Well, here it is-my series of short, unrelated oneshots. I hope that you all like them, and don't find them too random.
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom!
The Fenton RV backed out of its parking space at the Nasty Burger's parking lot and slowly made its way around the perimeter of the lot.
"Okay, I think you've got the hang of basic maneuvering. Time to take her onto the actual road." Sixteen-year-old Danny Fenton followed his father's instructions and brought the RV onto the road.
"Thanks for taking me driving, Dad."
"Danny, Danny, Danny. It's every father's job to teach their son how to drive. Just like shaving and the birds and the bees!" Danny rolled his eyes. "Now, if the speed limit sign says twenty, how fast should you be going?"
"Well, you once said that you could go up to 5 mph over the limit without getting a ticket so…25?"
"Wrong. The speed you go at is determined by the conditions of the road that day."
"Gotcha."
"Okay, so you're driving along at the limit, and it starts to drizzle lightly. What do you do?" Danny inched his foot off the acceleration and pressed the button that would turn on the windshield wipers.
"Very good, son! Now, the next thing you need to know is that a good driver is ready for anything. So, you're driving along and suddenly, A GHOST ATTACKS!"
"Dad, I really don't think-"
"GHOST! GHOST! GHOST!" Danny sighed and pressed the big red button that activated the RV's weapons. Four large energy guns popped out of the vehicle's interior.
"Okay, okay, I've activated the anti-ghost weapons."
"There, now that wasn't too hard, was it?" the RV pulled up to FentonWorks. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I really need to use the little ghost hunter's room." Jack jumped out of his seat and ran out of the RV and into the house.
"Dad, isn't there a bathroom in the RV?" Danny tried to ask, but the man was long gone. The halfa sighed and turned off the RV. All of a sudden, a portly blue ghost flew out of the house.
"I am the Box Ghost!" Danny eyed the big red button and grinned.