ONE SHOT OF EPIC RANDOMENESS
Danny rubbed his neck, he was so sore. He's fought, but defeated, six ghost that day (and the box ghost ten times but he wasn't much of a threat). Danny fell against his pillow and sighed closing his eyes. Almost immediately his ghost sense when off.
"Come on, when am I going to get a break around here." He stood up taking a fighting stance and going ghost.
"BEWARE!"
"Wow, who are you… and are you taking lessons from the box ghost?" Danny asked pointing at the ghost hovering in front of him. It looked like a giant ice cream cone. Danny was attacked by the ice cream from the floating cone and splattered against the wall.
"Wow, I feel like I'm five years old again." Danny joked phasing back through the wall then grabbing the cone like ghost and throwing it through the floor. (the ghost had the sense to go intangible first). Danny followed it down into the kitchen.
"What is so scary about ice cream anyway?" Danny asked.
"It is high I calories!" Danny sighed recognizing that voice.
"What did you ditch the box gig?" he said pulling out a Fenton Thermos.
"No, now beware my boxed ice cream, OF DEATH!" the boxy ghost, or boxed ice cream ghost shouted. Two boxes full of popsicles attacked Danny, he glared at the box ghost.
"And now for my final trick…" the popsicles shocked Danny and he was forced to change back. Danny sighed on the ground, getting up and looking at his hand.
"Well that was new." He then looked up at the ice cream box ghost.
"Going ghost!" Danny shouted, a strong hand clamped onto his shoulder, Danny turned, "Aw crud…" he looked from his parents to the box ghost then down at his hands.
"Danny?" His mom asked behind her husband. Danny sighed.
"You know I imagined this going hundreds of different ways, this was not one of them." Danny sighed, he glared at the box ghost who had abandoned the ice cream.
"To think, ratted out by ice cream." Danny sighed uncapping the thermos and sucking the box ghost in, afterward he turned to his parents.
"I think we need to talk."