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Disclaimer: I'm too inexperienced to own something as successful as Danny Phantom (or Ghost Busters). I don't own the characters; I don't own the lines.
Not Such a Mess
Sam's grandma taped lightly on her granddaughter's bedroom door.
"Go away, mom!" the teen shouted. "You've already caused me enough trouble."
"Now Sam sweetie, is that any way to talk to your grannie?"
The door swung open. Sam was surrounded by the Masters' Blasters, all of whom were way too close. "Back up, you're gonna suffocate her to death," the old woman told them.
"Hey, maybe you don't get it. We're like, her bodyguards. And we need to be this close 'cause the last time we weren't, she was locking lips with a ghost."
Sam's scowl increased, so that it was as broad as if she was grinning ear to ear. "The restraining order is pointless," she said "Mom's just prejudiced because he's different. That doesn't mean we'll stay away from each other. We're best friends."
"Bubeleh, who's the ghost lucky enough to have you for a friend?"
"Oh, trust me, you've met him."
Ida's eyes lit up and she gave Sam a small smile. "Well, if he's really that important to you, I think we could get your mom to lift it," she told her granddaughter.
"Danny, are you ready to go now?" asked Jack.
His ghostly son sighed and pulled the filthy cloth he was holding away from the wall. "I'm sorry dad, I just thought that I'd do something nice for mom, to show her that I'm not evil."
Jack looked between the white section and the small section of wall that was greyed with dirt. "That's funny; I don't notice any difference."
Danny looked hard at the wall. "I'm almost done," he reported. "It will take me five minutes at the most."
The halfa went back to scrubbing, ferociously.
Maddie walked into the living room and gasped. The floor had been vacuumed and shampooed, the furniture was free of dirt, and the walls were so clean they were shining. She looked around in awe. "What happened here? Wait a minute, Jazz!"
She walked upstairs and into her daughter's bedroom. Jazz was sitting at her desk, reading her sociology book. "Thank you honey!" she expressed, pulling her into a bear hug.
"Wait a minute, thanks for what?" Jazz asked.
"Thanks for cleaning the living room, of course!"
"Mom, I didn't clean the living room, that was Danny."
Maddie paused. "Danny?"
"Yeah, he was trying to help you out."
Maddie's expression went blank. "Where is he?"
"He went ghost hunting with dad."
