Chapter 7:
Of Hiccups & Fish
"You are not a fish." Danny Phantom said to his reflection in the bathroom mirror, growing steadily more annoyed.
*Hiccup* (Fenton)
"You are not a fish."
*Hiccup* (Phantom)
"You are not a fish!"
*Hiccup* (Fenton)
"YOU ARE NOT A FISH!"
*Hiccup* (Phantom)
"I don't think this is working," Sam deadpanned, sitting on the edge of Danny's bed.
"That's a 'no' for Cure #36." Tucker said, crossing it off on the list.
"There has got to be a better way to go about this." Jazz said from her chair, propping her head in her hand.
Danny had explained the short in his powers once his friends and sister had stopped laughing, and Jazz had dozed off again while they were discussing which cure they should try next. She had then been rudely awakened by what she could've sworn was her baby brother's mental breakdown in the bathroom mirror. Needless to say, she wasn't happy.
"I know! We've tried..." Danny trailed off, counting on his fingers, before giving up. "How many cures?"
"Twenty-four." Sam supplied, laying back across Danny's bed, a pillow covering her eyes to block out the massive headache she felt coming on.
"Twenty-four cures, and none of it's working!" Danny floated over to his bed, unable to touch to floor without a great deal of effort. Sam winced at the outburst.
*Hiccup* (Fenton)
Then, he plopped down next to Sam. The goth girl winced again, pressing the pillow harder over her face. "Try saying 'pineapple'." Tucker put in, without looking up.
Danny sighed. "Pineapple." The four teens waited. Thirty seconds passed.
"Pineapple." Danny repeated, more hopefully. Sam sat up.
"Pineapple." He said louder. Tucker put his PDA down, suddenly on the edge of his seat.
"Pineapple!" Still nothing. Jazz dropped the book she was holding.
"Pineapple! Pineapple! Pineapple!" Danny shouted.
"Pineapple!" Jazz shouted, jumping up from her seat."
"Pineapple!" Sam and Tucker followed her lead.
Could it be? No hiccups! The members of Team Phantom jumped and danced around the room, shouting their new favorite word. "Pineapple! Pineapple! Pineapple! I LOVE PINEAPP-
*Hiccup* (Phantom)
The celebration ended, abruptly. "Nevermind," Danny said, dejectedly, stuck in the air from his last joyful leap.
"There goes #182." Tucker said, crossing it off, seeming disgusted with it.
"I vote we make 182 Team Phantom's official unlucky number." Sam groaned.
"Agreed." The other three chorused, sadly. They sounded like dying sheep.
Tucker sighed. "Let's go back to the breathing exercises." Danny made an undignified noise.
AN: Hey, everybody! :) I know this chapter's a little on the short side, but the next couple should (hopefully) make up for it :)
Poor Danny, He's never gonna get over this. It's a good thing it's only Saturday :)
Thank you guys so much for your reviews :) Without them, I probably would've given up on this fic ages ago :)
Next week, we find out what Jazz is planning *evil grin*
As always, God bless, and I hope you enjoyed :)
- Ellie
