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Chapter 7: Conversation

Tucker and Danny walked quickly to the door, taking long, rapid strides, and leaving teary-eyed Jazz staring after them.

Somebody knocked on the door again, and Danny opened it without thinking. There were his parents, at the Foley's doorstep. The sight of his parents should have made him happy after this miserable day, but it didn't.

Maddie was leaning on the wall by the door, and from the look of it, she was having a hard time standing up. Her face was blotched with red from crying, and her hair was matted in messy clumps. Jack was standing next to Maddie, with his bulky arms around her and his head down, his large figure almost seeming menacing next to his wife's shaking, slouched body. To Danny it seemed that Jack was also crying, but you would have to look really hard in this light.

Even through a suddenly disappearing house should make any family this happened to cry, Danny was angry and them. He had been hoping for his parents to come to this door, strong and confident, willing for everything to be fine, and a plan at the ready. At least that would have given him a little more assurance.

"You must be cold," Tucker said to them, looking at Danny, and then at Maddie, and up to Jack. "Why don't you come inside?" Tucker motioned to his living room with his right arm, while the other one still held the door handle.

Danny wrapped his arm around his mom, and helped her to the couch, with Jack on the opposite side. While Tucker tended to his parents, Danny went upstairs to get Jazz.

"Mom and Dad are here." Danny said softly. Jazz smiled a little bit, happy that their parents were finally here after this, long, horrible day.

Danny and Jazz walked to the living room, where their parents were having hot chocolate. Jazz walked over to Maddie and embraced her in a hug, then walked over to Jack and did the same. Danny and Jazz sat down next to their Mom and Dad, and they began to talk.

Danny explained the little bit of their disappearing house that he knew about. What they wanted to know was who or what could do this their family. Danny had a thought that his ghostly enemies could possibly be behind this, but Danny couldn't bear to suggest that to his parents.

Tucker soon left to let the Fenton's talk out what they were going to do now, and now was laying on his bed, reading Technology Weekly: "The Best Magazine for Your Technotronic Needs!" Obviously this was none of his business. They all had stopped crying now, their tears leaving behind a strange feeling to their cheeks, and the news was sinking into all of them.

"Where are we going to live?" Jazz asked, her eyes wide.

"We could stay here at Tucker's." Danny suggested. Danny was sure his best friend would let his family stay at his house for the time being.

"No. We couldn't do that." Maddie answered. "That would be asking too much. We would then have to stay here until our house gets re-built."

Jack nodded. "Maddie's right. We should just stay at a motel or something." After this disaster, Jack had become slightly rational.

The Fenton's sat for a while, thinking deeply. Danny, thinking ahead about asking Sam to let them borrow all of their guest rooms; Jazz, still shocked, and not having the same smart thought process she usually possessed, was wondering how they were ever going to live without all their meaningful possessions; Jack, with his stomach loudly growling, foolishly enough, was anticipating their casual visit to the Nasty Burger for a late supper; and Maddie, the only logical person at the moment, was actually thinking about the tough future ahead of them. Then Maddie's face changed into a sad, troubled, expression. She began crying again.

"What is it, mother?" Jazz asked, concerned.

"You know that we are slightly low on money, right?" Jack, Danny, and Jazz nodded. "Well, we will have to pay for all the expenses. The house, nearby property, and a hotel to stay in. Unless we had insurance, which we never had. So we will have to pay for all of that, since we have no one else paying for the damage. We could find out who damaged our house, but I have an odd feeling that will be impossible, and we might have been the ones that accidentally did it. Since we are low on money, I have a feeling we won't be able to pay for all of that."

Danny spoke up, hope filling his whole chest. "I might be able to help."

They looked up, except Jazz, who knew Danny was perfectly capable of impossible feats, were curious on how this fourteen-year-old boy could help their family. Especially because they hadn't known him to work at all in their lifetime.

"How?" Maddie asked, now clutching Jack's arm, eager to at least to have something to believe on.

Danny dug the bent, dusty card Greg had given him during the tryouts out of his pocket. "Greg Smith, a movie director, offered me a part in a movie. We could get tons of money that way."

Maddie handled the card in her hand. A sudden hope flickered within her. This was a way to get out of their money crisis, and oddly enough, she had always wanted one of her children to be on the big-screen. Such a selfish wish, she thought to herself.

"I think you should take it." Jazz said confidently, speaking for the first time in ages. "It would be fun. And I could work at the Nasty Burger or something. I had always wanted a job."

At this moment, Danny decided to accept the part in the movie. He had always wanted to be in a movie. And he could still find a way to keep his identity a secret at the same time. He had always seemed to know loopholes for every trouble that passed him, with the help of his friends.