The warm early-summer sun beats down on the heads of Danny, Sam, and Tucker as the three friends make their way home from school for the last time before break. They chat about the adventures they had this year, and what a year! Gaining "super" powers, fighting ghosts, being hated and loved in turn by your own town? Not something easily forgotten! But inevitably the conversation turns to the future, even if only the immediate one.
Danny turns to his two friends, "So, what are you guys doing for the summer?"
At the mention of his question, Sam gets a disgusted look on her face. "My parents seem to think it'll do me some good to go away to..." she pauses and shudders, "camp."
Danny and Tucker wince in unison. "Harsh!"
A few steps later, Tucker voices his plan for summer break, "My dad has work plans, so I have some time free to just play video games. How about you?" He turns to Danny with a grin to hear what his friend was doing for the summer.
"Well, I..." Danny starts, but then his voice trails off into silence as he reaches his driveway to the sight of his dad throwing suitcases into the Fenton RV. The three friends exchange baffled looks for a few seconds before Danny ventures to speak.
"Um, Dad? What's going on?" he asks.
Jack Fenton, ever enthusiastic, pops his head out the door of the RV and exclaims, "Can't chat! Gotta pack!" His expression suddenly changes to a skeptical one, and he squints at his son, "Hey... are you done packing?"
Totally confused now, Danny's only answer was another question, "Packing?"
A huge silly grin spreads across Jack's face and his enthusiasm returns anew, "Yup! We're going to my buddy Vladdie's place for the week! He's getting married!"
Three identical expressions of shock stare back at an oblivious Jack. "Married?" all three voices ask in unison.
Jack, ignoring the tones of their voices, hops behind the wheel of the RV, squints at himself in the rear-view mirror and replies with a smile, "Yup! And I'm gonna be the best man!"
Danny's eyebrows climb so high in surprise and confusion that they disappear totally under his unkempt mess of black hair. Sam and Tucker share similar expressions. The tension and silence of the moment are broken by Maddie, dashing out the door, bags in hand. As she starts stuffing them into the RV, Jazz follows with an exasperated look on her face.
"Mo-o-om!" she says in frustration. Maddie turns to her daughter with a bright smile and responds, "There you are, sweetie! All packed!" She notices Danny and turns to face him, "Hi Danny!"
Hearing his own name brings Danny back to earth, and he blinks back at his mother. "Mom?"
Jazz, still obviously exasperated over the whole situation, crosses her arms and asks "Maybe Danny and I could just stay together...at home?"
Maddie, still bouncing around loading up the RV with various bags and suitcases, responds brightly "Oh, don't be silly! The invitation said to bring 'the whole family'."
Sam raises one eyebrow. "Why does camp suddenly not look so bad anymore?" she asks quietly, with just a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
Jazz rolls her eyes and leans in close to Danny. "Danny, help me out here." she whispers to him.
"Umm... uh..." he stutters for a moment, still off balance, "um, Dad? Jazz does have a point." he finally managed.
Jack stops fiddling with the rear-view mirror for a moment, slight puzzlement on his face, "She does?" not even a beat later his excitement returns and he exclaims "Yes! She does!" With that, he jumps out from behind the wheel and bolts into the house surprisingly quickly for one so large, and returns a few moments later holding Danny's bags, apparently packed by his mother. He flings the bags in the back, slams the door shut, and heads back to the driver's door again, saying "She can't watch out for you if you aren't packed and ready to go!"
Jazz and Danny both sigh in defeat and climb in to find their seats. Maddie is the last to hop in, and she waves down to the two left standing on the sidewalk, "Bye Sam! Bye Tucker! Alright, lets go!"
Sam and Tucker watch the RV pull away, then turn to each other and share a brief "glad I'm not Danny" glance.