Danny Fenton's son walked into the Fetnton household. His father and grandafther greeted him happilly.
"Hey, dad, wanna know what I named him?" Danny asked Jack with a wide grin.
"What did you name him?" Jack asked, playing along.
"I named him after his mother!"
"Dad, grandad," sam groaned. "I'm thriteen years old. Whe
n are you guys gonna stop."
"After his mother, don't talk back to your elders!" Jack scolded.
"Who are you talking about? I'm dad," danny said.
"I'm not who are you talking about, I'm dad too!"
"Dad 2? Does that make me new and improved?"
"No, that just makes you New. You can't be two people."
"Wait, then who is two people and inproved?"
"Hmm..." Jack thought. "Jazzypants and her husband, of course!"
"Ah, I remember him! His name is Improved of course."
"Of course." Jack nodded sagely.
Sam stared at the them. "Dad, just stop already..."
"Stop already? I don't recall who that is..."
"Grandad, make him stop..."
"New dad, Sam, not him. Don't you know your dad's name?"
Sam walked in. "Hey guys what's going on?"
"Hey sam!" Danny and jack said at the same time. Sam turned to sam. "Are they doing it again."
"Yes." Sam replied.
"Kick him for me."
"No, we've already established that! I'm new dad, that's after his mother, and this is dad two!"
Sam kikcs danny.
"Ow..."
"And this is your final warning before I murder you."
Danny and jack immediately asked, "who's you?"
And they were never seen again
Sam slowly looked up from the paper she was reading. She stared at Danny, who was lying on the floor laughing himself into a tearful fit.
"Danny."
"Y-yes...?" the halfa gasped, hardly able to breathe, which was really saying something since he did not need to breathe half as much as most people.
"I'm revoking your creative writing privileges."
Danny rolled over. He remained limp, eyes blurry and chest heaving for air.
"Danny?"
"Okay."