FanFic Recommendation of the Week!

Okay, so I know I haven't done these in forever, but I decided to try and keep up on my fanfic recommendations of the week.  So, here's the next one!

Title: Volcano Asthma
Show: Danny Phantom
Author: Youngbountygirl
Genre:  Inspirational, Friendship
Age:  Ages 10+ for slight bullying
About:  A young boy named Jeremy is being teased by his classmates for having asthma.  So, when Jeremy "loses" his inhaler on a class field trip to see a volcano, and has an asthma attack, will Danny be able to help him?  Takes places after Phantom Planet.
My Opinion:  I absolutely, 100%, loved this story.  I loved the fact that Youngbountygirl was able to make Danny have asthma, so Danny could kind of relate to Jeremy a bit.  Danny is able to show Jeremy that you shouldn't be ashamed to have a health condition (even a small one like asthma), not matter what anyone elses says or thinks and that you should always take care of that health condition as much as you possibly can.  Youngbountygirl was able to take Danny Phantom and make him both a superhero and just an average fourteen year old hero as well.  A real model citizen.  Nice job Youngbountygirl!

Read this story, and let the author (and myself) know what you think!

Rugphan 

Chapter 4 Part 1: The Bartman Returns

     Tommy was flipping through some art books when Danny approached him.  He would hold the book from both ends, shake it, place it carefully on the bookshelf, and grab the next book off the shelf.  Tommy had just placed another book on the bookshelf when he spotted his playmate.

     “So, did you finds your box of crams, Danny?” he asked, eagerly.

     “Yeah.” Danny replied.  “I found them near the doorway.”

     “That’s great!” Tommy exclaimed.  “’Sides, I was getting kind of tired of looking for them in these books.  Did you know The Mona Lisa is in some of these books, too?”

     Danny shook his head.  “No, I didn’t.”  He paused.  “But that’s gonna have to wait.  Tommy, could you go find Susie, while I find Chuck?  We’ll all meet back here at the bookshelf.”

     Tommy nodded, turned around, and toddled across the room.  Danny went in the other direction.

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     Danny met Susie and Tommy back at the bookshelf with an eager expression on his face.  “I’ve looked all over the room for Chuck, but I can’t find him anywhere!” he exclaimed.  “This is really important!”

     Tommy grinned.  “Oh!” he exclaimed.  “I sawed Chuckie looking at the paintings on the other side of the room!”

     Danny face turned into an angry expression.  “Why didn’t you bring him back here then?” he asked.

     “’Cause,” Tommy replied, “you told me to goes and finds Susie!  I didn’t knows we was playing hide and go peek!”

     Susie suddenly smiled.  “Did you say we’re gonna play hide and go peek?” she asked, excitedly.  “I love that game!”

     Danny sighed, and ran to the painting side of the room.  He soon returned with Chuckie, who was a little bit annoyed to be pulled away from all of the paintings he was looking at.

     Chuckie also looked a little bit puzzled.  “What are we doing?”

     “Danny said we’re gonna play hide and go peek!” Susie exclaimed.

     Chuckie grinned.  “Okay!” he replied.  “Just, don’t make me goes into any dark and scary places!”

     Danny groaned.  “We are not gonna play hide and go seek!” he cried.

     “Then why did you tell us to comes here?”

     “Because, someone’s gonna rob the museum!”

     The three toddlers stared at Danny blankly.

     Danny sighed.  “Someone’s gonna steal The Mona Lisa!”

     The babies gasped.

     “B-But, why would someone wants to do thats?” Chuckie asked, nervously.  “The Moaning Lisa is one of the most famous paintings in the world!  No one can steal it!”

     “No one maybe.” Danny replied.  “But how about two?”

     “What are you talking about, Danny?” Tommy asked.

     “You know those two substitute janitors that came in here a few minutes ago?”

     The babies nodded.

     “I heard them talking when I found my box of crayons near the doorway.” Danny explained.  “They aren’t the real substitute janitors!  They must’ve locked the real janitors somewhere in the museum before they got here!  Now, they’re gonna steal The Mona Lisa, and trade it for a lot of money!”

     Susie grinned.  “Wait a minute!” she exclaimed. “You don’t have to worry about it anymore, Danny!”

     “Huh?” Danny asked, puzzled.

     “I mean, if those really are bad guys, and they’re trying to steal The Moaning Lisa, they won’t knows wheres to look for it!”

     Tommy smiled.  “She’s right, Danny!” he exclaimed.  “It’ll take them forevers to finds it!  After all, they don’t gots a map or anything!”

     Danny glanced at his playmate, bit his bottom lip and looked downward.  “Actually,” he mumbled, “they do.”

     “What do you means?”

     “I mean,” Danny gulped, looked back downward, and quietly said, “I gave one to them.”

     “WHAT?!” Susie and Tommy gasped.

     Danny was still looking down at the floor, shamefully.

     Chuckie walked up to his friend and said sympathetically, “What we’re trying to ask you, Danny is, WHY DID YOU GIVES A MAP TO THE BAD GUYS?!”

     “I-I didn’t mean to!” he stuttered.  “I-I met the skinny guy earlier, a-and h-he seemed r-really nice, a-and I just w-wanted to help a-and,” Danny suddenly groaned and cried, “AAAAHHHH!  I’M TOO YOUNG TO GO TO JAIL!”

     Tommy toddled up to his playmate and patted him on the back.  “Don’t worry, Danny!” he exclaimed.  “We’ll stops those bad guys!”

     “But, Tommy!” Chuckie cried, with a hint of nervousness in his voice.  “We’re only babies!  Do you heres me? Ba-bies!  We can’t do this!”

     Danny glanced up at him.  “That isn’t what you said when we went to Lake Eerie!”

     “Yeah, well, I’m much olderer and wiserer now!”

     Tommy was grinning to himself.  A plan was forming in his mind.  “I thinks I gots an idea that just might works!” he exclaimed.  “But we’re gonna needs one of us to come up with some other plans in case mine doesn’t work!”

     “Don’t looks at me!” Chuckie cried.

     Tommy glanced at Susie.

     “I gots nothing!” Susie exclaimed.

     Tommy looked at Danny hopefully.

     “I’m blank this time, Tommy.” Danny replied.

     Tommy frowned.  “Okay.” he replied.  “I guess we’re gonna haves to gets someone else to comes up with the extra plans!”

     “But, Tommy!” Chuckie exclaimed.  “Who are we gonna gets?  Sam, Tucker, Phil, and Lil are offs somewheres, we don’t knows any of these babies, and Angelica’s gone somewheres too!  Plus, she really wouldn’t be a real help anyways!”

     “We’re just gonna haves to thinks, Chuckie!”

     The four kids thought for a moment, when an idea struck the three boys.

     “Are you thinking of who I’m thinking of?” Danny asked, seeing his friends giant grins.

     Chuckie nodded.  “I thinks so!”

     Tommy also gave a triumphant nod, and exclaimed, “Bart Simpson!”

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     Beep!  Boop!  Boop!  Beep!

     It was raining in Springfield, nothing good was on the TV, and it was a very boring day.  But, luckily, one little boy was entertaining himself.  He had just taken the phone, and was pressing the buttons at random.

    He put the phone up to his ear, and soon heard the dial tone.  Even sooner, someone answered it.

    “Hello?” the voice answered.  “This is Moe’s Tavern.  I’m Moe.  How can I help you?”

    “Hello?” the little boy replied.  “My name’s Bart.  One of my friends is in your tavern place, and I’d like to speak to her!”

    “Okay, little guy!” Moe said, sweetly.  “What’s her name?”

    “Her first name,” Bart started, “is Ihava.  Her last name is Constipationproblem.”

    “Okay, just a second!” Moe cried.  Bart could hear his victim yelling, “Ihava Constipationproblem, there’s a call for you!” When nobody answered, Moe yelled,  “Do I have a Constipationproblem, here?”

    Bart then heard laughter.

    When Moe finally got the joke, he yelled into the phone, “WHY YOU LITTLE-,”

    But Bart was laughing too hard to hear Moe’s reply.  He quickly grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil from the kitchen table, and copied the number on his phone.  “I’m saving this number for later!” Bart whispered happily to himself.

    “Bart!” a voice called.  “It’s time to get off the phone with Milhouse!  I need to use the phone!”

    “Okay, Mommy!” Bart replied, sweetly.  He waved to the cordless phone.  “Talk to ya later, Milhouse!”

    “Milhouse?” Moe asked, angry and puzzled.  “What are you-,”

    That’s when Bart hung up.  He smiled, shook his head, and said to himself, “Danny was right!  In order to control my temper, all I needed was a hobby!”

    Bart toddled into the living room where his parents were. 

    “Hi’ya, Mommy!” he exclaimed.  “Here’s your phone!”  He quickly gave his Mom the phone with both hands.

    Bart turned around, and passed his father.  “Hi’ya, Homer!”

    Homer Simpson, a fat, yellow man with brown hair that was starting to bald, glanced away from the TV for a moment, and smiled at his son.  “Now, Bart,” he started, “we’ve discussed this before.  Homer is what grown-ups call me!  You are my son, so you call me Daddy!”

    “But, you always go by my real name, Bart!” Bart exclaimed.  “Not son!  I wanna call you Homer!”

     “Listen, son.” Homer said, sternly.  “You call me Daddy.  Got it?”

     “Homer!” Bart cried, happily.

     “No, Bart.  Daddy.”

     “Homer!”

     “Daddy!”

     “Homer!”

     “Daddy!”

     Bart smirked, and stuck out his tongue.  “Homer!  Nah!  Nah!  Nah!”

     Homer was getting angry now.  “WHY YOU LITTLE-,”

     “Homer!” Marge cried, angrily.

     Bart smiled and pointed at his mom.  “See!” he exclaimed.  “Mommy calls you Homer!”

     Just as Bart was about to head out of the living room and up to his room, Marge stopped him.  “Bart, could you do me a favor please?”

     “Anything, Mommy!”

     Marge lifted Bart’s one-month-old baby sister, Lisa and carefully set her into Bart’s arms.  “Could you please take Lisa with you up to your room for awhile?”

     “But, Mommy!” Bart whined.  “I’ve been watching her all day!  I need my personal space!  Do you know how many times she’s pooped up in my room today?”

     Marge nodded.  “Four times.” she replied.  “And the fourth one was yours!

     “Yeah, well…” Bart was trying to think up a good argument.  “I can poop in my own room if I want to!  She can’t!”

     “Bart!”

     “It’s my room!  She stoled my crib!”

     “BART!”

     Bart sighed.  “Fine.  You win!  I’ll take her up to my room!”

     Lisa slowly reached up and yanked at a piece of Bart’s spikey hair.

     “Ow!” Bart yelled, rubbing his head.

     Lisa giggled at her older brother.

     “Mommy!” Bart yelled.  “Did you see what she just did?”

     Marge nodded.  “I saw.”

     “Aren’t you gonna punish her?”

     “Bart, how am I going to punish her?  She only one month old!”

     Bart sighed, and slowly walked up the stairs with Lisa in his arms.  “You’re very lucky!” he mumbled.

     Lisa giggled again, and pulled on another piece of Bart’s hair.

     “Ow!” Bart cried.

     “Tart.” Lisa exclaimed.

     “No, Lisa!  I’m Bart!”

     “Tart!”

     “Bart!”

     “Tart!”

     “Bart!”

     Lisa smirked at her brother, and stuck out her tongue.  “Tart!  Nah!  Nah!  Nah!”

     Bart glared at his younger sister.  “Hey!” he cried.  “You can’t take that comeback!  That’s my comeback!”

     Lisa giggled.

     Bart sighed.  ‘This is gonna be a long day.’ he thought.

Rugphan

Chapter 3 Part 2

     ‘The Scream’ looked a lot like what Danny had expected.  But, it also looked a lot different too.  It was a man with a strangely shaped head screaming.  But, it had a lot of red, orange, yellow, brown, and black colors too.  They were both on the man’s face and in the background.

     ‘Wow!’ Danny thought.  ‘Whoever painted this picture did a really good job!’  He walked down the hall to look more paintings. After looking at paintings for awhile, Danny figured he should head back to where Mr. and Mrs. Pickles were.  Chuckie was probably eager by now to get to the Children’s Art Center.

     As he was heading back down the hall, Danny heard a man’s voice coming from behind him.  “Hey, kid!  Could you come over hear for a moment?  I need to ask you a question.”

     Danny stopped, and hesitated.  His parents had taught him and his sister Jazz to never talk to strangers.  But it sounded like this guy really needed some help.  So, instead of walking up to the stranger, Danny turned around to face him, and stood in the same spot a few feet away from the man.  “Y-Yes, sir?” he asked, nervously.

     The man smiled at Danny, and pointed to the directory map in his left hand.  “Do you know where I can get one of those?” he asked.

     He was a tall, skinny man, probably about six feet tall.  He was bald with a bit of stubble on his face.  The stranger wore a light blue button up shirt, with brown jeans, and black shoes.  In a strange sort of way, it reminded Danny of one of those male school teachers you see in the movies.

     Danny glanced down at his copy of the museum directory map, back up at the stranger, and quickly said, “A nice lady gave me one when I entered the museum.”  He glanced back down at the map.  “But, you can have this one if you want.  I have an extra copy.”

     Just to be safe, Danny set the directory map on the ground, and walked down the hall as fast as he could, away from the man.  He heard the man saying, “Thanks, kid!  You’re a real help!”

     Danny smiled to himself.  He enjoyed helping people.

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     When Danny came back down the hall, Mr. and Mrs. Pickles ran up to him.

     “Are you okay, Danny?” Didi asked, concerned.  “We saw that man trying to talk to you, and we wanted to make sure you were alright.”

     Danny nodded.  “I’m fine, Mr. and Mrs. Pickles.  I stood a good distance away from him.  He just wanted a map to the museum, so I gave him my extra copy.”

     Stu sighed.  “Well, that’s a relief!” he exclaimed.  “Just remember to be careful if that ever happens again, Danny.” he said, sternly.

     Danny nodded once again, and the six of them headed to the Children’s Art Center.  It was a pretty big place, with lots of little kids there.  Some were drawing and playing with clay at round tables.  Some were painting pictures on easels.  There were even a couple of babies in playpens scribbling on paper.  The babies were amazed.

     “Wow!” Susie exclaimed.  “Look at all the art stuffs!”

     “Yeah!” Tommy exclaimed.  “It’s really big!  And look, Chuckie!” he said excitedly to his friend.  “There’s lots of pictures that babies drawed and painted hanging on the walls!”

     Tommy was right about that.  There were all sorts of drawings and paintings hanging on the bright, orange walls.  All of them looked pretty cool.

     Chuckie was grinning at all of the pictures.  “How many of them do you think there are, Tommy?” he asked.

     Tommy looked around the room some more, smiled, and shrugged.  “I don’t know.” he replied.  “Probably elevendey.”

     Chuckie nodded.  “That’s a pretty good guess, Tommy.”

     “Thanks, Chuckie!”

     While Stu and Didi were checking the babies in, Chuckie headed over to the drawing table.  The others followed.

     “What are you going to draw this time, Chuck?” Danny asked, once he got close enough to the round table.

     Chuckie smiled at his friend.  “You’ll see!” he exclaimed, taking a sheet of paper and an orange crayon from the middle of the table.  He carefully started drawing.

     About a minute later, Stu and Didi walked up to the four kids.

     “Okay, kids!” Stu exclaimed.  “Didi and I are going shopping for new parts of my latest invention.”  Stu worked as a kids’ toy maker.  Unfortunately, most of his toys never ended up working.  But he never seemed to give up.

     Didi quickly leaned down, and kissed Tommy on the forehead.  “You be good sweetie.” she said in a cutesy baby voice.  “We’ll be back in about an hour!”

     Tommy smiled up at his mother, then turned back to try and look at Chuckie’s latest drawing.  But, of course, he wouldn’t let him.

     As Stu and Didi were leaving the Children’s Art Center, Danny suddenly realized something.  He started searching through his vest pockets, then patted both his side and back jean pockets.  “Uh, oh!” he cried.

     “What is it, Danny?” Susie asked.

     “I think I dropped the box of crayons I brought with me somewhere.” he replied.  “They aren’t in any of my pockets!”

     “Well, maybe you just dropped it somewheres in the Arts Center!” Tommy exclaimed.  “We’ll helps you looks for them!”

     Chuckie quickly slipped his drawing into his red folder, then the four of them started looking for Danny’s box of crayons.  They checked behind the counter and in the bathrooms.  They even asked some of the babies if they had seen it.  But, no matter where they looked, they just couldn’t seem to find those crayons!

     While the kids were still searching, two janitors in dark green suits came walking into the Children’s Art Center.  Danny glanced up to have a look at them.  One of them was the tall, bald, skinny man that Danny had met earlier.  The other man was also bald, but he was much shorter and heavier than his friend.  He was also wearing a dark, green baseball cap.

     The tall man walked up to the counter where the young lady who was watching all of the babies was sitting.  He smiled at her then said, “The regular janitors called in sick today, and we’re their replacements.” he explained.  “We were told that the mops, buckets, and toilet scrubbers were in here.”

     The lady smiled at the two men.  “May I ask what your name is sir?” she asked.  “It’s for security reasons.”

     The tall man nodded.  “I’m Zack, and this is my partner Jerald.”

     The chubby man took off his baseball cap.  “How do you do Madam?” he asked, then put his cap back on.

     “Just fine, thank you!” the lady replied, looking at the list of employees.  “Yes, you two are on the list.”  She handed the museum keys to the skinny man.  “Here are the keys to the whole museum, and to the janitor’s closet.  Thanks for coming on such sort notice.”

     “No problem!” Jerald exclaimed.  “That’s what we’re here to do!  Clean!”

     They both headed over to the janitor’s closet near the bathrooms.  As soon as they got the supplies they needed from the closet, the two men hurried out of the Children’s Art Center.

     Danny then decided to look underneath the tables.  He knew that the babies hadn’t looked there for his crayons yet.  As he was searching around the tables, Danny spotted his box of crayons near the small entrance door to the Art Center.  He crawled over toward the door, that way he wouldn’t pop up and scare any of the kids at the tables, and quickly grabbed his box of crayons.

     Just as he was about to stand up, Danny heard a voice outside of the door.   “What do we do now, Mark?” it asked.

     Danny slowly stood up, and took a quick peek outside of the door.  It was the two substitute janitors who had just left just a few seconds ago.  But why did Jerald call the skinny man Mark?  Danny was totally confused.

     He slowly ducked down so the janitors wouldn’t see him.  Danny figured he better listen in on the conversation.  It could be important.

     Danny heard Mark shush his friend.  “Be quiet, Jasper!” he whispered.  “We don’t want anybody listening in on us!”

     ‘Jasper?’ Danny thought.  ‘He said his name was Jerald to the lady behind the counter.’  He put his ear to the door so he could hear them better.

     “Who’s going to listen in?” Jasper asked.  “The babies and kids in the Art Center?  They wouldn’t understand what we were saying anyway.  They aren’t very bright.”

     Danny frowned at this.  ‘Neither are you, buddy.’ he thought.

     “You’re right.” Mark replied.  “But, listen.  This what we’re going to do.  We’ve already taken care of the real substitute janitors.  And I’ve got the map of the museum right here!”

     Danny heard Jasper gasp.  “Where did you get that?” he asked, with a surprised tone of voice.

     “Well,” Mark explained, happily, “since we snuck in through the back door of the museum, I couldn’t walk to the lady at the entrance door.  She wouldn’t have recognized us!”  He paused, then continued.  “So, I just asked this little boy where he got his map, and he was nice enough to give me his extra copy.”

     “Anyway,” Mark continued, “that’s not important!  I need to explain to you how we’re going to deal with The Mona Lisa!”

     “Yeah.” Jasper sighed.  “I’m sure she’s really pretty.”

     Danny stuck out his tongue in disgust.  He was startled by a huge slap.

     “She’s not a person, Jasper!” Mark whispered, madly.  “It’s a painting of a girl!”

     “Oh.” Jasper replied, sounding slightly disappointed.

     “Now,” Mark continued, “here’s the plan.  We pretend we’re cleaning the floors, right?  And then we’ll ‘happen’ to walk past the copy of The Mona Lisa.”

     “Okay.”

     “Then we’ll trade it with this copy of The Mona Lisa I bought from the museum’s gift shop.  We’ll then get on an airplane, and go to the big museum to steal the real copy of The Mona Lisa.  Are you with me so far?”

     “Uh, huh.”

     “Then we’ll replace the real copy of the Mona Lisa with the one hanging around somewhere in this museum, fly back here, go to our headquarters where our boss is, and we’ll be rich!”  Mark laughed.  “It’s a fool proof plan!  Nobody can stop us!”

     “That’s great, Mark!” Jasper exclaimed.  “Except there’s one thing I don’t get.”

     “What’s that?” Mark asked, irritated.  “I thought I explained the plan pretty clear enough.”

     “Oh, you did a good job explaining it to me, Mark!” Jasper said.  “It’s just that, if we’re going to give The Mona Lisa to the boss, how are we going to get the cash?”

     Danny was startled again by another slap.

     “Jasper, you idiot!” Mark whispered, sternly.  “Our boss is going to give us the money!”

     “But where will he get the cash?” Jasper asked.

     “Where do you think he’s going to get the cash?”

     “Um, I don’t know.” Jasper said, hesitantly.  “The money making place?”

     Mark sighed.  “It comes from…well, never mind!  We need to get to work before the guards come back from their lunch break!”

     Once Danny heard the footsteps start going down the hall, then fading away, he quickly stood up and ran past the art tables, trying to look for his friends.

     ‘Oh my gosh!’ Danny thought, panicking.  ‘I just gave directions to two criminals!’

Rugphan

Chapter 3 Part 1: A Trip to the Art Museum

The next morning, Susie’s dad started painting her black room walls with different colored, polka dotted circles.  But before her dad painted the polka dots, he had to paint the walls white.  Susie was so excited about her room, she kept walking in while her Dad was painting.  So, her Mom had to take her to Tommy’s house for the day.

     When Susie got to Tommy’s house, Chuckie was waiting for her.  “Hi’ya, Susie!” he exclaimed.  “Has your Daddy finished painting your bedroom yet?”

     Susie smiled, assuming that Didi had told them that she was coming, and shook her head.  “He only just started painting awhile ago.  He thinks you’re a good drawer, Chuckie!”

     Chuckie smiled.  “Danny and Tommy are upstairs talking to Sam and Tucker on the speaker phone.” he said.

     “Who’s Sam and Tucker?”

     “Some of Danny’s friends from school.  They come to play here all of the time.  Tucker’s my playmate!”  He paused, then said, “You can come talk to them if you want!”

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     “That’s pretty cool, you guys!” Tucker exclaimed.  “I was hoping Chuckie would find something to do that he isn’t scared of!”  He was staying at his uncle’s house for spring break.

     “So, has Chuckie been doing anymore drawings?” Sam asked.  She was visiting some old friends of her parents for a few days.

     “Yeah.” Danny replied.  “He drew one picture yesterday, and two today.  He seems to enjoy it.  Plus, he seems to like Susie Carmichael a lot.”

     “Who’s Susie Carmichael?”

     Tommy answered Sam’s question for Danny.  “Susie’s my new next door neighbor!  She moved up here ‘cause her daddy’s job moved here from a different town.”

     “Wait a minute!” Tucker exclaimed.  “Jobs can move to different towns?”

     Tommy was about to say something to Tucker, when Danny interrupted.  “I’m not going to explain it again Tommy.” he said.  Then he continued.  “Anyway, I think I hear footsteps.  We’d better stop talking about ‘you know who’ now.”

     A few seconds later, Chuckie and Susie entered Tommy’s room.

     “Hi’ya, guys!” Susie exclaimed.  “What are you doing?”

     “Hi’ya, Susie!” Tommy greeted his new neighbor.  “Me and Danny were just talking to our friends Sam and Tucker.  Do you wanna say hi?”

     Susie smiled and nodded.  “Sure, why not?”

     Tommy scooted over so Susie and Chuckie could have a spot to sit on the floor.  “It’s on speaker phone, so you don’t haves to picks up the phone.” he explained.

     After a couple of brief introductions, Susie chatted with Sam and Tucker for a few minutes.  “I can’t wait to meet you guys in person.” she said, happily.  “You both seem very nice.”

     “Thanks, Susie!” Sam exclaimed.  “You seem very nice too!”

     “Thanks, Sam!”

     Didi came upstairs to check on the four of them.  “Okay, kids!  It’s time to get off the phone!”

     Danny smiled at her.  “Okay, Mrs. Pickles.  I’ll be downstairs in a second!”

     Chuckie, Susie, and Tommy said goodbye to Sam and Tucker, and toddled out of the room.

     Once Danny was sure his friends were out of earshot, he said, “Okay, you guys, I have to go downstairs, but before I do, I have a couple of things to tell you.”

     “Go ahead, dude!” Tucker said, excitedly.  He knew when Danny had something important to say just to him and Sam, it meant business.  Fun business that is.

     “Okay.” Danny glanced back out of Tommy’s bedroom door just to make sure the babies weren’t listening in.  They weren’t.  “First of all, since Chuckie is into artwork now, Mrs. Pickles is taking us to an art museum later today.”

     “That’s so cool!” Sam exclaimed.

     Danny nodded, even though his friends couldn’t see him doing it.  “The only thing is, is that the babies don’t know yet.  Mrs. Pickles said I’m not allowed to tell them.”

     “Why?” Tucker asked.

     “I don’t know.  To surprise them I guess.”

     “Anyway,” Sam interrupted him, “what else were you going to tell us?”

     Danny grinned.  “I think we have a new ghost group member!”

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     About an hour and a half later, the four of them were on their way to the art museum.  Stu and Didi Pickles had already told them they were going after lunch.  As promised, Danny pretended to be surprised.

    Danny, who was looking out the car window moments before, glanced at Chuckie, who was sitting two seats away from him on his left.  He was holding a small, red folder with both hands, and grinning excitedly.  Didi had been to this museum before, and had told the kids that there was a Children’s Art Center where people posted up the kids artwork on the walls.

Chuckie was looking forward to it, and hoped that at least one of his three pictures would get picked.

     When they got to the museum, and found a good parking spot, the four kids were looking forward to see what kind of artistic creations were waiting for them.  Chuckie was practically trying to pull Didi across the street.  He was so excited.

      “My goodness!” Didi exclaimed, surprised.  “Chuckie, dear, slow down!  Any minute your going to pull my arm out of its socket!”

      Tommy, who was holding Stu’s left hand, glanced at his mother worriedly.

      Danny smiled at his playmate from Stu’s right.  “It’s just an expression, Tommy.” he explained.

      Tommy grinned with relief, and quickly nodded.

      Soon enough, the six of them entered the doors to the art museum.  The babies stared around in awe.  There were sculptures, drawings, and paintings everywhere.  It was like someone took all of their imaginations out of their heads, and created it into a place full of color.  They had never seen anything like it.

     Chuckie was smiling all over the museum.  He enjoyed the fact that something he loved to do was all in this one big place.  He stopped looking around when he spotted a picture that really caught his eye.

     “Hey, Danny!” Chuckie called out.  “Come here!”

     Danny quickly hurried to where his friend was standing.  “What is it, Chuck?” he asked.

     Chuckie pointed to the painting he was looking at.  “Who’s that girl in that painting?” he questioned.

     Danny glanced at who Chuckie was talking about, and smiled.  “That’s the Mona Lisa.” he answered.  “But this is just a copy of the painting.  The real one is somewhere else in the United States.”

     Chuckie tilted his head, trying to look at the picture from different angles.  “Really?” he asked.  Then he paused.  “Wait a minute!  Her name’s the Moaning Lisa, but she’s not moaning.” He paused again, then walked off to take a look at the next picture.  “That’s inneresting!”

     Danny was a little surprised by what Chuckie had just said.  He had never said something was ‘inneresting’ in his whole life!  Danny shrugged it off, thinking it was something he was saying because of his new hobby, and pulled his museum directory out of his left vest pocket.  He walked over to where Didi was and told her he was going to take a look at some of the paintings.

     Didi smiled and nodded.  “Alright.” she agreed.  “Just stay where I can see you, Danny.”

     “Thanks, Mrs. Pickles!” Danny exclaimed.

     He quickly opened his directory, and looked at the column where the paintings were.  Danny soon decided to take a look at the painting called ‘The Scream’.  He had never seen that one before.  He quickly walked down the hall.

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