Claimer: If you touch my muffins, I will whip you with a wet noodle.
The bird stirred and looked around, dazed and confused at where it was. It squawked loudly when it noticed the boy who chased it earlier floating in midair right next to it. "No, no, Mr. Squawkers, stop it!" Danny said, trying to calm the panicking animal. He tried to pick up the bird, but it simply became intangible and phased through his hands, making Danny jump. "The first halfa bird," he said in astonishment. "Somehow, this animal has become the first halfa critter to ever live on earth." The bird flew around the room faster than Danny had ever seen it travel before, creating a solid ring of glowing silver light. It landed in a beaker and switched back into its normal form with a soft cooing sound. Danny approached it, but the creature didn't move a muscle and simply looked at Danny with its soft, brown eyes. Danny switched into his human mode himself and sat next to the bird, stroking its head. Danny thought about the bird, and then remembered its owner and panicked. What would Dash say when he saw his parrot zooming around his head at nearly 115 miles per hour? How would he react if his pet suddenly sensed something and then phased through the wall? Or worse, what if he actually saw Mr. Squawkers morph into a ghost-hunting parrot? He would know it was all Danny's fault. What if he actually managed to figure out about Danny's superhero status? What then?
The bird suddenly jerked its head toward the staircase. It began to squawk wildly. "Hey, what's wrong, boy?" Danny asked. "Do you sense something?" Danny suddenly got shivers and knew that this parrot was not lying. This parrot had sensed a ghost, and Danny knew that it was the box ghost. Again. He had left unfinished business with him earlier before he found the parrot on the floor in the lab. Mr. Squawkers took off into the air and allowed two silver rings to surround it, changing it into its ghost mode. The parrot's normally green feathers became neon violet, and its eye color changed from brown to white. It seemed like the bird had no eyes, only milky-colored balls with an opaque center. Its talons glittered dangerously as it zoomed up to the ceiling and waited for Danny. He did the same, watching as two familiar bands of light surrounded him, changing him into Danny Phantom. He joined the bird near the ceiling and said "Go get 'em."
The bird wasted no time in phasing through the ceiling, and Danny wasted no time in following it. The bird continued up and into the kitchen, stopping and pointing its beak at the surprised box ghost like some kind of watchdog. Danny flew at the ghost head on and tackled him, causing both to fly towards the far wall. The box ghost fell out of the air as soon as he hit the wall, apparently knocked out. The bird went nuts, scratching at the ghost's arms and face and leaving pretty good-sized g'ashes in doing so. "Okay, okay, I think he's had enough," Danny said, trying to calm the bird down. Mr. Squawkers resisted, so Danny grabbed the bird with one hand. The bird scratched at his hand, leaving a deep scratch that tore his white glove and stained it green. "Ow! Stupid bird, calm down!" He flew into his room and nearly toppled Sam and Tucker. He switched back into his normal self and stuffed the screeching animal back into the bird cage, where it began to calm down. Danny looked at his hand and noticed that the green liquid had turned red. He grabbed a shirt off of the end of his bed and wrapped his hand in it to stop the bleeding. "Danny, are you okay?" Sam asked. "Oh, yeah, everything's hunky-dory!" Danny said sarcastically. "Unless you count the bird getting zapped by the Fenton Portal, the unconscious ghost in my kitchen, and my torn-up, bleeding hand!" By now the bird was its normal colors again, brown eyes staring out the window in a serious way. Danny groaned and sat down. He'd had enough action for one day. "Stupid bird," he said. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be in this position! No, it's not your fault. It was all Dash's idea." Danny began to imitate Dash in a very mocking tone. "'Here, Fenton, watch my bird for me! I'm going on vacation!' Well, I'm tired of being pushed around and I'm tired of Lancer never giving Dash his just desserts. I'm not going to train this bird to use its powers; It's his problem now!" Danny flopped on his back. "Uh, we're just gonna leave now," Tucker said nervously as he grabbed Sam and ran out of Danny's room. Danny didn't respond. He just stared at the glow-in-the-dark star-covered ceiling and the rockets and model planes that decorated it, wishing that today was over. It was going to be a long, long weekend.
Poor Danny's all stressed out……