Exhausted but look what I made! :P

Topic 31: Hire the same idiots Vlad hired in Million Dollar Ghost and anonymously put a bounty on his head

Vlad yelped as he almost fell out of his chair. Two motorcycles flew threw the windows of his office and skidded on the ground until a full stop. Luckily, Vlad and I were a few feet back from the window to not be showered with glass shards, but out of obvious reasons, Vlad was just as surprised as I was.

"Sheyah! That was awesome!" One of the guys exclaimed. "Dude, that was the BOMB!"

The other motorcyclist pulled off her helmet and sighed. "For the millionth time, I. Am. A. Girl." she hissed as she rubbed her temples.

"Oh whatever, man. It was still extreme.." The guy sighed. Vlad stared wide eyed at the two strangers who just burst into his office…until he recognized their faces.

"The…Ghostbreakers, am I correct?" Vlad asked. I practically had to cover my mouth with both hands to keep from exploding. Who would have expected that entrance? The moment the two Ghostbreakers saw Vlad, they pulled out two eco-generated guns and pointed it at him.

"You're going down, dude!" the male Ghostbreaker began. "You need to, like, get out of his body or else!"

"What in blazes are you talking about?" Vlad inquired, obviously confused.

"Don't play dumb on us, ghost!" the female sneered. "We, like, know you're inside Mayor Master's body! Get out or we shoot!"

"Not if we have anything to say about it!" a thundering voice called from outside. A tank from the outside was spotted. "Don't move a muscle. Seriously. We'll get out white coats dirty and I don't have enough bleach this time."

I had just enough time to dive behind a bookshelf before the tank ran into the house and broke a hole. The air was dusty from the movement, but I did see Vlad go intangible to avoid getting smacked by the debris. That looked a little obvious.

Too obvious.

"A-ha!" one of the agents from the tanks cried out as he opened the hatch. "That proves everything! The ghost has overshadowed the Mayor!"

Vlad tried his hardest not to overreact. "I think you've been mistaken." he said coolly.

"Oh no we're not!" another voice called from out of the house.

"What now?" Vlad and I sighed at the same time. An aquamarine van with orange flowers painted on it. "Groovy Gang" was on it in purple letters.

"Aw man!" A blonde haired man with jeans, a green hat, a necklace with a peace sign on it, and some ghost technology at his waist sighed. "How come we can't get an awesome entrance, man?"

A stout woman came out the van being followed by a tiger. The tiger looked franticly around the area before jumping behind the girl.

"CAN SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME WHY ALL OF YOU ARE IN MY HOUSE?"

Everyone went silent.

"Isn't it obvious?" they all said at the same time. "You're the ghost!"

"We get a million dollars!" the male Ghostbreaker exclaimed. "It says so here!" he said as he pulled out a wanted poster from his pocket.

I glanced around the area to make sure they were fixated on Vlad before moving. Carefully stepping over the broken furniture, I snuck over to where the Scardy Cat was and stooped behind his ear.

"Boo!" I whispered. The white tiger turned around and looked at me with terrified eyes. It must have recognized my face from when I was a ghost because it began running around in a rampage and lunged for Vlad. Hmm. That tiger must smarter than my parents.

The ghost hunters took advantage of the man as the tiger jumped him. Heh.

Topic 32: Record an answering machine message on his answering machine saying:

After finally convincing the ghost hunters that Vlad wasn't a ghost (which took a LOT of explaining), I strolled down into the lab in the basement and went onto his Ghost Communicator, the one that is used to contacting Skulker and all of his other minions. I began to change the voicemail settings. Vlad was very dull with leaving them.

Later…

"Vlad?" a familiar ghost hunter called. I immediately pressed the automatic voicemail.

"Hello, you have reached the idiot ghost who believes he will rule the world. He's a little delusional right now, while coming up with his next evil scheme. Leave a message after the beep!"

There was a quiet pause before Skulker burst out in laugher.

"Oh man…you are priceless, ghost child! I'll call later when he comes up with the next of his 'evil schemes'." he paused. "Don't think this will be the last time you hear from me, though. Your pelt will be mine."

Fair enough.

Much Later…

"Hey chief? You there?" two voices asked at the same time. Those two vultures? I pressed the button again.

"Hello, you've reached Vlad Plasmius. He is not here right now, because he is currently occupied curling his ghostly hair and searching for his lost blankie. Leave a message after the beep!"

Again, another roar of laughter.

"We know that's you, ghost boy! Has he considered flat ironing?" one of them blurted out.

"And a blankie? Wow. How attractive." The other added. I chuckled with them before making my way upstairs.

"Hey Vlad?" I called. "Someone left you a message!"

Topic 33: Get him a parrot and have it lecture him on proper villain lingo. Namely: "No cookie expletives!"

"Squawk!"

"Shh! Quiet! Do you want Vlad to hear?"

"Hear what?" Vlad inquired as he entered the room. He was wearing an apron, as if he was making cookies, but I tried to ignore that. I rubbed the back of my neck.

"Well…I…got you this parrot! Here!" I thought of quickly as I shoved the cage to Vlad. In truth, I haven't figured out exactly what that parrot does. Tucker sent it to me. All I knew about it was that it liked to make small comments about everything. Nothing too weird yet.

"How…thoughtful." Vlad muttered as he took the cage. It had to be no ordinary bird.

"Um…aren't you cooking something downstairs?" I asked. Vlad widened his eyes in realization.

"Butter biscuits!" he cursed. The parrot instantly jumped on the side of the cage and pecked Vlad's hand. He almost dropped the cage.

"Ow!"

"Squawk! No cookie expletives!"

Vlad gave it a dirty look. "Uh-huh."

"Vlad, your cookies are burning." I reminded.

"Cheese logs, Daniel! Why in the–OW!"

The parrot pecked at him again and this time dropped the cage. "Squawk! You're worst than a ghost that haunts boxes!"

Hold it in, Danny, hold it in. The cage door opened and the parrot hopped out.

"….fudge buckets…" Vlad mumbled a little too loud. The parrot showed no mercy.

"Squawk! You're an old man. Learn some new words!"

Topic 34: Call him a "seriously crazed-up fruit loop"

"What's up, seriously crazed-up fruit loop?" I greeted as I passed by Vlad.

"Hello…Daniel." Vlad almost hissed.

"Whatcha doing, seriously crazed-up fruit loop?" I questioned. Vlad ignored me.

"Hey seriously crazed-up fruit loop!" I asked again. "You didn't answer my question."

"I'm working!"

"Oh. No need to get mad, seriously crazed-up fruit loop−"

"Please...just shut up..."

Topic 35: Ask him to help you with the scrapbook your making that depicts all of his greatest failures.

"Are you doing anything, Vlad?"

Vlad sighed with relief. "You've finally stopped calling me by that stupid name. Dare I ask what you want?"

"You wanna help me with my scrapbook?" I asked as normally as possible. Vlad thought for a while.

"…doesn't seem too be much of a threat…" he 'incoherently' mumbled. "Fine."

"Thanks!" I said, patting him on the back. He seemed surprised at this. "I'll get it."

I ran a quick lap to my room and back.

"What is it about?" Vlad asked. I showed him the cover.

Vlad's greatest failures in life.

-Posted May 14, 2011

*falls on floor*

I'm...really...tired...today

*falls asleep*

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