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As Jack slept, he felt odd. Very odd. It was as though a tingling sensation was moving throughout his entire body, but he had no idea what it could be. At first he thought it was a ghost, but none of the ghosts that had plagued Amity Park recently attacked people while they were sleeping. At least, not to his knowledge. All of a sudden, he heard a rumbling noise as something made its way through his house. He shot up in bed and looked around. He was confused for several reasons.

First of all, he felt light. Very light. It didn't take any effort at all for him to sit up, almost as though he'd somehow shed a couple hundred pounds. Second, the room he was in was painted blue, not beige. It was covered in pictures of spaceships and galaxies, not blueprints for ghost hunting weapons, and there were model rockets hanging from the ceiling and littered around on the floor, not his needlepoint collection. There were also textbooks and notebooks scattered everywhere, and clothes were on the floor, the desk, and the chair. Jack even spied a basketball lying in one corner. He looked next to him and noticed that Maddie wasn't there. He took one more look around the room and realized that this was Danny's room. But why would he suddenly wake up in his son's bed?

He heard the rumbling again, and it felt to him like some sort of earthquake. The earthquake came closer and closer, and finally opened the door. The cause of the earthquake opened the door, and Jack gasped.

Jack watched as he entered the room. Him, his body! But how? How was this possible?

"Dad, what did you do?" Jack heard himself say with an accompanying groan. Wait a minute, dad? Then that was…Danny speaking? Jack looked down again, and noticed for the first time that he was wearing salmon colored pajamas. He experimentally reached up and felt a multitude of hair above him. He pulled some down in front of his face, and looked at the raven hair in wonderment.

"I don't…I'm…a kid again! Cool!"

"Dad, this is serious!" Danny shouted. "There has to be some way to reverse this!"

"Reverse this? Are you mad? Do you have any idea how cool it is to have the gift of youth again? This is the third-greatest thing to ever happen to me!"

"Third greatest?"

"Marrying your mom was first and the Fenton Portal working was the second." Danny smirked.

"Yeah, but your in my body now. That means she's your mom." Jack cringed.

"Fine, I'll try to think of a way to change us back…great gobs of ghost goo! The Fenton Switcher! That has to be it!"

"Great, let's go get that invention!" Danny exclaimed as he lumbered downstairs to the lab with difficulty. Jack jumped up and ran after him.

"How do you ever move around?" Danny groaned as he tried to pull his bulk across the lab floor.

"Hey, it's fun being able to move around as much as you want!" Jack said happily. He ran up to the Fenton Switcher and pointed it at himself. He flipped the switch that would cause him to be selected as a target. He pulled the trigger and the gun charged up…

…and died down with a mechanical whine. Jack checked several dials attached to the gun.

"Fizzling Phantoms, it's out of juice. It'll have to charge up before we can use it to change back."

"Well, how long does it take to charge?"

"Uh…about a day."

"WHAT! A day? We have to spend an entire day as each other?"

"Looks like it. Danny?"

"Yeah, Dad?"

"Let's not tell your mother about this."

"Agreed. I don't even want to think about what she'd do if she found out. So I'll try to work in the lab all day and you'll have to go…" he groaned and slapped a hand to his forehead.

"I'll have to go to what?" Jack asked nervously.

"You'll have to go to my high school," Danny mumbled from behind his hands. He looked up. "Get some rest, Dad. Trust me, you'll need it." Jack sprinted up the stairs and into Danny's room. As Danny looked up the staircase that would take him from the lab, it seemed to extend into infinity. With difficulty, he brought one foot up to the first step and pulled his newly acquired girth up it.

"One down, a million to go," he muttered as he took another step.

That morning, Jack's awakening was much calmer than it had been late last night. He opened his eyes and saw the blue room with the astronaut stuff all over and nearly jumped for joy.

"I get to go to high school again! Wo hoo!" Besides, it couldn't be as bad as Danny had made it sound last night. And even if it was, he'd been to high school before. Everything Danny had to go through, I've gone through already.

All of a sudden, Jack found himself under Danny's bed, lying on the floor, with no idea as to how he'd gotten there.

Although I never remember being able to do that. He scratched his head, but didn't put too much thought into it as he grabbed some of Danny's clothes from the dresser and made his way into the shower.

The effort of climbing the stairs back to the bedroom having taken so much out of Danny, he sank onto the bed and fell asleep instantaneously. He would have slept for the next year, had the alarm clock next to his head decided to be annoying and start ringing.

"GHOSTGHOSTGHOSTGHOSTGHOSTGHOSTGHOSTGH-" Danny slammed his hand onto the clock, denting it and causing the blaring alarm to end.

"Jack, you know you have to get up sometime," his mother chastised as she stood next to the bed, fully dressed in her blue HAZMAT suit. Thank God she changed before waking me up, Danny thought, preferring not to be scarred for life at the moment. He mumbled something incoherent, although he tried to make it ghost-related in order to sound convincing, and lumbered into the bathroom that was adjacent to the master bedroom in order to shower.

Knowing his dad, the pink head cover and the rubber ducky belonged to him. Feeling like an idiot, he reluctantly grabbed them and proceeded to attempt to reach all parts of his body, a task made difficult by the sheer size of his body. He noticed the scrubber and reached for it blissfully.

The four Fentons all sat down for breakfast. Jack and Jazz both took cereal, while Danny and Maddie put a few waffles into the toaster. Jack was busy eating his cereal when all of a sudden, he dropped the spoon. It was weird, though-he didn't recall it ever slipping out of his grasp; it was as though it had fallen straight through his hand. He noticed Danny looking at his hand, terrified, but when he looked down himself it was fine. The expression on Danny's face stood out in his mind, though, and made him more than a little suspicious.

What's going on with Danny that would make him so scared of me finding out? I'm his father, for ghost's sake. I'd accept him no matter what!

A couple of minutes later, the doorbell rang. Danny opened it to reveal Sam.

"Hi, Mr. Fenton. Is Danny ready to go yet?"

"Sure, Sam. I'll go get him." Danny went back into the kitchen, where Jazz and his father were just finishing up their breakfast.

"Danny, Sam's here. Are you ready for school?"

"Uh…sure, Dad," Jack replied hesitantly. He grabbed Danny's backpack and ran out the door.

"So," Sam began as the two of them started walking. "Are you ready for the Lancer test today?"

"Uh…"

"I'll take that as a 'no'. What kept you from studying this time? Last night was pretty much ghost-free." Wait a minute, Danny and his friends hunt ghosts in their spare time? Awesome! It was all Jack could do to keep from shedding a tear of pride.

"Uh, well…my dad invented this really cool invention last night!" Sam gawked at him.

"Danny? Since when do you think your parents' inventions are cool?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, usually you say that something your parents made is either lame, dangerous, or both."

"Well…I…you see…" but Jack was cut off by a shiver running up his spine. When he exhaled, some blue mist came out of his mouth. That was weird. What has been going on with Danny lately? His train of thought was interrupted by a portly blue ghost who had just phased up out of the ground. Jack recalled seeing this ghost around town on occasion; he didn't seem to be too much of a threat.

"I am the Box Ghost! And I will have my revenge on you, halfa!"

"Danny, what are you waiting for? Go ghost!" go ghost? What the heck is she talking about? Some kooky-ooky-bat-thing? When Jack didn't respond, Sam pulled a Fenton Thermos out of her spider backpack and sucked the Box Ghost inside. Wait a minute, how did she get a Fenton Thermos?

"Sam? Where did you get that thermos?" Sam looked at Jack as though he was crazy.

"You gave me this months ago to help with the ghost fighting, Danny. Are you feeling okay?" Jack scratched his head.

"Yeah…I guess…" Just then, Jazz pulled up next to them in her red jeep.

"Good call, just sucking the Crate Creep into the thermos without turning into Danny Phantom. We're out in the open, so if you were to change, someone might see and your secret identity would be as good as gone." She smiled at him briefly and sped off. Sam rolled her eyes at the car.

"Geez, you've been half ghost for almost a year now. You'd think she would give you the benefit of the doubt that you would know something like that already." Jack would have responded, but his mind was reeling.

Danny is half ghost?

Danny is the ghost kid?