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For our ppc 2023 1st place winner, @constellaj: an all new EXCLUSIVE dvd bluray copy of PHANTOM PLANET!!! now with NEVER BEFORE SEEN bonus content lasting 69 additional minutes!!! written and animated by Butch Hartman himself! WOW!!!! arent you so glad you won?????
As a prize for @foster-cynical who voted in the betting booth for our 1st place winner constellaj, a gallon of 2% ectomilk! Don’t drink it all in one place!
For our ppc 2023 2nd place winner, @ghostsray: a fresh ghegg-scented bottle of shower gel! May attract blob ghosts. Dennys is not responsible for any ghost cannibalism that may occur with use of dennys brand shower gel. Do not eat.
For our 2023 phight club 3rd place winner @peachdoxie: your very own single PPC-themed Heely! (left shoe only right shoe not included) (do not attempt to heely in the denny’s parking lot) (dennys staff is not responsible for potholes to another dimension)
Special 100% Denny’s approved prize for PPC 2023 runner up, @englandamericaitaly! Machine wash cold with like colors hang to dry do not iron do not pass go do not collect $200 swim at own risk
"Ah, if only Mads were here to see this." Jack Fenton wiped a tear of joy from his eye as the Janitorial Squad power washed the arena. "Any chance you'll do reruns?"
"Uh…"
"Let's just say 'no,'" Vic answered for Tali.
"Sounds good to me." They nodded. "I just wasn't sure if he meant on video, or in person."
"Oh. Well in that case, I can send him home with the security footage. Might keep him entertained enough to stay out of our business."
"Great idea as always, Vic."
The phinal phighters phloated out into the ring below.
“Wait a second.” Danny frowned, squinting at one of the phighters. “Is that… Dash?”
“Dash Backstreet? That football player my son’s buddies with?” Jack nearly jumped out of his seat, but Vic and Lexx managed to hold him down. “Let me at ‘im! There’s no way I’m letting my son go to school with a ghost!”
“So Phantom Planet wasn’t canon after all. Cool.” Tali nodded. They weren’t concerned about Jack right now; Lexx and Vic were applying Denny’s maple syrup to the back of his jumpsuit, which would keep him stuck in his seat even without them restraining him. “And no, that’s not Dash Baxter. That’s Angie Constellaj, one of our two phinalists. She/her for the good ghost, please.”
Angie spun her football on the tip of her finger and winked.
“No such thing as a good ghost,” Jack muttered, but Tali ignored him.
“And our other phinalist is the effervescent Ray (Ghostsray), formerly known as Void. Let’s give them both an explosive welcome!”
Ray tipped their green baseball cap as confetti cannons went off around the arena. The hat filled up with the confetti, which was in the shape of tiny Danno faces. The paper Dannos scattered in Ray’s hair when they put the hat back on. Luckily, Jack was too far away to notice that the faces were modeled after his son.
“Will one of our phighters get torn apart, molecule by molecule? Will Constellaj’s football protect her through the final highs and lows of the Phandom Phight Club? Will Ray’s love-and-gun combo shoot its way into our hearts? Will I ever get to finish playing Xenoblade? There’s only one way to find out!” Tali let out an earsplitting DOOT on their kazoo. “Let the Immortal Kombat begin!”
The speakers began playing a mashup of the Mortal Kombat and Danny Phantom theme songs. It didn’t distract Constellaj, who hurled her football with practiced precision.
“Touchdown!” she shouted as it struck home in Ray’s shoulder.
Ray skidded back, pulling the football free. They bandaged the ectoplasm-leaking wound with their purple scarf.
“I’ve been around this block before.” Ray grinned, cocking their gun. “It’s gonna take more than that to knock me out!”
A pink blast erupted from their gun, which Angie dodged by falling to the ground and beginning to do pushups.
“You think she’s taking the kinning too far?” Danny asked.
Tali shrugged. “Whatever keeps her alive—well, dead, I guess—out there is fine by me.”
And it did. While Ray was busy being impressed at Angie’s physical strength, she leapt to her feet.
“Baxter Beam Attack!” she shouted, firing a ray that obliterated Ray.
“But… the power of love…!” Ray gasped, trying to fight back with their own lovebeam.
“Guess you should’ve loved winning more.” Angie grinned.
With an explosion that smelled mostly of old gym socks, Ray was blasted against the pavement. (Not torn apart molecule by molecule, thankfully. It would be difficult to give the 2nd place trophy to someone who’d been vaporized.)
“And with that, we have our winner!” Tali called through the megaphone. “Ray is unable to battle! Congratulations to Angie Constellaj, the winner of our 2023 Phandom Phight Club!”
Amid cheers and shots, the spectators stormed the arena, as if they’d just finished a particularly tense football game. Angie crowdsurfed over the top of them, basking in the victory.
“I hope everyone had a great time,” Tali said, though even through the megaphone they doubted the excited crowd was listening. “Special thanks to Vic and Lexx, who handled just about everything while I was at ghost college. The Phight couldn’t have happened without their hard work. And thanks to everyone who voted and participated in any other way! We hope you’ll stop by the Denny’s for post-Phight refreshments—pancakes that probably won’t have any hairs in them.”
“No promises,” Vic added with a grin.
“If that happens, we’ll throw in a ghegg as emotional compensation,” Lexx chimed in.
“Sounds like a good deal to me,” Tali agreed. “Thanks for coming everyone, and see you on the other side!”
“Jack Fenton?” Tali gaped at Danny, who reclined in the stadium seat beside them. “You let Jack Fenton stay while I was gone?”
On Danny’s other side, Jack Fenton, notoriously ineffective ghost hunter, slurped a (hopefully ectoplasm-free) smoothie.
“Yeah.” Danny shrugged.
“Why?”
Danny shrugged again. “He likes violence.”
“That… is a good point,” Tali admitted through gritted teeth. “But he’s still a ghost hunter.”
“Yeah. So am I.”
“You didn’t destroy the entire Denny’s while fighting Technus!”
“Hey, can you keep it down over there?” Jack asked. “I’m trying to watch these ghosts get torn apart molecule by molecule!”
Tali groaned. But, as Jack had indirectly pointed out, the phighters of the third place match were floating into the ring.
One of them was… a giant peach? Okay. The other ghost held a potato, so this looked like it would be a very nutritious phight.
Tali cleared their throat and squinted at the cue cards Vic had prepared. Then they raised the megaphone.
“Phighting for third place, we have Peach and Andi (Englandamericaitaly)! Congrats on getting this far!”
The crowd cheered, Lexx waving her Danno on a stick enthusiastically. Down in the ring, Andi took a bow. Peach, being a giant peach, didn’t have a waist to mirror the action. Her weapon, a 64-pack of Crayola crayons, wrote a rainbow THANKS on the asphalt instead.
“Now, without further ado… PHIGHT!” Tali dooted their kazoo.
Andi sprang into action. They ran circles around Peach, trying to find the best angle to yeet their potato.
“I don’t see any explosions,” Jack grumbled.
Danny patted his shoulder sympathetically. Did Jack know that Danny was his son? Despite the phinal round’s prompt, it was unclear if Phantom Planet counted as canon.
“Andi is looking for an opening,” Tali announced. “Jack, you may get your wish yet. Yes, they’re going for it! They yeet their potato, and—oooh, that’s gotta hurt!”
The potato exploded against part of Peach’s fuzzy flesh. However, instead of blasting apart into fruity guts or ectoplasm, a pile of chocolate bars tumbled out of the wound.
“Ah! That’s right!” Tali referenced the cue card again. “Peach’s special skill is collecting an unholy amount of chocolate bars! Looks like that candy armor is gonna keep her in the game a little longer.”
Peach prepared her retaliation—a spear of crayons, all sharpened to points.
Andi pulled another potato from behind their back, but their yeet wasn’t fast enough to counter the waxy weapon. The spear lodged in Andi’s chest, then exploded into its individual crayon components.
“Yeesh. That’s gonna be a tough one to come back from.” Tali grimaced as Jack whooped.
“WOOO! THAT’S WHAT I CALL MOLECULE BY MOLECULE, BABEY!” Even without a megaphone, the whole stadium could hear him.
“Vic?” Tali said into their walkie-talkie. “You mind dispatching the emergency medical team? …Do we still have one of those?”
“Nope. We’ve got the janitorial staff, though.”
“Eh, close enough. Over.” Tali hung the walkie talkie back on their belt, then picked up the megaphone. “Andi is unable to phight! Peach is the winner of the match, and will take her rightful place as third place victor!”
With her crayons broken in the explosion, Peach couldn’t write anything, but she seemed happy.
(That was how Tali interpreted her peachy glow, anyway.)
Tali stepped over Vlad Plasmius, who lay face-down on the parking lot pavement. Someone had dropped a pile of pancakes on top of him. Strangely, each of them had a hair sticking out of the middle, like a wispy white birthday candle.
“Sorry I’m late,” Tali pushed open the Denny’s doors and breathed in the smells of grease, pancakes, and ectoplasm. “What did I miss?”
“Uh. Everything?” Vic blinked. She stood behind the counter, painting I SURVIVED THE 2023 VLAD DENNY’S TAKEOVER on a series of mugs. “We had to sell the Denny’s to Vlad after we got caught in Jack Fenton and Technus’s collateral damage. Danny beat him up and stole back the deed, though.”
“Oh. Good thing property laws can be solved with violence here.”
Vic nodded.
“Where were you, anyway?”
“Ghost college.” Tali shuddered. “I don’t recommend it.”
On the next mug, Vic crossed out VLAD DENNY’S TAKEOVER and wrote GHOST COLLEGE. Then she filled it with 2% milk and passed it to Tali.
“Thanks,” Tali said. “And thanks for holding down the fort.”
“Restaurant.”
“Whatever.”
“‘Course. I would’ve beat up Vlad myself too, if Danny hadn’t shown up.” Vic grinned. “There’s still the phinal match left, if you wanna commentate.”
Tali nearly spit out their milk.
“There is? Why didn’t you say that??”
“I just did???”
Tali was barely listening. They grabbed their trusty kazoo and flew out to the arena.
Vic sighed.
“They didn’t even finish their milk…”
XXX
Stay tuned for the results of the phinal round coming tomorrow, 1/31/23!
Vlad, I'm so FUCKING sick of seeing your face around this Denny's!
So tonight, it's you vs me, Danny Phantom. Right here in this Denny's parking lot.
While everyone votes for their favorite alternate Phantom Planet endings, I will be kicking your ass. I have the power of god and shitposts on my side, and all you have is the power of being sad and alone.
So meet me back here tonight, and we'll fight it out once and for all! And to the rest of you, GO CHOOSE YOUR FINALIST AND SMALL FINALIST WINNERS!
Vlad, I'm so FUCKING sick of seeing your face around this Denny's!
So tonight, it's you vs me, Danny Phantom. Right here in this Denny's parking lot.
While everyone votes for their favorite alternate Phantom Planet endings, I will be kicking your ass. I have the power of god and shitposts on my side, and all you have is the power of being sad and alone.
So meet me back here tonight, and we'll fight it out once and for all! And to the rest of you, GO CHOOSE YOUR FINALIST AND SMALL FINALIST WINNERS!
Soooo my brain is busted rn and I'm still just so beyond thrilled and honored to have made it to the top four of the 2023 Phandom Phight Club!! Because I have no creative juice left and this satisfaction with placing in the top, I was not able to dedicate much to the Phinals. I still like what I wrote and I'm happy to submit it, though. Thank you to the incredible mods, my fellow participants, and everyone who joined in by voting and interacting!!
Also, I couldn't think of an actual worse version of events than canon (and it didn't feel right to do a calligraphy of the word "canon" like my initial thought was lmao), so this is more "worst version of post-canon-Phantom Planet."
So it made sense, as far as typical logic goes, that the assumed end of the world would lead to some poor decisions in the short amount of time given. And while Danny and his friends and family had spent that time working to save the world, most others in Amity Park were acting much like the rest of the world with some small exceptions here and there from those who were overly confident in Phantom's ability to save the Earth on time.
It, therefore, meant that the series of events after the fact was downright wild to him. Thirteen pregnancies among the students of Casper High; the entire basketball team, most of the football team (there was a lot of overlap to be fair), and half the cheer squad failed the next drug tests required to be on the teams again when the time came; the school year was extended by three weeks since obviously the students stopped going as soon as they thought they were dead; and he desperately did not even want to know why Lancer and Tetslaff refused to look at each other now.
