Oh my GOSH! I was at Petco to get Fluke toys and treats, when I saw an African Grey Named Phantom they claimed he was 6 months old but when I looked into his eyes it was a pale yellow! I was so Steamed how would they buyer know he's not really old and about to die? I was so mad I yelled at the bird department. He was up for sale for $1,500 dollars! I can buy a properly weaned, flighted, and taken care of Breeding pair of grey's for that much where I come from. I was so angry I just left the store forgetting about Fluke. On the trip home I remembered fluke and stopped at another near-by pet store to get him treats and toys. Don't shop at Petco!"

-Some random person who decided to share this tragic news with the internet.

Danny Phantom is going to get a parrot.

"Danny! Can you come down here?"

The voice was faint, but easily recognisable. My gaze immediately went towards my bedroom doorway, and after a moment of deliberation, I quickly rose from my seat and walked out into the hall and peered downstairs.

I froze mid-step, eyes widening in sudden fear. Mom was standing at the bottom of the stairs holding what could only be my report card, an unreadable expression adorning her pale features. My mind instantly went into excuse mode, fumbling for a reason –any reason- to get out of the situation about to unfold. I even briefly considered using my invisibility and returning to my bedroom, but I quickly waved the notion away, knowing that she had long since sighted me already and that any rash acts would only lead to further problems.

"Danny, what were you doing upstairs? You're never home in the afternoon." She questioned, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. The expression had me floundering, knowing from past experiences that suspicion was a definite sign of trouble.

"Uhhh...Homework?" I replied, my uncertainty making the phrase to sound like a question. I swallowed deeply, then slowly walked down the stairs with a –hopefully- blank expression, deciding to play innocent.

The answer hadn't been a lie, after all. I actually had been doing my homework, thanks to Jazz's intervening. She'd known I'd been having trouble juggling schoolwork and ghost fighting, and had devised a plan to hopefully get my grades up. Being the favoured student she is, Jazz had convinced Mr. Lancer to give me homework in advance, essentially giving me more time to complete it. Then when I do have the time to actually attempt the work, Jazz sits down with me and helps me through it; making the process go a lot faster than it normally would.

As a result, I'd been getting my work handed in on time, not to mention actually completed, much to the elation of my teachers. Hopefully the recent improvement would be enough to make my report card slightly less disappointing for my parents. Or at least not result in another grounding...

"So, Mom, what's up? Do you need something?" I asked conversationally, rocking back on my heels and pretending not to notice the slip of paper in her hand.

"Danny, look at your report card!" She exclaimed, waving it in my face excitably. "It's amazing! Your grades have improved drastically! I still can't get over it..." She beamed, mouth pulling into a smile. Wait.

"Still? What do you mean still?"

"Oh Danny, this came in the mail a few hours ago while you were still at school." She said dismissively. "Your father and I have been talking about it, and we've decided to reward you for your effort with a little surprise!" Mom clapped her hands together and gave an excited giggle.

I smiled. "A raise in my allowance!?" Now I could get the new version of Doomed.

"No silly!" She exclaimed. "I'll give you a clue...It starts with a P."

Darn. Goodbye Doomed. "Uhhhhhhh…"

"A parrot!" Mom replied enthusiastically.

"...Why a parrot, Mom?" I asked with a fake grin, not wanting to upset her. I watched as she launched into her explanation, growing more and more confused by the second.

"Well your father and I were talking about how we could reward your efforts in school, and your father told me what he had wanted when he was your age. He said that he had worked hard in school so he could get a pony. Though, unfortunately, there were some things going on during that time that meant he couldn't get one...

"Anyway, I told your father that we didn't have room for a pony, so we thought of something that was close and we came up with Parrot!" Mom grinned.

"How is a parrot related to a pony?" I asked, dumbfounded. What in the world possessed them to think I would want a pony? I'd never shown an interest in them my whole life!

"Well it's a pet that starts with the letter P, and besides, they're pretty easy to take care of." Mom explained, looking down at my report card again with an expression of pride.

I couldn't help but smile. They were only trying to do something nice, after all... even if it was a little strange. "Oh okay. So when do I get one?"

"Well, I think we should go Saturday so that you have time to think about which one you want, plus, it wouldn't hurt to do a little research." She clarified, smiling at the end as she pocketed the piece of paper.

"Oh, ok...cool. Thanks mom!" I said, giving her a kiss on the cheek before turning and heading upstairs. Once I reached the top I saw Mom smile and start to hum happily. I smiled too.

So this is what it feels like to be Jazz.

What's this? Another multi-chapter fic?! When I haven't finished my other one!? *Gets beaten by angry readers* AHHH STOP! Well at least this chapter has been re-edited by my beta Phantoms-apprentice98

Anyway I decided to write this because the idea was bugging me. I copy and pasted the stuff in italics from a website I was on, and that is what gave me the idea to write this. So yeah... other edited chapters coming soon!

~Diana Phantom