Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom. Butch Hartman does.
A "big-boned" plushie in an orange jumpsuit sat on the nightstand next to Vlad's bed. There was a digital clock where his stomach should be, and as of the moment it was flashing 6:59. Then the minute passed, and as it changed to 7:00, the chaos began.
"Hey, V-man, time to get up! It's nice and early in the morning, just the way you like it, and I, Jack Fenton, have come to wake you from your slumb—"
Vlad moaned quietly to himself at Jack's voice. Why, exactly, did I commission this thing to be made? He pulled the pillow over his head, but the Jack-plushie's loud voice bled through easily.
"—so I was thinking that maybe we could have pancakes. Or waffles, because waffles are—"
The halfa twitched and gave up trying to ignore Jack's voice. He grabbed the plushie and threw it – hard – against the far wall of his room. It fell to the ground, the alarm shut off.
Oh, right, thought Vlad as he righted his pillow and started to fall back asleep. That's why I had it made…
A/N: I would not be surprised if Vlad actually owned one of these.