We were flying and he looked really tired. I wasn't really an expert on ghost physiology, but phasing us through the walls all the time probably took a lot out of him. "Gee, Danny. Fighting meat-monsters, flying through walls. You must be exhausted."
"What? Of course not. What would...*inhales*give you that idea." His eyes shut, and we fell out of the sky. Asleep, Danny reverted to his plain-old self. After checking that Danny and I had no new bruises, me and Tucker exchanged a look that said "Yep. He's exhausted." Me and Tucker silently picked our sleeping companion up and proceeded to carry him home.
"So... are you still mad about"
"What do you think!?" I shot him an infuriated glare.Tucker knew to keep his mouth shut this time around. We'd been friends for a while, but that connection was hanging by the threads. Danny was usually so good at straightening this kinda stuff out.
When we got to his house, Tucker immediately started covering.
"Hey, Mr. and Mrs. Fenton! What a school day! Poor Danny nodded off." I saw Jazz in the kitchen trying to get her hair out of a 'Fenton Ecto-Vacuum' or something. "We figured we'd just carry him all the way home and tuck him into bed without any parental interaction whatsoever!" Wow. Tucker should rap. I can talk fast, too, but that kid...doesn't know when to shut it.
"Don't get up! We know where to go! Bye!" We hurried up the stairs and placed him in his bed. I sat in Danny's chair, looking at all of his posters. I didn't want to talk to Tucker without Danny awake for fear that I might personally murder him.
I looked over at Danny. He looked so peaceful... Especially since he didn't snore. I was bored, but that was no reason to risk Tucker's life by talking to him. I was actually considering sleeping, but the one bed was already in use and...that would be weird. Danny opened his eyes slowly. "Aaaah! Ah! W-what's going on?"
"You passed out. We took you home. You've been asleep for four days!" Danny sat up as quickly as he could.
"AH! FOUR DAYS!?" A panicked look came to his eyes. Tucker chuckled.
"Nah. It's only been a couple hours." Danny laid back slowly, now looking panicked at the ceiling. Seriously, Danny was under enough stress. As was I. If they weren't battling evil, I would understand that kind of joking, but here it's uncalled for. I put my hands on my hips, preparing to roast Tuck.
" Knock it off, Tucker! You almost killed him today! Give the kid a break."() Tucker looked confused.
"ME!? I almost got him killed?! The only reason this happened is because you had to be unique. You had to take the meat away!" I crossed my arms and turned the other way. Danny looked like he was about to interject..."And I'm going to get it back!" Tuck said as he walked out the door. Oh, it's on.
"You wanna change that menu back?" I ran out the door after him, slamming it behind me. "YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO GET THROUGH ME TO DO IT!" I rushed home and called just about everyone I knew. We were going to protest.
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The next day, as Tucker was organizing his meat rally, I was busy organizing my veggie rally. I got as many people on top of that bus as I could fit and gave them all signs. I had a couple people on bongos, and I set up my microphone After it was all set up, Tucker started the show. There were barbecues, meat-themed balloons, and girls doing the can-can in hot dog costumes. They danced off of the stage and Tuck walked on with a microphone. "What do we want?" The crowd didn't hesitate to reply.
"MEAT!"
"When do we want it?"
"NOW!"
I held up my sign and started chanting, trying to overpower Tucker's meat protest.
"VEGGIES NOW! VEGGIES FOREVER! VEGGIES NOW! VEGGIES FOREVER!" I spotted Danny in the crowd, looking...appalled. I slid down the bus to greet him.
"You guys put together two protests in one night?" Me and Tucker glared angrily at each other.
"Meat-eaters, Danny. Always ready to fight. And our high-protein diets give us the energy we need to do it quickly."
"Ultra recyclo-vegetarians are always ready to protest. And because we don't have to waste time cooking our food, we can move even faster." Danny was still shocked.
"Don't you guys think this is a little extreme?" Yes, but necessary. If you don't stand up for what you believe in, then what's the point of different viewpoints? Tucker shifted his glare toward Danny.
"No choice, buddy. You're either with me," He returned his glare to its original target.
"Or you're against him!" Me and Tucker closed in on him. He cringed as we both yelled.
"SO WHO'S SIDE ARE YOU ON?" The mysterious wind started to blow. We all knew what that meant. Mc-meaty was back. And, guess what! Tucker had the largest amount of meat since... well, yesterday...on his side of the protest. There was that familiar cackle, and Danny's ghost sense went off. A little late, but whatever.
A parked meat truck ripped open and meat started to fly into the swirling sky. It formed a giant braiding pillar behind the totaled truck, which eventually formed the Stay-gross Meat-processed woman. Every student stared with awe, including us because we had never seen it this big. If we were in Tokyo, it would be a lizard. It uncrossed it's arms and leaned forward. "IIIIIIIT'S LUNCHTIIIIME!" Actually, school had just started, but I didn't want to argue. Well, I did, but Danny passed out the last time that happened. People on both sides of the protest started running and screaming.
"Meat! Why have you betrayed me?!?" Said Tucker, the one who thinks that meat can be loyal like vegetables.
"Guys, time to makeup! Now!" Danny had a very obviously hinting tone. Even though tucker was gross and meaty and I was still furious at him, we hugged each other around Danny to provide cover while he switched. Danny flew around as if he were a plane flying around King Kong. The meat swatted and lunged, but Danny was too small a target. He came around behind it and kicked it right over. It roared as it fell.
"He really is getting better." Tucker and me both agreed on that. Danny looked down on us, and I'm not sure if he heard Tuck, but he smiled. Just in time to get a meat-fist to the
"I sure hope he can take a punch!" I gritted my teeth and stepped forward as he flew through a plane. He was flying rapidly toward the meat. He had something in his hand that he splashed on his face, then let go. I assumed it was a paper cup of water. Litterbug. He came down on the ghost and it pretty much exploded. It left a crater, and meat was every where. Danny weakly pulled himself out of the crater. He was halfway out when the stupid ghost came up to him.
"Oh, dear!" Danny looked up with surprise."What a mess! Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I think so." Her smile disappeared into a frown.
"TOUGH! BECAUSE YOU BEING OKAY IS NOT PART OF MY BALANCED DIET OF DOOM!"
The meat reassembled into multiple piles, which turned into mini-monsters. They were about bellybutton height. Danny did an epic pirouette-roundhouse and ended with a sly smile. His bubble burst
when he saw the meat swirling to reshape itself.
"Wasn't expecting that!" Two ring at his middle moved towards his head and feet which turned him back into normal Danny. "Or that!" The meat monsters grabbed his hands and feet. He struggled with them for a moment before they flew off carrying him. By his legs, upside-down. A Fenton thermos made an audible clang when it hit his face. He grabbed it and seemed to be talking, but he was much too far away. The meat-ghosts dropped him and we lost him behind the school.
"Change back, Danny!" I whispered and worried. The ghosts paused in midair, then rushed down towards where he might've landed. Well, he probably changed back and didn't land, otherwise they wouldn't be rushing in. After half a minute, Danny walked over to us. I was so focused on the fight, I didn't even remember falling over. It was probably during the meat explosion.
"What happened?"Danny helped me up. "Where's the ghost?" Danny held up the thermos and smiled.
"My parents have their moments." A robotic voice and beeping were heard. GHOST DIRECTLY AHEAD. The rest of the meat-coated Fentons walked up, Danny's father holding a rectangle of metal that had a sattelite dish on it. Like the thermos (which danny had behind his back), it looked like various metal had been welded together. YOU WOULD HAVE TO BE SOME SORT OF MORON TO NOT NOTICE THE GHOST DIRECTLY AHEAD. Danny gave a small smile. Both of his parents looked at him. "Oh. Sorry Dad. You just missed him." He pointed behind him with his thumb. His father got a wild look in his eye.
"WE GOT A RUNNER!" Then he took off. Oblivious. Jazz didn't look too happy.
"Great. Back to square one." She turned and walked away. I was confused, but Danny would explain it later like he usually did.
"So, you're not gonna tell them?"
"Nah. I think I've finally figured out what these powers are for. They make me-" A hand landed on both of his shoulders. It was a big hand. Mr. Lancer's.
"In a world of trouble." He grimaced.
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"MANSON! Pick up that T-bone!" Who gave him a megaphone? Seriously! I looked down at the meat.
"With my hands?"
"FOLEY! Pick up that turf-wich."
"With my hands?" He dangled it with two fingers. The teacher took a bite of a chicken leg and waked away. I think he was enjoying this. Danny swept up a pile of meat with a push-broom. Dash laughed, and Danny touched the dumpster he was leaning on. It turned intangible and the meat spilled out.
"Fenton! A..a little help?" Danny smiled. Good for him! I would do that if I had ghost powers. 'Dash' was code for 'Dick'.
"Whatever you say, Dash. Whatever you say." His eyes glowed green.
() Slightly revised because the original line didn't make sense
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