Just a little idea I had.

Jack and Maddie Fenton sat at the kitchen table with a pile of opened envelopes before them. Maddie looked up as Jack began to speak. "Are there any we can skip on?"

"No, these are all things we already used or own; they have to be paid for."

"I... We could sell some of our inventions?"

"No one wants ghost equipment. They have Danny Phantom to save them." Maddie screwed up her nose.

"But we can't cut off my fudge supplies!"

"Jack, we have to."

"Awww... at least cut off stuff from the kids too..."

"We'll talk with them. Kids! Come and sit at the table with me and your father! We have something to discuss!"

"Coming Mom!" Jazz shouted from upstairs.

Danny on the other hand quickly put down the piece of ice he'd been morphing with his powers and ran downstairs. The two of them sat at the table, confused by the morbid atmosphere.

"What's wrong Mom?" Jazz questioned, inquisitive eyes resting on the pile of letters.

"Darling, we're going to have to cut down on bills. Your father and I can only just pay this month's so it's going to be tough."

"Um... Mom?"

"Yes, Danny?"

"I think I might know how we can make more money."

"Do tell."

"Well, I know what I can do anyway but Jazz could be a paid tutor and you could offer lessons in ghost defence and martial arts. Dad could use the Fenton Assault Vehicle to help people who are moving houses or want to move heavy equipment."

"That's a good plan... I didn't know you had such wonderful ideas!"

"Thanks for the vote of confidence." He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

"You know that's not what I meant dear."

"Yeah, well... I have something to do."

"Wait, what are you going to help pay the bills?!"

"Um... I don't want to tell but I am doing something."

"Oh... alright then..."

"See yah later." Danny left the room and ran quickly upstairs. When he arrived in his room, he went straight to his closet. Climbing inside, he opened a door hidden in the back by his clothes and entered.

The new room was bland. It had grey, concrete, walls and a similar floor and ceiling. The room had five other doors. Danny ran into the first door to his left. The inside of this room was similar except the walls were lined with glass cabinets. Danny opened one cabinet and scooped a large number of items into a sack. He then moved to the next room, that looked more or less the same. He got a different sack and put some more, larger, items inside. In the next room he put some - again larger - items into a sack. He did the same for the forth and fifth rooms which had even larger of these items in. Smiling happily, he left back into his bedroom and put all five sacks into one giant sack.

"Mom, Dad, I'm going out!"

"CALL US IF YOU SEE A GHOST DANNY-BOY!"

"Bye, sweetie!"

Danny left through the door, bag over his shoulder. He walked to Sam's house and knocked. "Hi, Danny!"

"Hiya. Let's go to Tuck's house, I'll explain when we get there."

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"So you want me to set you up a fake personality, which you think will help you solve your parent's money problems?"

"It will help. You'll see."

"Ok well just give me ten minutes and you'll have a fake persona and your current bank account will be under this new name."

"Thanks"

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"Hello sir, what can I do for you today?"

"Um... I was wondering if you had room for some more merchandise?"

"You have some to sell?"

"Well yes, I was hoping I could sell them here and get a percentage of the price..."

"That can be arranged come round to back and I can take a look."

Earlier at Tucker's house...

"I know there is one but can you point me in the right direction Sam?"

"Well their is one my parents drag me into all the time. Honestly, for tiny little trinkets the things sell for outrageous prices."

"I am aware, thanks for your help. It's so easy to create these with my powers, if I save up some money I might open my own crystal shop."

"I'd make sure my parents bought their statues at your shop any day."

"That'd be tough!"

Now...

Danny weaved past a sparkling shelf to follow the man. Reaching a metal table, he was instructed to show the man his work.

"Put some of your work on the table and I'll decide if they're good enough quality to sell. What's your name?"

"Jack Howarth." Danny put out his hand with a smile.

The man took it with a light lift of his lips and said, "Steve. Steve Summers."

"I brought quite a lot with me, however I have been making these for a very long time so I have a huge collection back at home. This sack is only a fraction of what I've made." Steve nodded. "Each one is signed and I have five different sizes. I'll get out one of each size - at random - for now and we can go from there."

Danny reached into his sack and brought out the other five sacks and placed them on the table. From the first one he pulled out what only Danny and his friends knew to be unmeltable Ice. It was a small 'crystal' figure about the size of the top half of your thumb. It was an incredibly detailed little thing, made in the shape of a toadstool. The shades of red, brown and white were perfect, the statue glimmering in the light of the room.

From the next bag, he pulled out a slightly larger statue of a ladybug. Again, the colouring was amazingly detailed and the 'crystal' shimmered in the bright ceiling light.

From the next bag he pulled out a statue that was again slightly larger, this one being a life-sized depiction of a Russian Dwarf Hamster. Once more being beautifully coloured, the little animal looked to be holding a strawberry in its hands.

The next one was a figure the size of a hand of Danny Phantom shooting a green blast out of his hand. The crystal was so incredibly detailed that you could see a determined facial expression upon the statues's face.

Out from the next bag was a tree with each branch holding lovely pink blossoms. This one was was the largest of them all being the size of a person's head. Each statue had a little drawing 'carved' into the base, of a ghost. "My signature is a ghost because I want to sculpt for Amity Park and ghosts are our trademark here in town. I have sculpted many of the ghosts that attack us as well as some of the important buildings here such as the Nasty Burger."

"That's quite the goal. Are you sure you can make it?"

"We all have dreams, Mr. Summers. Mine is to one day open up a shop here in Amity Park."

"I suppose we do, Mr. Howarth. Well, looking at this so far I am very impressed with the craftsmanship. I feel that these will sell well so I am going dedicate a corner of the shop to your work. If it doesn't sell quickly enough I will likely stop selling your work however. One final question. Some of my clients want personal requests, do you take them?"

"Yes, I'll take any request just give them this phone number and I can discuss it with them."

"Ok, I can give you fifty percent. Is that alright?"

"Eighty."

"Sixty."

"Seventy-eight."

"Seventy."

"Seventy-five."

"Deal. But can we negotiate lowering the percentage if they struggle to sell?"

"Of course."

"Lovely doing business with you. Here's my phone number so we can call back and forth to discuss details. Just leave the statues here and come get the sacks back tomorrow. If they sell particularly well then I may ask for a lot more in one go."

"Thank you. I hope you do well."

"So do I!" Steve chuckled.

"I'm sure you do!" Danny laughed along.

Eventually, Danny left. He had now given the man his bank details for the payments and they had exchanged phone numbers. When he got home, Danny lay on his bed with a grin and sighed. "Things seem to be looking up."

Then next day when he went back to get the sacks, he learnt something amazing.

"You've already had a sale."

"What? Really?!"

"Yes. A young gentleman, blond and muscular. He was dragged in by his parents but when he saw that Danny Phantom statue of yours he freaked. Spent a lot of energy begging his parents for it."

Danny chuckled. Why did he get the feeling it was Dash? "That's amazing. I'm really glad. Good luck!"

"To you too, Jack."

It was only three days later when I he got a call from an unknown number.

"Hello?"

"Hi, is this Jack Howarth?"

Confused for a moment, he didn't reply. Then he remembered his alternate personality. "Yes, that's me."

"Wonderful, I would like to make a request!"

"I'd be happy to take it! Please, tell me what you're after!"

"Well my daughter is a goth and refuses to wear any of the pink dresses I wear her! She dyes them black!"

Danny smirked. Sounds like Sam's mother. " go on."

"I want to show her I still love her even if she has a revolting fashion sense. I would like you to make me two figures. A spider and a statue of her in a black dress. Is that possible?"

"Yes, in fact I can get that done by tomorrow if you want. I can then leave them in the shop for you to pick up."

"That'd be great! If you give me your email, I can send you a picture of my daughter."

"That should be fine. Any particular size you want? Or do you want me to size in terms of price?"

"I will list the size. I'm not worried about the price. I'd like the statue of her to be about twenty centimetres high and proportional. I would like the spider to be about the size of your palm, please."

"I can definitely do that. Anything else?"

"No that's quite alright."

"Ok well my email is JackHowarthSculptures ."

"Thanks!"

"No, thank you." Danny hung up the phone and grinned. Logging into his emails, he sat and waited. Just two minutes later he heard a ding! And leaned over to check. Indeed, it had been Sam's Mom. Danny chuckled. He'd have to make these ones his best yet.

He got straight to work. The spider turned out great, being incredibly simple but still absolutely perfect. He made it an extremely, almost black, shade of purple with lighter purple eyes. The one of Sam was the hardest. He managed to get the proportions just right, even detailing the face the look almost identical to her real one. He made the dress full black but for a violet belt to match the eyes of the statue. The dress was zigzagged at the sleeves and skirt and she wore black combat boots along with. He fashioned her face into her signature smirk and added in the violet streak of hair she had recently adopted. It was beautiful. Danny carefully packaged the two statues and brought them to the crystal shop, where he handed them over to Steve. As he handed them over, he was told something shocking.

"Your statues are selling better than any of the other ones. If possible, I want you to send in more immediately!"

"I can definitely bring you some tomorrow. How many would you want?"

"Well I hope this isn't too big an order, but maybe five hundred? Then you'll only have to come in with orders for a long while."

"Thanks."

Three hours later, Danny was sat on his bed with Sam and Tucker. He was keeping the crystal figures he made for Sam a secret until she got them but when she started complaining about how her mother had slipped another pink dress into her wardrobe, he was quick to defend the woman. She did love Sam. A lot. "So, Danny? How much have you made so far?"

"Actually, Sam, I haven't had a look yet."

"Go and see!"

"Sure." Danny walked over to his computer and flipped a switch on the wall. Whilst waiting for it to come on, he wondered about whether he could really make a business out of the little crystal figures he made when he was bored. The screen changed to a picture of the trio, arms around each other and smiling. Sighing with a soft smile of his own, he clicked the picture and put in his password. First, he opened up his fake email to see if there was anything important. Seeing nothing, he moved on to his bank account. And his jaw dropped. He had only expected to make maybe a hundred (I'm English so this is going to use English currency, sorry.) pounds through the whole thing but this was way more! And in such a short amount of time! In front of, was a number that seemed huge to Danny who'd never even earned his own money before. One thousand and eighty-three pounds. In other words... more money than any one his age probably earned in a year! Sam and Tucker, stood over his shoulder, seemed quite as shocked. Sam was used to seeing a lot of money and had rights to more than that amount at any given time, but to earn so much? Wow.

Danny gulped then stood up. Taking a deep breath, he ran downstairs. "Hey, Mom? You know the money I'm earning to help with the bills? Would you prefer a bank transfer or cash?"

"You've got some already? Really?!"

"Yeah, and it's going to be a steady source of income forever now."

"Forever?!"

"I'm selling art work that make when I'm bored. I have a deal with a local seller. I have already earned loads so how much do you need to cover the bills and be able to buy Dad fudge again?"

"Um... maybe seven-hundren pounds but you can't have earned that much yet!"

"Um, well I have..."

"What?! That must be some amazing artwork?!"

"So I'm told... uh just answer the question... cash or bank?"

"Cash."

"I'll get it for you after I give the guys more of my work tomorrow."

"Alright, thanks darling. You've been such a help and once we're all back on track you'll be able to keep what you earn. My little boy is growing up!"

"That's wonderful, Mom. I have to go now so bye."

"Bye, dear."

Danny ran upstairs and went through his closet into his ghost zone storage lair again. Once more he filled up some bags, this time counting one-hundred of each size. When he had them all he left the room and put he sack down at the end of his bed. After talking to Sam and Tucker for a bit he went to sleep.

Everything went as planned the next day. The statues were delivered and he took the money out of the bank. He gave said money to his Mom who tried to refuse it but ended up hugging him and crying. As usual, a good portion of the day was spent fighting ghosts. Business was booming and his favourite hobby had become his job. Their financial problems were over. He was content.

Years later...

"Thank you sir!"

Danny smiled and rested his hand on his cheek. People had been coming in and out all day. He'd even gotten online order from abroad. With his own crystal shop, he was happy.

I think this might be the longest thing I've ever written, haha! 2677 words, including every word of this footnote.