DISCLAIMER: Again, I state, Danny Phantom belongs to Butch Hartman. This fanfic I wrote is just for fun.
Back at Fenton Works, Danny had just arrived at his blatantly obvious home and quickly rushed inside. He panted heavily as he dropped his backpack on the table and began to rummage through the fridge for something to eat. In the back of his mind, he silently prayed that his father hadn't eaten the last piece of fudge that was made as celebration for past events.
"Danny, is that you?" a deep male voice called out.
"Huh?" the half-ghost hit his head on the fridge's door, "OW! Y-Yeah, I'm here"
He rubbed his head and winced slightly as he closed the fridge door and looked to see his father had entered the kitchen as well. Quickly opening the fridge and grabbing an ice-pack, Danny sat down at the table and placed said ice-pack on his aching forehead.
"How's my hero doing." Jack Fenton said as he began to work on the Fenton Crammer, "Catch any ghosts today"
Danny shrugged, "Not really. I just had to send Cujo back into the Ghost-Zone before he dug up the entire football field. And, that's about it"
"Cujo?" the ghost-hunting father pondered for a moment, "You mean that ghost-wolf thing"
"No, that would be Wulf." Danny corrected, "Cujo is that ghost-dog that tends to get out and cause trouble from time to time. He's a good dog...just, well"
"He needs a lot of attention." Jack nodded knowing how much of a handful dogs could be...and that was just when they were living dogs.
It was then that Danny noticed what looked like a bottle of soda on the table. Without so much second thought, he took it and guzzled down every last drop of the liquid contained inside. And, immediately, he regretted it. His face had an expression of disgust and bitterness from the taste of the soda. To put it bluntly, Danny felt like he had just drank a bottle full of earwax.
However, the awful taste became the least of his worries as his stomach began to painfully swell and expand. Danny stumbled over backwards as his belly continued to inflate like a balloon until it was twice its normal size. The ice-pack he once held fell onto the kitchen floor with an almost comical thud. He groaned in agony as the gas continued to push against his engorged self, and he silently wondered if this was how a balloon felt after being inflated. In fact, he could clearly hear the soda sloshing about inside his body causing his distended belly to painfully jiggle about.
His father noticed him and frowned in concern, "Danny, did you drink that"
"Y-Yes..." the half-ghost barely groaned feeling like he would burst at any minute.
"That was ecto-soda." Jack sighed, "It's an untested anti-ghost chemical. Danny, you could've been killed. The soda causes painful swelling and bloating in ghosts while severely weakening their powers"
He then walked over to his son and placed his hand on his gut. Danny visibly winced in pain even though his father's hand was barely on the half-ghost's oversized belly. To his surprise, Jack gently pushed down on Danny's stomach causing the half-ghost to emit a rather loud and sickening belch. Immediately afterwards, Danny's stomach shrank back down to its normal size.
"Feel better?" Jack asked.
"Yeah," Danny smiled weakly, "I do. Erm...sorry about"
"It's ok." the ghost-hunting father smiled, "Just remember to be more careful next time"
The half-ghost merely nodded before heading upstairs and getting ready to hang out with his friends.
Author's Notes: Again, thanks for all the reviews. The next chapter is coming soon. And, yes, as many of you have figured out, the ghost who is working for Freakshow is Dan...so, I'll just call him that in order to avoid confusion.