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
Saturday, April 14, 2012
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.
L L L L
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!”
J J J J
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
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