the box ghost's last day on earth

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom or it's characters.

Chapter 3,

"Hello, Baxter Boxes. This is Paul Baxter, how may I help you?" Paul robotically said when he answered his phone.

"Hello, Mr. Baxter, this is Mrs. Baxter, can you bring some moving men to my house this Friday to box up stuff in his 'man-cave'-like garage. I don't know what you should do with the stuff after it's packed, but I want it out of my house. You could throw it off a cliff for all I care." Francine said and Paul walked from the back yard to get a little more privacy.

"Well, Mrs. Baxter, I do not believe that we are able to throw items off a cliff. It wouldn't be ecologically safe and the things in the boxes would probably be things that your husband wants to keep." Paul said and he heard Francine laugh.

"There is a good chance that he will want to keep the stuff in the garage, but most of it is sports equipment that he doesn't touch anymore." Francine said and Paul rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, but that's all the more reason to keep this stuff around." Paul said.

"And tell me, good sir, why would a family keep things that nobody uses?" Francine challenged and Paul grinned.

"That's the key word ma'am, 'family'. I hear rumors that you and Mr. Baxter have a tiny child at home." Paul said and he could hear her eyes rolling.

"We have a son, and he's not tiny, he's small because he is young. And he's not at home, he is at pre-school." Francine said and Paul chuckled.

"I know all that, but Thomas is athletic and he will probably start to get more serious about sports in the next few years and he will be using that equipment." Paul explained.

"Yeah, well you have too much sports equipment. I doubt that Thomas will be on the swim team, and lacrosse, and football, and basketball, and baseball, and whatever other sport you have things for." Francine said and Paul shrugged.

"Maybe not all at once, but maybe he'll want to join swimming when he's nine and then golf when he's ten and then football when he's eleven." Paul said and he noticed that he was walking dangerously close to Mrs. Manson's swimming pool so he turned and walked towards the fence.

"First of all, does golf even count as a sport? Second, do you really think that he will be changing to a new sport every year? And three, what if he doesn't want to play a sport? What if he just wants to be an innocent little choirboy or band geek?" Francine asked and Paul laughed some more.

"One, yes golf is a sport. Two, kids have changed sports every year or so and it would be nice if we prepared for that. And three, of course he doesn't have to play sports. I used that stuff in high school and they helped high school be the best years of my life, but if Tommy doesn't play any sports by the time he graduates then I will gladly sell off all of my sports equipment." Paul said and he heard his wife scoff.

"Well, if your sports equipment is so important to you, then why don't you divorce me and go marry them?" Francine retorted and Paul chuckled.

"Hey now, I said that they helped to make high school the best years of my life, but the real cherry was that beautiful little cheerleader who was so sexy smart that she became valedictorian and married me." Paul said.

"Yeah, one stupid mistake and it rules your life forever." Francine joked and Paul scoffed a little too loudly.

"Uh, not forever, baby, only until death do we part or one of us gets divorced." Paul said despite his wife's laughter.

"Oh, my good man, is that a challenge?" Franny asked and Paul grinned.

"You bet, sweetie. Let's see who is the first to sign out or go tits up." Paul said.

"Ok, but what are the stakes?" Francine asked and Paul took a minute to think about this.

"Well, if you divorce me then I get the house. If I divorce you then you get the house. If you die first then I will turn your study into a shrine. If I die first then you will play sports with Tommy; but if we both are still around and we both want to stay with each other then I suggest that tonight we ask the Fenton's to watch Tommy and we go to that wonderful little bistro on 9th street." Paul said and he could hear the smile grow on her face.

"Is the man from Baxter Boxes really asking out a married woman?" Franny asked and Paul laughed.

"I believe that as long as he is the one that's married to the person he is asking out then there is no rule against it." Paul said and Francine laughed.

"Very well, Mr. Man, dinner at the bistro at... how about 8 tonight?" Franny suggested and Paul nodded.

"Sounds great, honey, but we still have work to be done here so I will call you back later, ok?" Paul said.

"OH, wait! I forgot why I was calling. The Fenton's are actually bringing their son Danny to our house to play with Tommy at 3 and I can't escape, so can you watch them?" Franny asked and Paul grinned.

"Sure, no problem, we will definitely be done by then." Paul said and they gave a quick goodbye before hanging up and going back to work.