Disclaimer: See the first drabble.
About the quotes- "We're going to have to live with my dad's goof-ups for the rest of our lives" is from Million Dollar Ghost. "I will not allow your crazy obsession with ghosts pollute the mind of this impressionable little child" is from Mystery Meat.
Drabble #3: Father's Day
Jack Fenton always liked Father's Day. It was the perfect excuse to spend time with Danny and Jazz.
When they were younger, both children idolized their parents. It used to be "My mommy and daddy are the greatest ghost hunters ever!" It used to be "My daddy's a ghost hunter! He's gonna catch all of the ghosts in the world! It's much more interesting than your dad's job."
Now, it's, "We're going to have to live with my dad's goof-ups for the rest of our lives!" Also, it's, "I will not allow your crazy obsession with ghosts pollute the mind of this impressionable little child!"
At times, Jack felt that Jazz and Danny were ashamed of him. Sure, they made up for it later, but it still hurt.
At least he was better off than his friend Vlad, who had no kids or a wife. You know, it almost seems like Vlad was in love with Maddie, and he wanted Danny for his son! No, Vlad would never even think that. After all, they were old college buddies!
Jack was interrupted by his silent rant by Danny and Jazz, who had walked in the room. Each of them were carrying a wrapped package in their arms.
"Hey, Dad. We just wanted to say… Happy Father's Day." Danny said, smiling.
"Here, open mine first!" Jazz exclaimed, pushing her parcel towards him. He opened it to find an extremely thick book on ghost psychology.
"On the front, I wrote a psychological analysis on the behavioral habits of ghosts." Jazz said, gesturing to a piece of paper taped to the front. Jack looked confused at all of the big words Jazz used for a second, but then he grinned.
"Thanks, Jazzy! This will be useful for your mother and me for when we research ghosts!" Jack said in reply.
"Mine next!" cried Danny, not caring that his was the only other one. Danny was carrying an unusually big box wrapped in glowing green wrapping paper.
That may have been from the time I dropped the wrapping paper into boiling ectoplasm, Jack thought to himself.
"Um, Dad, you may want to get an ecto-gun or something out," Danny said quietly.
Jack opened the package to be met with emptiness. For a second, he thought; "Why did Danny want me to take out the ecto-gun?"
Then, they all heard a loud shout.
"I am the Box Ghost! BEWARE!" The Box Ghost flew out of the box. "Do not try to capture me in your cylindrical prison!"
Jack stared at the ecto-gun, and then at the Box Ghost.
"GHOST! ThankyouDannythiswasagoodpresent! GHOST!" Jack yelled, and then ran after the Box Ghost.
"I am the Box-OUCH!" Danny and Jazz heard Jack's laughter as he chased after the ghost.
You know, I should really invite Vladdie over sometime- I bet he doesn't have this kind of fun!
A/N: Since it was Father's Day, I felt like writing a drabble that had to do with that. One that began angst-y ish, for lack of better word, and had a sweet moment somewhere in it. Anyways, leave a review!