And here begins my drabble and random oneshot/plot bunny collection. I'm starting to come up with a lot of random ideas that make short fics, but didn't want to start posting them all as individual drabbles and oneshots. If anyone wants to adopt one of my plot bunnies, just let me know in a review or PM and we can work something out. I may use this as a way of bouncing my ideas for multichapter fics off a sounding board to see how much I should work to actually start posting them. Or if I am posting them I may write a couple of spinoffs or alternate endings. Whatever. I'm not entirely sure what exactly I'll be using this for, but it should be a pretty wild ride.

This first drabble was something that I came up with two days after Halloween and just got around to writing. I have a couple of other ideas that I haven't gotten around to also, so I should be posting in this collection rather regularly for a while. No promises on when I'll be putting up more; it depends on my schoolwork and when I have sports stuff.

So, you should all be used to this by now. I am not a guy. Butch Hartman is. Butch Hartman owns Danny Phantom. Therefore, I own nothing except the wonderful plots.

The ten year old boy skipped merrily down the street, looking ahead at the line for the haunted house. It was long, but he had been waiting for this all year; he could wait a bit longer. His mother had deemed him too young for the attraction at last year's Halloween Carnival, and this year he would finally be able to see the ghosts. He'd always been fascinated with the supernatural, but his biggest fascination had always been the sentient spirits that refused to leave this plane of existence.

The child sprinted to the slowly moving line as fast as his legs could carry him. And then the wait began…

Finally, the youngster found himself nearly at the front of the line. The lady at the door asked quizzically, "Are you sure you want to go in? This place is supposed to scare you." He merely grinned and pushed eagerly past her.

Upon entering the house, the boy was immediately somewhat startled by a bed sheet popping out at him from behind an old dust-covered chair. It floated in place for a moment before returning to its hiding spot.

Somewhat disappointed that he wasn't actually being chased; the child nevertheless decided that he would never allow a ghost to scare him again. He was just about to leave the room and move on to the next when another bed sheet floated up from behind the grandfather clock, which immediately began chiming.

Deciding that he was more than a match for the "mean ol' ghosty," the boy made a flying leap, catching the sheet in his wide open arms. He proceeded to attempt to wrestle the "ghost" to the ground. Before he knew it, he was being dragged off of his prey by the lady from the front entrance.

"Son, you're not allowed to touch anything in the haunted house."

He immediately protested, "I was catching the ghost!"

She sighed with barely restrained frustration. "Sweetie, those ghosts aren't real. They're put there in the house to scare you."

The boy shook his head furiously, "Nuh-uh, they're real. All haunted houses have ghosts."

The woman reached over and gently took his arm, guiding him toward the door. "Ghosts don't exist," she insisted. "This house is an attraction, it's not really haunted. There's no such thing as ghosts."

The child's eyes narrowed in determination. "One day I'll show you all. I'm gonna catch a ghost and prove that they're real. No mean ol' ghosty is a match for Jack Fenton!"

Okay, be honest now, how many of you saw that coming? Let me know in a review! This was rather fun to write; I love Jack as a character and think he could be the inspiration of several of my drabbles on here. And if you're planning on flaming me then I win, because you just wasted several minutes of your precious time reading something that you're just going to tell me you hate.

So if you like it feel free to drop me a note; constructive criticism is welcomed. I'll update whenever I have time to write up another idea.