Danny Fenton was, for once, having a relaxing day. His homework was done, it was a Saturday, and there hadn't been any ghost attacks since the day before.
Naturally, the halfa had no idea what to do with himself.
"Guys, I'm serious! I can't seem to sit still, and video games, for once, aren't helping." He tried to explain to his best friends. The three were lounging in his room, Danny laying draped across his bed while Tucker sat beside him and Sam made her place on the floor.
Tucker raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "Video games aren't helping? That's weird, they've always been great for you to relax with between fights before."
"Yeah," Sam cut in, "But that's usually only for a few minutes at a time before something else pops up. It's not surprising that you don't know what to do with yourself, Danny."
The halfa sighed, but then abruptly sat up with an odd look on his face.
His friends exchanged a concerned glance before Sam questioned him, "Danny? What's wrong?"
"If there's an upside to this situation other than the ghost attacks, it's that my mind is wandering a lot," Danny started, shaking slightly with barely repressed laughter, "I just realized something."
"Yeah?" Tucker prodded.
"If Dan Phantom is a fusion of my ghost half and Vlad's…"
"Go on?"
"...Shouldn't he be called Daddy Phamius?"
The three of them stared at each other in silence for a long moment before Sam spoke up. Loudly.
"Danny, oh my god."