Disclaimer: I wish I wish I owned Danny Phantom! Desiree: -turns me into Butch Hartman- AHHHHHHHHH! CHANGE ME BACK CHANGE ME BACK! -is changed back-

Summary: "You know you're career's down the toilet when you're doing that!" Danny yelled as he howled with laughter.

Rating: K

Inspiration: The commercial. No real idea on why I did this. OTHER THAN THOSE GUYS SHOULD HAVE THEIR OWN MUSICAL ALBUM OR SOMETHING

Pairings: None

Warnings: Really short; no real point of this story

Other Notes: Potatoes

"We'll be back soon kids!" Maddie called out as she put on a jacket. "Your father and I are going to get some hot fudge."

At the word fudge, Jack cheered and ran out into the snow towards the Fenton RV.

Danny raised an eyebrow at his father as he acted like a little kid on Christmas morning. Jack was bouncing impatiently in the RV, waiting for Maddie. The second she was inside and buckled, he zoomed down the road.

Jazz sighed as she flipped through the TV channels. Suddenly, she stopped at a commercial with wide eyes.

"Uh, Danny?" Jazz said, motioning for her brother to pay attention. Danny took one glance and burst into laughter.

"You know you're career's down the toilet when you're doing that!" Danny yelled as he howled with laughter.

There was Ember on the TV, in her pirate outfit from Pirate Radio. She was playing her guitar, her ghostly band also dressed in pirate outfits. Ember looked like she really wanted to murder somebody, but was forcing a smile as she sang.

"They say a girl should always dress for the job she wants

So why am I dressed like a pirate in this restaurant

It's all because some hacker stole my identity

Now I'm in here every evening serving chowder and ice tea

Should'a gone to free credit report dot com

I could'a seen this comin' at me like an atom bomb

They monitor your credit and send you e-mail alerts

So you don't end up selling fish to tourists in t-shirts!"

Danny wiped a tear from his eye. Jazz was having problems holding in snickers of amusement herself.

"Next time it comes on, record it," Danny ordered. Jazz immediately made sure the TiVo was ready to record.

They didn't have to wait long. About a half hour later, another commercial came on. This time Ember was in a Renaissance-style dress. She still looked like she secretly wanted to murder the chickens that were pecking at some chicken feed in front of her.

"I was getting depressed 'cause of all the stress I was feeling at home

Had a poor credit score and the number would haunt me wherever I'd go

Thought I'd move to a place where my credit could stink and nobody would care

I just wish that somebody had told me that place was a Renaissance Fair!

Free Credit Report dot com!

Tell your friends, tell your dad, tell you mom!

Never mind, they've been singing our songs

Since we first showed up with our pirate hats on!

So if you're not into fake sword fights,

Pointy slippers or green wool tights

Take a tip from a knight who knows

Free Credit Report dot com, let's go!"

Ember glared at the chicken in the commercial and kicked it.

"Did you record it?" Danny asked eagerly.

"Got it," Jazz replied, smirking. "Wanna watch it again?"

"Please."