The little one just needs a hug, Vlad puts him on a surgical table to get the ghost out of him, Clearly the kind of parents Danny needs in his life
That’s what I love about Badger Cereal, it’s so dysfunctional. Vlad desperately wants a son but when he finally gets one he accidentally kills him. I really think there's something to be said about how it all panned out. It's not the kind of fatherhood he wanted. He has this depressed, traumatized husk of a child who comes to him as a desperate last resort. He wants to fix Danny but he doesn't know how. I think Vlad agreeing to remove Danny's ghost half was born out of his own desperation; he doesn't know what else to do. But he'll do whatever he can to get one step closer to what he actually wants.
I think we often forget that Vlad isn't really in this because he actually cares about what's best for Danny. He's thinking about what he wants and how he can soothe his own wounds, even if it's to Danny's detriment. Many parents become parents without the emotional maturity to understand the gravity of raising a real human being. The love and care may seem selfless at times, but at the end of the day they're not doing it for the child's sake. It's for their own. They project onto the child and the child exists to fulfill the parent's fantasy. Vlad is no different.
The Middle East is not a continent. It is a transcontinental region that was coined by the British. It’s not a race or ethnicity. Not all Middle Easterns are Arabs or Muslims and different Middle Eastern Arabs aren’t interchangeable and have their own cultures and dialects. Cultures in the Middle Eastern are diverse. We are not homogenous. There is no one Middle Eastern culture. Okay? Okay.
Can’t believe I have to say it but “Arab/Islamic World” is not a good replacement term for Middle East, it’s actually worse and even more orientalist, don’t recommend that or use it. All have colonial roots.
Just be specific. If you’re talking about a specific group, then there is really no need to say Middle East . There are quite a few replacement terms for Middle East, all of which have their own issues and problems but just try to be specific. If you’re talking about certain countries, say the countries, if you’re talking about a specific group, then say the group. Same goes for language, region, continent etc.
n this part, the show was poorly written, and he was the character who could have been most explored and developed in the script, but they portrayed him superficially. Many times he acted in ways that many people in real life would react to the traumatic events of being injured and becoming ill in an accident caused by a college friend, and having to go through the discovery of his powers alone. Unlike Danny, who had the support of his friends Sam and Tucker, and even some ghosts.
Without making it a competition of misfortune or negating the bad things Vlad did, these are normal behavioral responses to negative events and circumstances.
Have you ever thought about how Danny might be and act if he didn't have Sam and Tucker? He would basically become "Vlad II", and probably the first person he would take revenge on would be Dash for all the bullying, and he might even force Paulina to fall in love with him. It was his friends who kept him strong and still following moral and ethical principles.
An unfinished comic of my own take on the classic Danny-Vlad body swap scenario; envisioned as a true homage to Freaky Friday, this version is called Typical Tuesday.
A lengthy description of the ensuing silliness (that is entirely an excuse to peddle my theater-kid-Vlad agenda) is under the cut.
Danny and Vlad reluctantly agree to live each other's lives to the best of their abilities for a day, since they both have pressing engagements they can't miss, and then beat up the mind ghost who switched them around at the beginning (they were fighting in the Ghost Zone and disturbed Psyche, who promptly zapped both of them so they could "learn to see past their differences and get along").
During that day, Vlad goes to Casper High and is immediately found out by Sam and Tucker, who take it surprisingly well, besides Sam's totally unprovoked burst of violence. Before going to class, they try to bring a wildly out-of-touch Vlad up to speed on what kids are into these days.
Vlad directs a snide remark towards Dash, who barely understands what he said but stuffs him in a trash can anyway.
"Some things never change, huh?" Sam says.
They're doing a Shakespeare unit in Lancer's class, and it just so happens that it's presentation day. Danny insisted that he can't miss it because if he does it will tank his grade, and Sam in particular threatens that "he'd better not ruin this for Danny, or else." Vlad glances over Danny's note cards, rolls his eyes, and launches into an extremely dramatic recital of Hamlet's "To be or not to be" monologue. When he's done the entire class is staring in varying degrees of WTF at him, including Lancer, who wipes tears away and proclaims "Midsummer Night's Dream! If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were possessed by the spirit of a true thespian, Mr. Fenton!"
"Why, thank you, Mr. Prancer," Vlad replies modestly.
At lunch afterwards, Sam demands answers. "What, you're a Shakespeare buff in addition to being an evil billionaire supervillain? How many cliches do you need?"
"I am a man of many talents, Samantha, and I don't appreciate being labeled as a supervillain," Vlad replies without a hint of irony, sitting in between her and Tucker and displaying no interest in the tray of cafeteria slop in front of him.
"Oh, I'm sorry! How about 'creepy criminal dirt bag'? That any better?"
"So," Tucker interjects mildly. "How long were you in your high school's drama club?"
"All four years," Vlad says without thinking and then looks ruffled that Tucker clocked him so easily.
"Ohhh," Sam drawls. "Yeah. That makes almost too much sense."
Vlad goes on to recount the story of his high school's Hamlet production during his senior year, how he obviously had auditioned for the title role and poured his heart into it, only to lose the it to a freckly, snot-nosed freshman because the director was his mother.
"I have never forgiven them," Vlad says, brimming with decades of unresolved theater kid angst.
"Uh huh," Sam rolls her eyes, completely unimpressed. "So who did you end up being? Tree no. 2?"
"Nah," says Tucker knowingly. "Not Tree no. 2. You got cast as Hamlet's creepy, murderous uncle, didn't you?"
Vlad twists Danny's face into something absolutely medusan and looks like he wants to say something, but doesn't.
"I'm not hearing a no, dude."
Meanwhile, Danny stumbles his way through corporate meetings, gets tired of spending Vlad's money on dumb stuff, realizes just how empty, lonely, and boring his mansion is, and finds himself on FentonWorks's doorstep. He spends a great deal of this adventure hanging out with his own parents as Vlad, which barely ranks in the top 5 weirdest things that he's ever done.
Back at Casper High, Sam and Tucker have to practically throw Vlad at the attacking ghost of the day, which he complains about the entire time.
I haven't fleshed out the climax of this story as much, but Danny and Vlad manage to trip their way through fighting Psyche and all is made right in the end. The two of them elect to learn absolutely nothing from this incident specifically to spite the mind ghost and continue with business as usual.
EPILOGUE:
"It's good to have you back, man," Tucker says to Danny the following day, somewhere in one of Casper High's hallways.
"It's good to be back," Danny agrees. "Thanks for keeping Vlad in check while I was gone, guys. That must have been an ordeal."
"Uh," Sam says, but is interrupted by a few other students walking by.
"Hey, Danny!" one of them says. "Wow, dude, we're still reeling from from the other day. We had no idea you could sing that well."
"Yeah, congrats on landing the title role!" the other exclaims.
A sinking feeling begins to form. "Um, guys? What are they talking about?" Danny asks, but then Mr Lancer appears and begins shaking his hand enthusiastically.
"Mr. Fenton, we on the faculty had no idea you had such talent, but after yesterday we expect great things from you, young man!"
"Guys, what did Vlad do?!" Danny hisses, and Sam sheepishly rubs her arm while Tucker looks at the ceiling awkwardly. "We tried to stop him, Danny. Honestly, we did."
YESTERDAY. Vlad, in Danny's body, freezes midstep in the hallway, a bulletin catching his eye. He reaches up, intent, and pulls it from the wall. It's a colorful poster with bold lettering and a pixelated jpeg of a distinctive white theater mask. CASPER HIGH PRESENTS: THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. AUDITIONS TODAY ONLY!
A smile-- tight-lipped, wide, and unmistakably, gloriously evil--spreads slowly over his face.
Meanwhile, Vlad sits at his desk with his cat in his lap. The phone rings. He snatches it off the receiver furiously.
"Hi, this is Bob with the Loony-Bin Psychiatry Clinic. I'm calling to confirm your Thursday therapy appointment--"
"Cancel it," Vlad snarls and hangs up.
The phone rings again. For the thirtieth time.
"Oh, for the love of--!"
The idiot boy must have called every individual therapist listed in the entire phone book.
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