This is a possible starter for a Kim PossibleX Danny Phantom crossover. Again, I want your opinions.
"Gooooooooood morning Amity Park! It's 7:32 A.M. and we're starting out the day at a snappy 78 degrees. In local news Phantom rescued fifteen children from a daycare center after his summer-long absence. The building had been set ablaze and the ghostly hero swooped in and froze the entire establishment. No one was harmed in the—"
Danny smashed his tiered fist on the top of his alarm clock, groaning at the small effort.
"No one was harmed my foot," he grumbled. "Third degree burns go under the category of 'harmful'."
The burns had healed over night of course, but that didn't mean that they didn't hurt. Danny also noticed that the radio noted his 'absence' over the summer. He was kind of surprised that they would spare their breath on that little tidbit of information. Most of the town hated him, still seeing him as a menace to society. People aside, the absence wasn't of his idea. His parents had gotten worried about him and his actions since he had almost flunked his sophomore year and freshmen year of high school. They thought sending him to his grandparents in Ireland would do the trick; It only proved that Danny could be a good farmhand.
He had gotten back two days ago and hadn't gotten a chance to sleep, much less sit down and relax. The town had been overrun with ghosts, again. Valerie hadn't been able to do much on her own, since she nearly blasted his butt off once he got back. His parents had done their best, but of course their best wasn't up to par. Danny had spent the last few hours rounding up the most troublesome specters, and he just really wanted to hit something. It had been practically ghost-free over the summer and he was itching to get back into action.
"Danny!" his mother yelled from downstairs, her voice penetrating his peace like a knife through glass. "Get up and get going, or you're going to be late for school."
"Oh joy," Danny moaned sarcastically.
He had almost forgotten that school was starting up again today. Now he would have to start the school year on a low note, when he really wanted to try and start and end strong, even if it meant slacking in the middle. This year, he was determined to pass all of his classes with flying colors, he had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach that wasn't going to happen.
"Danny!" his father's warning voice shouted.
"I'm getting up!" he shouted back down, followed by the thump as he rolled out of bed, finding himself closer to the edge then he expected to be.
Once he managed to shrug on some clean clothes, he made his way downstairs. His parents were in the lab, the various banging of tools that were meant to tear him apart limb by limb echoed up the short stairway and into the kitchen.
"Help yourself to breakfast dear!" Maddie yelled up the stairs.
Danny was thankful that she didn't try to make him breakfast. He didn't want his pancakes coming alive on him at the moment. He got the box of cereal that was off limits to experimentation and opened the fridge to try and find the milk. The screams of certain lunch meats, side dinners, and fruit cups met his ears as he opened the door. Luckily, they were all strapped down tightly into their containers and had no hopes of getting out, unless his father accidentally let one slip from the fridge and crash to the floor, again.
He found the milk carton that wasn't glowing green and poured some into his bowl. He sighed as he ate, leaning against the counter while holding the bowl in his hand.
"Fire in the hole!"
Danny let his spoon rest in the bowl and picked up the only unbreakable, and unbolted thing, in the kitchen—the salt and pepper shakers. A large explosion racked the house, making everything vibrate violently. Danny only heard a few crashes from the hallway, most likely some of the pictures fell again, and waited patiently for everything to become still once again. Once it was quiet, he set the shakers back on the table, set his bowl in the sink, and grabbed his bag that was slung on the hat tree by the door.
The soft hissing sounds of the aftermath of the small quake were followed by small wisps of smoke that hit the kitchen fire detector and sent the alarm off. Jack and Maddie came running up the steps, their normally bright hazmat suits soiled by soot and burn marks.
"I'm off to school!" Danny yelled in their faces, knowing that the explosion messed with their ear drums.
"Have a good time sweety!" Maddie waved and yelled at him.
Danny left closed the door just as the Fenton Emergency Sprinklers activated, coating the whole house in a soggy mess.
"I think we need to adjust the timers on those things!" Jack yelled over the alarm and the own ringing in his ears.
Danny only sighed again and turned down the street, deciding to normally walk to school instead of abnormally flying to school.
When he finally reached Casper High, he sighed again in frustration and plain I-don't-want-to-do-this teenage angst. One look around and he saw he wasn't alone. The kids looked like tanned zombies, dragging their feet up the steps and moaning as they entered as if passing through an electrical field. Mr. Lancer was his same sickeningly peppy self, patting kids on the back as they entered the doors and trying to 'pump up the volume' for the first day.
"Good to be home," Danny shook his head and headed towards his vice principle.
He was doing fine until Mr. Lancer shout out a well manicured hand (creepy) in front of his path.
"Do I know you?" the older balding man asked, his face obviously trying to place Danny.
"Mr. Lancer, it's me, Danny Fenton?" it came out more like a question from him.
The teacher's mouth hung open like someone had unhinged it.