I don't own Danny Phantom. Butch Hartman does. I do own this story, though.

I present to you...

LIES

Danny yawned and stretched as he head toward the kitchen, still wearing his salmon pajamas on that sunny Saturday morning. He smelt cinnamon rolls, his favorite breakfast treat in the morning. Also something else, but he couldn't place it. It made his nose curl. All he knew was it smelled disgusting.

Upon entering the kitchen, he did indeed see a plate in the middle of the table with cinnamon rolls on it. His mom, dad, and sister were all eating the rolls (but for some reason, Jazz looked a bit pained), and as they saw Danny, they smiled and waved at him. He waved back, and he quickly turned to the cabinet to grab a plate, then sat down at the table, and reached for a cinnamon roll, grabbed the slightly burnt one (that his mom might've burned on purpose- she knew her son kind of liked burnt food if it wasn't overdone) and stuck it in his mouth, melting into the sweet sugary frosting on top and the taste of the swirls of cinnamon. The smell was delicious- but something else kind of killed it. It kind of reminded him of burnt rubber and the smell in the air of restaurants in the morning that made him sick from all the breakfast food cooking when he was inside.

As he finished his first one, licking his fingers off to get leftover frosting away, he gagged a little. "It tastes delicious, but what is that awful smell?" He groaned, rubbing his nose. Jack and Jazz sniffed the air.

"Hmm. I don't smell anything." Jack said with a shrug, and picked up another cinnamon roll. Jazz gave him a shrug, too, to say she couldn't either as she went to the toaster and turned it off, and took out two slices of toasted bread. Danny's eyes widened. Oh.

If there was one thing Danny hated, it was toast. It was just disgusting to him, and he almost never ate it- the only incidents being when Maddie or Jack gave him some and he couldn't refuse out of politeness, and the event with Amorpho when he really didn't care. He was just so subconscious of what he was eating in his worry about whether or not he'd be able to turn into his human form again. When his parents asked if he liked how it was cooked in the Fenton Toaster, he lied and said he did. But it really didn't matter what toaster it was cooked in. He hated toast, period. Another reason was his family all LOVED toast, and he didn't want to look odd among them. So he lied and said he liked it. After Jazz had put some raspberry jam on the revolting things, she took two other slices out of the toaster and looked at Danny with a smile.

"Danny, I made you some toast, too. It's good you get grains in your diet." Jazz said with a smile. Maddie grinned.

"Aww, that's so sweet of you, Jazz! Danny, make sure you eat the toast." She said. Danny mentally cringed, but nodded weakly. Jazz continued her cheery smile.

"Okay, what do you want on it? Butter? Jam?" She asked. Danny sighed, just wanting to get over the torture.

"Nothin'." He said. Jazz blinked.

"Nothing? Just to dry toast?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. Her brother nodded weakly, and she smiled and put it in front of him. Danny only stared at it for a minute, before Jack said,

"Well, you gonna eat it or study it?" He said jokingly. Danny chuckled nervously, and slowly picked up the first slice. The smell was awful- it make him wanna puke. The dry, just...Disgusting smell. He slowly opened his mouth and took a bite, cringing from the taste. He put on a fake smile while inside he was ready to vomit. It was...Indescribable in it's taste. All he knew was it was his least favorite thing to eat.

He took another bite, and chewed fast to try to get it down faster. He stopped paying attention to his family, and just focused on getting over this torture.

After he finished the toast in a few more painful bites, Maddie spoke.

"Danny, are you okay?" She asked. Her son nodded.

"Just peachy..." He said sarcastically to himself. "Why do you ask?"

"Because, the entire time you were eating that, you were staring down at the table and looking pained, and kind of pale." She said. Jazz cocked her head.

"Is the toast okay?" She asked. He nodded nervously. She raised her eyebrow again, but let the subject drop. Danny sighed and began the same process with the other piece, looking just as pained (though trying not to) and Jack sighed.

"Alright, there's obviously something wrong. DOES IT INVOLVE GHOSTS?" He shouted. Jazz slapped a hand on her face, while Maddie looked curious. Their son sighed.

"No, no. Nothing's wrong." He said. Jack stared between the crumbs of the toast left and Danny's face, and remembered that same face whenever his son ate toast. He gasped. His son hated toast.

"Do you not like toast, son?" He asked. Danny twitched.

"No, it's, uh...Delectable." He lied. Jack smirked.

"Oh, then please let me make you another piece of toast, because I know how much you love it." Jack said mischievously. His son only watched in horror as he pulled out a piece of whole wheat bread, which was good by Danny's standards, until it was spoiled by the toaster. After Jack put it in and it was done cooking, he put it on a plate with blueberry jam on top without Danny's permission, and handed it to him.

"Enjoy!" Jack said. He watched his son stare down the plate for a moment, before he again painfully ate a bite of it. The blueberry jam just made it more disgusting to him, and after a few more bites, leaving half of the toast left, he couldn't take it anymore.

"ALRIGHT, I LIED! I HATE TOAST!" He shouted, gagging. Jack triumphantly stood up with his hands in the air.

"Woo, I was right! Danny li-ed, he hates toa-st, HAHA!" He cheered. Maddie and Jazz gave him weirded out looks.

"Well, why didn't you just say so, you big liar?" Jazz asked. Danny sighed.

"You guys all love it, so I thought I'd look weird if I disliked- no, hated it. I hate toast. With a passion. It's got to be the most disgusting part of the breakfast plate." He muttered. Maddie sighed.

"Danny, do you think we'd really care?" Maddie asked. He thought for a minute.

"No, guess not. But I didn't wanna say for some reason." He shrugged. Jack smiled.

"That's okay, you don't have to eat it if you hate it that much. Next time just speak up." He said. Danny smiled and continued to eat cinnamon rolls instead.

"Oh, cinnamon rolls...I love you." He said. But Jazz looked pained as she ate. She groaned.

"Uh, guys?" She started. "I lied...I hate cinnamon rolls."