Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom.
Maddie was doing the laundry when she first saw it. She wasn't surprised in the least that little Danny had taken a liking to electronics, but finding a screw in his sheets definitely made her pause.
She shifted the bundle of sheets in the crook of her arm, studying the screw. It was just a normal screw, not very large or tiny. It wasn't the ones they used for ecto-weaponry, which eased her mind a little. The screws for those were a special alloy of copper and steel, better receptive to ectoplasm. This was just a normal screw, probably from a flashlight. She placed the small screw on his nightstand.
She smiled to herself. She could already imagine it: he baby boy following in her and Jack's footsteps…
The next week when she was washing the sheets again, she found two more screws. It didn't surprise her either, but she was a little curious to where he was getting them. And where did he get a screwdriver? He could have gotten one in the lab, but he shouldn't be going in there...well, what's the worst that could happen?
She once again put the screws on Danny's nightstand, smiling to herself the whole time.
Maddie Fenton shuffled down the stairs in her soft, fluffy slippers while her husband trudged behind her, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. It was a Saturday, and their kids were apparently already up.
"Hey, you two. What are you doing up so early?" Maddie asked. Jazz stopped glaring at Danny for a moment and peered up at her mother.
"Ben Franklin says, 'early to bed, early to rise makes a man...er, person, healthy, wealthy, and wise,'" she said, while Maddie pondered where she found that quote. "And I heard Danny sneaking around downstairs."
Danny looked up with an incredulous expression, but humor-filled eyes. "Sneaking? Sneaking?" the clever eight-year old said in his adorable high voice, "Innocent little brother walks by Jazzy's room and you accuse him of sneaking."
"Well, what were you doing, then?" Jazz said, scowling.
Danny grinned impishly. "Sneaking."
Maddie giggled a bit. She was at first a little hesitant to allow her children to watch that movie, but hearing their pleas for days and then joined with their father's whining, she gave in.
She ruffled her son's hair, then said, "Alright, Smeagol, let's make break-"
CRASH!
The Fenton family jumped, one of them shouting 'ghost!'. They slowly peered around the corner, where a broken clock lay on the hallway floor, broken with several parts missing.
Little Danny looked at the clock for a second. "Hehe, wonder how that happened!" he said as he slipped a few more screws and a mini screwdriver in his pocket.
The first two chapters of this series have been finished for a while; I just wanted them both up. Still working on other things, yadda yadda yadda.
Until next time.