Danny Phantom One Shots

Fenton vs Tequila

Nineteen. He took nineteen shots. Danny was used to getting shot at but taking shots of tequila was a whole other story.

"Itsssss ma birrffdaaayy!" Danny drooled out as he slung himself on his two friends.

By now, the celebration of the ghost boy's 21st birthday was coming to a close and everything would have ran smoothly if it hadn't been for all the adoring fans of Danny Phantom who kept buying him shots.

"Danny, you are beyond wasted, we need to get you home," Sam said as she helped support her intoxicated boyfriend.

"But thu nightsss justh beginninn," he slurred.

Sam rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile at the idiotic boy leaning on her.

Right as Sam was about to protest, Danny stood and shouted to the bar, "Who wantsh to see uh magick shoooww?"

Everyone in the bar simultaneously cheered, raising their glasses. Danny pulled himself out of Sam's grip and stumbled his way up onto the karaoke stage.

"Look at thish stool. I'm gon make et disapppeear!" Danny said receiving shouts of encouragement from the crowd.

He then managed to use his powers and turn the stool invisible but also made himself invisible. The crowd "ooo'd" and "aaa'd" at his display that he didn't even realize. He became visible after a moment and continued.

"Now, watch az I torn dis waater into icce wif my own handss," he spoke.

By now, Sam and Tucker were face-palming because their friend was such a dork. Danny then dumped the water out of the cup hoping to freeze it into an ice sculpture but his senses were delayed and ended up just pouring it all over the stage.

"Whoopsie oopsie," Danny said sheepishly.

Sam had decided she'd seen enough at this point and went up onto the stage to retrieve her boyfriend and take him home.

"Oooh, ma girlfrand iz takin ma haaand," Danny said as he got pulled off the stage and practically dragged out the door. Tucker shouted his goodbyes from the other end of the bar knowing well enough to not get involved in all that drama.

The chilly, autumn breeze blew past them making them shiver. Sam lugged Danny to where there car was parked... or at least where it was supposed to be parked.

"Where the hell is the car?! I swear to fucking god!" Sam yelled in frustration making Danny laugh.

"Oh, do you drive the silver, 2015 Honda Accord? Yeah that car got towed about twenty minutes ago," some bum sitting outside the bar chimed in.

"Fantastic. Looks like we're walking home tonight, Danny boy," Sam said.

"Or yu know wee could jus flyy. Didju know I'm helf ghost? Ye, I'm Dinny Phuntum," Danny slurred before collapsing onto Sam's shoulders.

"Even better. So now we are just walking home, but I'm carrying an extra body on my shoulders. This night is just peachy," Sam said sarcastically.

She then began her trek home, Danny's arms wrapped around her with his dead weight dragging slightly behind. It was only a 20 minute walk home but it was going to feel like eons.

On the way back, the Box Ghost appeared shouting his usual "Beware!" before assessing the situation in front of him.

"What happened to him?" He asked.

"We were celebrating Danny's 21st but he decided he was just gonna drink the whole bar," Sam replied looking rather frustrated.

"Oh, well I don't wanna be around that so I'm just gonna go admire those boxes over their..." the Box Ghost said as he darted away.

Once Sam finally reached Fenton Works, she dragged Danny up the stairs and plopped him onto his bed, breathing a sigh of relief. Danny just curled into a ball and began snoring so Sam took it upon herself to retrieve some aspirin and water to leave by the bedside table and a note reminding Danny to take the pills and drink all the water.

If she thought tonight was rough, wait til she sees how Danny will act tomorrow...