So this is just pure crack. Nothing plotty, nothing angsty, just good old fashioned terrible humour. Enjoy!

"What the hell is this?" Tucker screeched, voice cracking. "Where are the PDAs?"

"I'm sorry, sir. These are the newest iPhones, new from Apple."

Tucker narrowed his eyes. "And what happened to the new PDA I was saving up for?"

The shop assistant cowered under his terrifying gaze. Forget Danny's glowing eyes, Tucker could be just as scary when he wanted to.

"We didn't get a new delivery, sir. There is more demand for smartphones now and…"

Tucker growled. "Danny, get over here." Danny got over there.

"What?" he asked.

Tucker turned to the poor girl. "This is Danny Fenton." He said. 'Also known as Danny Phantom. He can and will ruin your life if you don't tell me where the PDAs have gone and why they've been replaced with these… monstrosities."

"Sir, i-"

"Tucker," Danny put in, "I'm not being your puppet, and I'm not hurting anyone. I'm sorry." He said to the assistant. "He can be a little intense when it comes to tech. And dude, secret identity! Ever heard of that?"

Tucker snarled.

"Come on, Tucker. These phones look pretty cool. Look, they're touchscreen and everything. Let's just get one and go."

"PDA…" Tucker groaned.

"No." Danny told him, leaving no room for arguments.

"I can't work it!" he complained, swiping at the screen with his fingers and then growling at it when it didn't respond.

"You have to be gentle." Sam scolded. "Look." Her fingers easily moved the screen to and fro over the home screen.

"It has no buttons." The other boy complained. "It needs buttons."

"It has a button." Danny pointed out. "Look, at the bottom."

"It's tiny. I can't even fit my finger on it!"

"You're just being dramatic. It's easy."

Tucker folded his arms and turned his head. "I don't like it."

"So how are you doing with the phone?"

"I hate it."

"I know." Danny said. "I asked how you were doing with it."

"It's horrible. It's fragile and stupid and I can't change the coding."

"You're not meant to."

"Yeah, but I always tweaked the code on my PDA to get it to do all the stuff I wanted. I can't do that with this thing."

"You're unhealthily obsessed with them, you know."

"Oh, I know."

"Danny!"

Danny turned around in surprise to see Tucker waving the iPhone in his hands. "What?" he asked, wondering why on earth his friend was looking so happy when the phone was nearby.

"I finally got it to work!"

"Like you can work the screen?"

"I've hacked it!" he corrected.

"You've hacked the iPhone."

"Yep. Just had to get into apple's database, tweak a few… a few hundred lines of code and then get out before I was caught. So now all the iPhones currently in use work to my coding and I also transferred all my data from my old PDA onto the new phone. And I added more buttons."

Danny mouth opened then closed again, unable to think of anything to say.

"I got an email today." Tucker said.

"Yeah, and?"

"It was from Apple."

Danny raised his eyebrow, and Sam looked unimpressed. "What did it say?"

"Tasked how the hell I had hacked into their files, told me not to do it again and then asked me to come and work for them. I don't think they realise I'm fourteen."

"What did you say?"

"I told them I wanted to get a couple of years playing Doomed in first, then I'll think about it. After all, I do have to get through MIT, and I don't know if I want to go all corporate like apple. Maybe I'll set up my own company. Just think, Foley – new and modern PDAs. Much better than Apple."

"Sounds horrible." Sam said. "How about, Tucker Foley needs to stop being such an egotistical ass?"

"Shut up, Sam. Oh, and I also sent them an email pointing out everything wrong with their design and the way it works and what they could do to make it all a hundred times better."

"Turn them all back into PDAs?"

"You got it."

"I cannot believe them!"

Sam pinched her forehead. "What's happened now?"

Tucker gestured, and Danny held up a huge cardboard box. "They've sent me a year's supply of the new iPhone. After I specifically said I don't want anything to do with them or that abomination!"

"Does that mean we can have them?" Sam asked, eyeing the expensive phones with glee.

"And sell them?" Danny added, looking into his empty wallet.

"Be my guest." Tucker mumbled. "I have my new PDA. I'm happy."

If the entire student body of Casper high suddenly got a brand new iPhone out of nowhere, Danny, Sam and Tucker had nothing whatsoever to do with it. And if Danny suddenly got enough money to buy the Doomed update he'd been wanting, the two events were in no way connected.

Tucker Foley can and will hack into anything he can find.

I know the show came out before iPhones were a thing, so I'm kind of working on the basis that the ones in this story are early iPhones like 3gs or something. I also know nothing about any of the terminology, so if you are an expert and I got it horribly wrong, then sorry.