brad yelled back, trading objects with Tucker.
"Vlad, stop being such a cutie-hating bad guy!" Tucker snapped, now taking his turn to insult the fangirl nation.
"Not now - wait till half-time." Brad said distractedly.
"You know what? That's it, I'm done with you two!" Sam threw Tucker the knife. "Later!"
"Uh..." Tucker was confused. "Stop before I unleash my technological and sugary rage!" He threw Brad the remaining two items.
"But...But..." Brad had NO idea how to wrap together fangirlism, Skulkerism, and cheeseheadism, so Drew just buzzed the game out.
"Brad, I can just imagine what that ending had to be like." Drew said.
"Trying to put those three things together isn't pretty." Brad replied.
"Well, 500 points to you, dude." Then, much to the fangirl's delight, Danny returned to the stage with one of his arms in a sling and a number of scrapes and bruises on his face.
"Welcome back, Daniel! How are you feeling?" Vlad said with a very smug smile.
"I'm feeling fine, Vlad. And, to show there are no hard feelings, I got you a present!" Danny said with the fakest attitude you could ever find from a highly-paid actor.
"Really?" Vlad asked, his smile slipping into a look of confusion.
Danny nodded. "Yep." Then he pulled a wet, angry cat out of nowhere and dropped it on Vlad's lap, cuing it to begin attacking Vlad. It bit and scratched and chased him out into the parking lot, where the ambulance was still on-hand. "I got you a cat!" Danny called after, laughing and very proud of himself as he sat back down in his seat.
Who doesn't love a good cat crack, huh? Anyway, there's your update, keep reviewing, PLEASE send in some ideas for the title of my newest fanfiction, PEACE!
§-Tucker's Mayflower, going ghost!- §