A/N: Ehm... I'm stuck with a total lack of any desire to write anything. I read somewhere I should at least try to write something every day so I'm forcing myself to do that, most of it is crap though. This drabble fits the title for 'Foreign', so that's why it's here. I'll try to come up with something better next time... (Whoa, I sound really depressed don't I... I'm not, really).
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom.
27. Foreign
Danny stared in disbelieve at the Italian ice cream vendor on the small square in the town of Venice.
"What?"
The man shook his head and waived the 5 euro bill at him.
"Is no good. Is forged. Look."
He pointed at the gray note and held another next to it, this one with a silvery band on the edge of it. Sam and Tucker were standing close by but out of earshot, licking their cones. Danny's cone started to drip pink and brown on his hand as he fumbled with his wallet to get out another note to pay the man, grumbling to himself. He then made his way through the crowd to his friends, who looked at him with raised eyebrows.
"What took you so long?" Tucker asked, "By the way, you're dripping."
"I know, I know," Danny muttered, taking out the forged 5 euro bill, "I got a counterfeit note here, had to change it for a real one."
He handed it to Tucker, who started studying it, getting one out of his pocket to compare it with.
"Yup, it's fake alright," he said, "Wonder where you picked that up."
Sam smirked at him.
"Are you sure that ice cream vendor didn't change it around when you payed him and then claimed you gave him that false note?"
Danny looked at her, stricken, and looked back at the ice cream vendor. He then shook his head and his shoulders slumped.
"Now what?" he said, taking the note back from Tucker, "Should we go to the police with this?"
"Are you mad?" Tucker said, "And sit there for an hour trying to explain to them where we got it, in Italian? Hey, you could go invisible and change it around again!"
Danny shook his head.
"We don't know that it was him," he said, nodding in the direction of the ice cream vendor, "We bought pizza earlier, and some soda's later. Could have been any of those places."
He waived the note and shrugged.
"It's only 5 euro's. That's like what, 3 and a half dollars?"
Sam and Tucker stopped licking their ice cream and slowly turned to him.
"Ehm...," Tucker said hesitantly, "Danny I know math isn't your best subject but... you know you have to multiply by 1.4, not divide, do you? It's closer to 7 dollars."
"WHAT!"
Danny paled as he stared at the worthless piece of gray paper in his hand. His friends could see his brain go in full reverse as he tried to calculate what he had been spending the past two weeks of their trip through Europe.
"You mean to say... all this time... during our trip... and you thought..."
Tucker started snickering while Danny shook his head in disbelieve.
"Man," he said morosely, "I hate foreign currencies."
Yes, I do have a counterfeit 5 euro note stuck to my refrigerator and no I never make mistakes like that.
