Contrary to Danny's belief of her being an adult, Jazz was perfectly capable of drawing out her inner child.

Watching Danny strut his way upstairs, Tucker turned to Sam and Jazz. "He's starting to become unbearable again."

Sam snorted. "You think?"

"Danny has been too proud before?" Jazz questioned as she took a sip of her drink.

Sam and Tucker rolled their eyes at her. "Have you met your brother Jazz? Brushes with popularity have never gone well."

Tucker smirked over at Sam, nudging her. "Be glad he isn't still all 'Paulina, Paulina, Paulina, Paul—'"

"We get it," Sam snapped back and shoved him back. Tucker snickered anyway.

"Hmm," Jazz pondered and glanced up to the ceiling thoughtfully. "Leave my brother to me. I'm part of your team now, aren't I?"

The other two glanced at each other over the kitchen table. "Uh…Danny doesn't exactly listen and take advice when he's like this. Trust me Jazz," Sam declared. "If he doesn't listen to us like this, he is definitely going to roll his eyes at you. You're not… You get overly wordy."

Jazz sipped her drink again. She smiled at the pair. "I don't plan on using words. Just plan on helping speed up his…infatuation with himself."

"Er…okay," Tucker drew out in confusion.

"You two want to come to the hardware store with me for some paint," Jazz asked. "And to the mall for a few things? Oh and I've had my eye on a couple cute little things online if you would help me out Tucker."

"Okay, color me interested," Sam declared. "Let's go shopping. On me."

- . . / . - - .

"Hey Jazz," Danny's voice entered into his sister's room. Jazz looked up at his befuddled face. "Do you know anything about my logo glowing on my bedroom ceiling?"

"Oh that's nifty," Jazz responded absentmindedly as she went back to her homework. "Did Sam or Tucker do that for you?"

"Well not that it's not awesome." Danny puffed his chest out a little. "It's just odd to find it suddenly shining down at me from the ceiling like that."

Jazz eyed him from the corner of her eye, noting the chest puff. "Uh huh…"

- . . / . - - .

"Hey Fentino," Dash shouted out gleefully. He ran through the boys' locker room, clothes held up high. "Too slow loser!" The impromptu flag raced out of the locker room, leaving Danny stunned in only a white towel.

Ducking his head into his own locker to hide his guilt and smile, Tucker looked back to his friend with an annoyed look. "Took him long enough to pull that stupid signature bully act. Here dude." Tucker handed over a plastic bag over to Danny. "Sam and I had a bag ready for it."

Danny sighed in relief, taking the bag, but paused as he opened it. "Uh…Tucker?"

"So Sam themed it." Tucker shrugged. He couldn't hold back the snicker though at Danny's face as he held up the boxers with mini Danny Phantoms flying all over it.

- . . / . - - .

"Uh Jazz. What's Dash doing here?" Danny froze at the entrance to the kitchen.

"Studying. What does it look like Fenturd?" The larger boy rolled his eyes. "Your puckish sister owed me a favor from something I did for her."

"Nice use of the word puckish," Jazz acknowledged. Dash grinned broadly, and then looked back to Danny.

"Nice outfit Fenton."

Hastily, Danny went upstairs to his room.

- . . / . - - .

Turning on his computer in his room, Danny put in his password and then went pale at what appeared. His jaw dropped slightly. Music came out of the speakers as a Danny Phantom flew dramatically across the screen.

His ghost form had been drawn into a Powerpuff Girl.

Music matching.

Danny's voice shrieked, "Seriously?!"

- . . / . - - .

"Hey Danny. I heard a shout from up here earlier, are you okay?"

Danny looked over at his sister who stood at his bedroom door. Not wanting to show her what had been on his now turned off computer, he shook his head. "No. I'm fine," his voice quavered a bit. "Just going to murder Tucker for a pran… What are you holding?"

"Oh this?" Jazz beamed and held it up. "Isn't it adorable? I even got a matching one for you."

Blue eyes wide, Danny stared at the stuffed animal as if it were going to leap over and bite him. Jazz held it out towards him, it sitting on the palms of her hands. Danny leaned back. Black with white clad feet, a scruffy white mane and tail, the stuffed horse looked at him with bright green eyes.

"Ooh! It even has your logo for its cutie mark," Jazz added brightly. She turned her hands so Danny could see his ghost logo on the horse's bottom. "It's styled after the 'My Little Pony' show I loved when I was little."

"NOOO! Nonononono! That's wrong! I'm not a pony! I'm not meant to be worn as some sort of fashionable apparel! And I'm definitely not some Powerpuff Girl!"

"So you're done being full of yourself?" Jazz asked curiously.

Startled, Danny looked at his older sister to see her smiling at him.

"YOU?! IT WAS YOU?! But, but, but—"

"Catch." Jazz tossed the stuffed animal at her little brother. Still in shock, he caught it automatically and stared at it. "That one was yours. Mine is in my room. Now don't be losing it Danny. I bought it for you now. Treat it well."

She left his bedroom, Danny gapping soundlessly.