Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom.

When Daniel Fenton first came into the family, Jasmine Fenton was at first unsure of what to think. She was very happy with her life with Mommy and Daddy, even if their neighbors complained about loud explosions and their weirdness. She didn't know if she wanted a sibling, much less a younger brother.

But when two-and-three-quarter-year-old Jazzy held her brother for the first time, and saw those beautiful blue eyes and heart-melting smiles, she thought she could spare a little room in their family.

That is until they got a little older.

The Fenton family were very well know for their eccentricities; heck, the entire town called the couple ghost-obsessed loons. Jazz herself started to call them that when she reached age six.

Their actual intelligence, however, was overlooked. They were each geniuses in their own field, with Jack being his creativeness and gadgets, and Maddie being her combat training and performance in the field. They both had their degrees in chemical science as well.

Their children were also very intelligent, and both considered geniuses. Jazz was extremely smart, and supposedly had her entire career planned out for psychology. Her knowledge in vocabulary and grammar were evident in the way she spoke, often making adults do double takes.

Danny was smart, like his sister. But while adults say she was very levelheaded and mature for her age, Danny was the complete opposite.

Or as Jazz liked to say, he was the Devil in cute-little-brother-disguise.

Danny Fenton was devious, and extremely clever. And Jazz was positive his main goal in life was make her's living hell.

One of his methods to succeed in his goal: popcorn.

He loved popcorn, and whenever they were at the store he'd beg Mom to get a lifetime supply that he'd finish in about a week. She'd say yes, of course, taken in by that deceiving grin of his. Jazz wasn't fooled.

So when seven-year-old Jazz came to her room after finishing her homework, she was less that pleased to find a few bags worth of popped corn in her bed sheets.

"DANNY!"

Popcorn. Everywhere, every waking minute, there was popcorn. Jazz had woken up to find popcorn in her clothes drawers, dirtying her school wardrobe with the buttery snack.

Popcorn on the floor. On her bed. In the light. On the windowsill. Some were even taped to the walls.

Screaming in rage, Jazz threw open the door of her room, ignoring the plethora of popcorn nestled in her hair, and stomped to her brother's room. She threw open the door, not bothering to knock-

And a cardboard bucket of popcorn kernels fell right onto her head.

She stopped, vaguely registering the loud laughing of her little brother. She lifted the cardboard bucket off her head, letting the kernels cascade onto the floor.

And little Danny just kept laughing and laughing, knowing that his noble sacrifice of his favorite snack had paid off.

Okay, so I probably shouldn't be doing this. A lot of people want me to continue Lost Obsession, and I swear I am. These are just little oneshots that I would rather have written down before I forget them.

Anyway, this new series of one-shots will be mostly dedicated to the Fenton family, and all the antics that involve Danny. Most of them are based off of true stories that my great-aunt told me.

My grandfather died recently, and only after his death am I hearing all these wonderful stories about his childhood. This one in particular was something my G-Pa devised up when he was younger, including the whole cardboard bucket deal.

In essence, this new series will be infrequently updated, mostly based off of stories of my grandfather's childhood. Hope you like it.

Cover image can be found here: art/Kid-jazz-149407377

Until next time.