I'm out of school this coming Friday! YESH! THE END OF SCHOOL IS APPROACHING!
Challenge Topic #97: Dessert
Character(s): Maddie Fenton, Jack Fenton, Danny Fenton/Phantom
I stood there, shocked as I stared at open freezer door. Jack walked in the kitchen as he yawned. As he automatically headed for the fridge, I walked in front of him to block his way.
"Jack." I said as sternly as I could. "Did you forget to do something?"
Jack pondered for a while, but quickly brightened up his mood. "Good morning!"
I gave a small smile, but vanished immediately. "Try again."
Jack looked at me harder and shrugged his shoulders. "Sorry, honey. I have no idea what you're talking about."
Stepping out of his way, I reveal the melted fudge oozing out of the corners of the fridge, enveloping all the meat in fudge.
There goes the meal we were saving up for dinner. Jack widened his eyes.
"Were you snacking last night?" I demanded. "And forgot to close the door?"
Jack hung his head.
"Morning, Mom. Dad." A sleepy voice greeted as he slumped into the kitchen. "Are we having toast for breakfast? If we are, I'm skipping."
"Good morning, sweetheart." I said, ignoring Jack as I went over to him and hugged him. "I'm sorry, but it seems like it is toast today. Your father left the fridge open and now all the bacon is spoiled in melted fudge."
Danny groaned loudly as he let go of me and dragged himself on the kitchen table. He put his head down and didn't get up.
"Musta had a rough night." Jack commented. Exhaling noisily, I went over to get a towel to clean the mess.
"If only we can get the freezer back and running again fast enough," I mumbled. "Then we can just eat fudge for breakfast."
"That is going to take some serious work." Jack added.
Danny perked up when I finished my sentence and looked at me.
"If I can get it working again," Danny began, pointing to himself. "Does that mean that we won't eat toast?"
"Yes, but-"
"I'll fix it." Danny said as he forced himself off his sleeping position. I gave him a confused look.
"How?" I asked. "You don't even know how to-"
"I'll fix it." He reassured. I shared a look with Jack and he placed a hand on my shoulder.
"If the boy says he'll do it, then he'll do it."
Hesitatingly, I nodded in agreement and took Jack's hand.
"Alright Danny." I said as I was headed for the door. "Just call us when it's fixed."
He approached the fridge as we left the room.
"Does Danny really know how to fix it?" I whispered. Based on his actions this morning, Danny looked like he was going to drop the moment he reached the ice box.
"Dunno." Jack admitted. "But I have trust in him. He's a Fenton, you know."
It took an amazing three seconds before Danny called us to come in again.
"What the-?" I almost shouted as I stared at the fixed ice box.
Unbelievable. The meat was refrozen again as well as the fudge. It looked as if someone had just coated it with…snow or something.
"Are you sure a ghost didn't do this?" Jack asked, astounded as I was.
Danny grinned as he rubbed his neck.
"No, Dad. I fixed it fair and square. No more toast, right?"
I smiled as Jack whooped triumphantly.
"Dessert for breakfast? OH YEAH!"
Using a little bit of ice powers to avoid toast in the morning wouldn't kill anyone, right?
