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A/N: Dear kat, thanks a ton for laughing at the pajamas. And thank you Vampire Kurama for your support…as for whether or not other Guardians and people from Danny Phantom are going to be involved…read and find out.
Chapter 9: The awaited meeting
Danny shouldn't have been surprised. Really, he shouldn't, and he wasn't. He was simply annoyed…and maybe a little angry…and frustrated…and perhaps a little constipated as well, but no one needed to know that.
Why was he annoyed? Well, for one, Paulina had somehow managed to drag him to the counsel (while he was flying nonetheless!), secondly, everyone was here (yes, even Skulker), thirdly, he had forgotten to change out of his pajamas (although he had mastered transferring his clothes from human form to ghost, he still messed up sometimes…well, at least he didn't wind up nude again).
Now, the reason for his constipation…the Lunch Lady. That's all you will ever need to know.
Alas, that also lead to Danny's final reason to be annoyed—Jack.
For the boy had—upon finding out that only Danny and Youngblood could see him (juts his luck that the two of them would get along so well)—taken a liking to floating around and playing pranks, freezing a chair here, forming a mouse there, blowing into someone's ear—that one ticked him off, not that Danny was jealous or anything, of course not, but that was Desiree's ear for cryin out loud! (ah, but imagine that blush on Jack's face…Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!).
What did Jack's pranks have to do with the Lunch Lady and Danny's constipation? That is a very good question…
"Well," Danny spat, ready to freeze everyone's mouths shut, "if your all done having fun—" a pointed look at Jack and Young Blood, "can someone please explain to me why it is we're all sitting around here drinking tea—" Desiree quickly hide her set behind her back, "and eating potato chips—" it was Tuckers turn to hide his treats in shame, "while Amity Park is in danger?!"
"Ah," Frostbite coughed as Valerie nervously moved about in the seat next to him, "you see, the thing is…"
"We can't even touch them." Finished Queen Dora, head held high and serious…she would have looked more Queenly, however, if she wasn't perched atop a chair, holding her skirts, and cowering away from the frost mouse sitting cutely before her.
Jack's laughter was wholly ignored.
"What do you mean you can't touch them?"
"Exactly that," cut in Sam as she flipped her long black locks out of her face, "all of our attacks go straight through them. We've tried everything, regular weapons, Fenton weapons, ghost weapons, but nothing works."
"What and who are they?
"Well…" Dora began but couldn't finish, for the mouse had managed to scamper its way up her dress you see, and there it sat, perched on her chest, noes twitching. "Oh my god! Get this vermin off!"
And there she went, through the wall; screaming all the way.
None could help the laughter that followed.
How on earth had the world managed to survive with a counsel like this?