That One Phanfiction

Fourteen

"Well, we already have half a soft taco and 3 cups of lemon juice right in our kitchen," Phil told Dan after rummaging through the kitchen.

Dan sighed. "Great. So what's next?"

A horse stood tall in a field.

"How do you make a horse cry?" Phil asked himself. "Can horses even cry?"

"You're a stupid, worthless piece of meat and you'll never be a scientist, you brain-dead, mindless animal!" Dan shouted.

The horse shed a tear*, and Phil caught it in a jar. "Well, not the way I would've done it, but... y'know." Phil said.

Next, an active volcano was just sitting all active-volcano-like in the distance. A patch of white flowers grew by the hot lava.

Dan gasped. "The flowers!"

Phil smiled. "This sure is convenient to the plot! It's almost as if the author couldn't think of anything interesting!"

Dan sighed. "You're talking like Tony now!"

Phil shrugged. "I kind of like it."

They were down to the last ingredient: the hair of whomever needs the antidote.

But Dan was a plant.

He didn't have hair.

Phil sighed. "What happened to your hairbrush?" He asked his buddy.

"I lost it," Dan replied.

"You lost it?" Phil asked. "You lost a hairbrush? How do you lose a hairbrush?"

"Hey, are we trying to turn me human again, or play the Make Fun Of Dan game?" Dan asked.

"I was thinking a little bit of both." Phil said sarcastically. Just as he was about to bite into a potato crisp, he noticed a small hair on said crisp. "Wait! Who was the last to eat these crisps?"

"Me?" Dan said.

"This has to be your hair!" Phil plucked it off. "Guess what, Dan, you're going to be human again!"

*No horses were harmed physically or mentally in the making of this chapter.