Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom.
Danny was an odd kid; a smart kid, but odd. For example, like with popcorn, he had a strange obsession with timers.
He loved to time everything; throughout the day one could hear the loud 'ding!' of his timer every so often. His parents had an easy time ignoring it, but it drove his sister insane. Which just gave the little guy more incentive to do it.
The little devil himself was at the table, doing his fourth grade homework. He had his bright blue timer set for ten minutes, so he spent ten minutes for each subject of homework, then moved to the next subject.
Jazz was at the table too, reading a college level book, even though she was still in sixth grade. Her parents and teachers had offered her to skip a grade, so she wouldn't be as bored, but she declined. All her friends were in sixth grade, and even though she was a prodigy at english and science, math was sometimes difficult for her. Danny, however, was a prodigy at it.
The loud timer went off, making Jazz jerk and spill her glass of water. She seethed at her little brother, who snorted and cheekily grinned at her.
"Can you please stop using that timer? Just check the clock if you need it!" Jazz said.
"But then I would miss out on making you crazy," he retorted, cackling. He put away his cursive practice and brought out his math. He didn't need ten minutes for it; he could probably finish it in five.
"Ugh, you're such a pest!" Jazz cried as she stomped up stairs, her heaving book cradled in her arms.
"Wow," Danny thought. "She must really hate timers." He pondered this for a second, a devious grin settling on his cute face as he thought up a plan to make his sister actually need her stupid books about the mind.
He put away his homework, grabbed his timer, and went upstairs to his room. He crawled under his bed, reaching the model train set he'd gotten for Christmas. He opened the box, a giggle escaping his lips.
He immediately set to work.
Jazz was dreaming, she knew that. She had long since been able to tell when she was dreaming and when she was not, but that didn't mean she wouldn't enjoy her dream while it lasted. She was with her parents, who were dressed like normal people for once, and they were driving in a big van. She sat in the back, with Bearbert Einstein in her lap.
Suddenly, a loud ring ran though the dream. She knew it was Danny's timer, but that couldn't be right. A loud whistle joined it, and she jerked in alarm, seeing that they were headed for a collision on a train track, and-
Jazz jerked up, shouting. She fumbled with her blankets, trying to get loose of the cocoon of sheets. She ended up falling to the floor, near the bottom of her bed frame.
She looked underneath her bed, finding the source of the noise. It was Danny's timer, along with his model train set. It was running happily and loudly, going in a circle under her bed. She looked at the clock, seeing it was 3 a.m.
"DANNY!"
"Now Danny, I know you enjoy pranking your sister from time to time," Jack said at dinner looking pointedly at his son, "but try not to take it too far." He winked.
Danny gave him a big smile. "I won't Daddy. I promise."
Jazz hmphed, crossing her arms. They were seated in the living room, having a talk about Jazz's scare at 3 a.m. Maddie had not approved, but Jack was impressed that he had wired the toy train to start when the timer went off. He wondered how he did that…
"Alright prankster, time for you to go to bed," Maddie said. He complied without a complaint, which was sometimes worrying seeing as he sometimes stayed up after his parents went to bed to set up his schemes.
So that night, Maddie stayed up a little later than usual to make sure Danny was asleep in his bed. When she saw his comforter steadily rise and fall with his breathing, she knew all was well.
That is until Jazz's scream and their obnoxiously loud vacuum cleaner going off at 3 a.m. in her closet.
So this is the last chapter I had prewritten, so it might be a while before I write the next one. I plan on having the next one involve a little Sam Manson, so be prepared for cute friendship scenes!
If you have any critiques, please don't hesitate to tell me. And if you think flames are critiques, go ahead and write those too.
Until next time.