Delphigirl689: Hello, everyone! I'm back with an update!
Tak: Took ya long enough. Why don't you just be more professional and set up deadlines for yourself?
Delphigirl689: Imagination doesn't work well with deadlines, especially mine.
Blossom: Not to mention writer's block throws a wrench into the works every time.
Buttercup: That stupid disease is nothing but a menace.
Bubbles: If only there was a cure for it.
Tak: Well, there isn't one. Get over it.
Delphigirl689: And that, my dear Power Puffs, is why Tak will never get a date.
Power Puff Girls: (giggle)
Tak: (sarcastically) Ha, ha, I forgot how to laugh. The only things Delphigirl owns is the Blue Moon Crystal, the spirit, and the teen club.
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Ch. 3: Therapy for Danny
Later on that day, the halfa was wondering about his recurring dream and if it was trying to tell him something.
At first he thought the best thing would be to keep it to himself, but then he remembered that there were some crewmates that actually had a high IQ who could probably help him out.
Now all that was left to do was decide who would be the best one to share his dream with.
Jimmy was complete out of the question as he would most likely end up using some odd invention like he did with his friend Carl.
Maybe I could talk to Sandy, he thought, She's smart enough to tell me why I keep having this dream. He smiled a bit but frowned again thinking, Then again she'll probably tell me something complicated that sounds painful like when she told the captain how laughter works.
The teen began to smile again when he got another idea; I can talk to Double D! He knows just as much as Sandy does-he then began to frown again, but then Eddy would probably charge me for it and I really don't have the money.
He kept pacing the deck until it finally hit him, "I know who I can talk to!" he said.
A few minutes later, he ran up to Billy and Mandy. "Hey guys!" he called out.
Big nose Billy was the first to respond, "Hey Danny! You okay?"
Mandy immediately followed, "Yeah, a lot of the crew has been talking about how you've been acting pretty weird for the past few days."
"Have I?" Danny asked.
"Well, more so than usual," the devious blonde replied, "So, what's going on?"
The halfa sighed and cut to the chase, "Actually guys, I kind of need to talk to Grim about that. So, would it be alright if I could have a session with him?"
"It's okay with me, Danny." Billy said seeing as how he's the most amiable of the pair.
Great! I've got Billy's approval. Now all I need is Mandy's, the ghost boy thought. (*scoffs* Good luck with that, Dan.)
"What about you, Mandy?" he asked, "May I talk with Grim for-"
"No!" Mandy interrupted. (Told you)
"Oh, come on, Mandy why not?!" Danny whined. (Pathetic, isn't it?)
The nose-less blonde girl thought for a moment then said, "Well, I might let you talk with Grim if you tell me what's been going on with you."
Danny sighed once more, knowing there was no way out of this if he wanted to speak with the reaper about his problems.
"I've kind of been having this dream every night this past month and I want to know why. I think the only one who can tell me is Grim so, can I speak with him, please?"
Mandy assumed the "thinking" position again, so to insure he could have a chat with the Grim Reaper, the teenager decided to up the ante.
"In return, I'll do all of your duties until we make port in Amity Park, deal?" "Deal."
The two shipmates shook hands to seal it off.
Yes, he thought, maybe now I can get some answers.
That afternoon, Danny went down to the bunk room for his session with Grim.
Once there, he found a large couch, often used by therapists for their patients to lie on while they talked about their problems, and Grim dressed like Sigmund Freud all ready to begin.
"Afternoon, Grim," Danny greeted, looking oddly at the reaper's choice in clothing, "Uh…nice outfit."
"T'anks mon! Please have a seat." the skeleton replied.
Danny laid down on the couch and Grim conjured up a therapist's chair and sat down it, "So, Danny, from what Mandy informed me of dis morning, I understand dat you have been having recurring dreams lately. Is dis correct?"
"It's more a 'dream' than 'dreams', Grim and I've had the same one every night for a month." the teenager explained.
Grim wrote down on a notepad, "Interesting. What can you tell me about dese dreams?" he asked.
(to save on time, and my fingers, just look at the first chapter)
After telling his dream to the reaper, Grim handed him a sheet of paper.
"What is this? A prescription?" the halfa asked.
"Oh, no, mon. Dat is just a list of what you described in your dream," Grim then handed Danny a blue book with fancy writing on the cover from his trunk, "Dis book will tell you what dey mean."
The ghost boy read the cover aloud, "Dream Dictionary: An A to Z Guide to Understanding Your Unconscious Mind by Tony Crisp."
(A very nice reference place for story ideas)
Danny was hesitant to open it, "Uh, this book doesn't have a ravenous monster that will bite my head off, does it?"
"No, mon, dis is just a regular book." Grim answered.
"Then why was it in your trunk of mystical artifacts?" Danny asked curiously.
"Dis is where I keep all my tings, mon." The skeleton answered, "Just give it back when you're done wit it."
"Thanks, Grim!" Danny said, heading out to the deck to do his chores.
"No problem, mon!" Grim called back.
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Delphigirl689: Well, that's all I've got for now. Hope you enjoy it!
Tak: They'd enjoy it more if you'd update more often.
Delphigirl689: Don't make me repeat what I did to Blu earlier.
Tak: You don't scare me.
Delphigirl689: (maliciously) Oh, I don't scare you? (morphs into a demon princess) How About NOW!?
Tak: (shrinks back in fear and squeaks) Yes. (gulps in terror) Read and review!