Happy Thanksgiving! I don't know how to cook and I don't own Danny Phantom.
So far, Danny thought Thanksgiving was going smoothly. Though his mother's parents hadn't arrived yet, his father and grandmother were each doing needlepoint on the couch, and Aunt Alicia had just set a rhubarb pie – which Danny was not touching – next to Danny's grandfather's homemade broccoli casserole. Danny himself was helping Maddie make some last-minute gravy while Jazz stirred some yams.
"Danny, could you put the salt and pepper in for me?" Maddie called over her shoulder as she reached in the refrigerator to grab the milk for the gravy. Her son shook the in seasoning as Maddie poured the ice-cold milk.
The glowing green milk, Danny saw with a jolt. Maddie jerked the carton back as soon as she too saw, and Danny shot an ice-ray at the ectoplasm already falling into the pan in an attempt to stop it. He only succeeded in encasing the entire pan just as the slimy substance melded into the contents below and the ice began to glow an increasing green. Amethyst eyes met two pairs of aquamarine. "Going ghost!"
"Did somebody say ghost?" Jack bellowed, charging into the kitchen with a Fenton Bazooka seemingly pulled from thin air. Maddie and Jazz readied their ecto-pistols and Danny's powered up an ecto-blast just as the ice melted into vapor.
An unshapen green-brown monster emerged from the steam, its mouth opened in a gurgling roar. It reached out with a goopy arm and ate the yams still cooking next to it, pan, spoon, and all. With a chorus of shouts, bolts of green energy were shot at it from each of the Fentons, but were absorbed into the ghostly blob.
Relentless, Jack grabbed one of the leftover yams from Jazz's candied yams and threw it into the ghost's gaping maw as it roared again. "Take that, ghost!" Its roar was abruptly cut off as it seemed to choke on the tuber, but then swallowed it. The ghost roared even louder than before and threw Jack into the far wall, leaving a Jack shaped imprint.
"Leave my husband alone you putrid blob of ectoplasm!" Maddie yelled as she pulled an ecto-staff from her belt and swung it towards the ghost's semblance of a head.
In the living room, Aunt Alicia looked up from her whittling. "Y'all hear something?" Danny's grandmother and grandfather each glanced up from their needlepoint and book of the paranormal, then shook their heads.
Back in the kitchen, the other Fenton's were still in battle. "You need to chill out!" he yelled as he tried to freeze the mixture of gravy, yams, and now rhubarb pie. The ethereal ice stopped the blob for a moment before it broke free again. Danny put a shield around himself and his parents as the ghost pounded a fist towards the floor. "Wait, where's Jazz?" Danny asked, panicked. He watched the ghost with dreading realization as it swallowed a bowl of mashed potatoes. "I'm coming Jazz!" he released the shield and swung a flurry of kicks and punches at the growing blob.
"Danny, get back!" Jazz ordered from the kitchen doorway, a Fenton Thermos in hand.
"Not now, Jazz! I have to rescue yo—oh," Danny facepalmed. "You went to get a thermos after the ecto-blasts didn't work." He swiftly backed away as Jazz activated the thermos, turning back to Fenton as a precaution. I don't want there to be even a chance of being stuck in there with Aunt Alicia's rhubarb.
Jack dusted the remaining bits of drywall of his jumpsuit and cleared his throat. "Well, at least the turkey didn't come to life this time."
Well, that's it. Hope you have a good Thanksgiving!