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Thanks to Epona for beta reading!
"Mrs. Manson, where is Mr. Fenton?" Mr. Lancer asked as the first period bell rang.
"I'm not sure, Mr. Lancer," Sam answered honestly. It wasn't like Danny to be this late, ghost trouble or not…
"Well then I guess I'm just going to have to mark him absent." Mr. Lancer said, returning to his grade book. Tucker looked over at Sam.
"I talked to Danny just last night, and he seemed fine. So he's not sick…" he whispered worriedly.
"I know," Sam whispered back. "I'm sure he's okay." But she didn't seem so sure. "We'll ask Jazz at lunch if he's not here by then." Tucker nodded his head to indicate he understood, and turned back to Lancer's lesson. Sam knew he wasn't paying attention, though. She wasn't either.
Where are you Danny? She wondered as she looked back out the window as if expecting to see him running, or flying, this way, eager to get to school and avoid detention. But he wasn't there, and he wasn't coming.
"Thank you mister!" A little boy said cheerfully as the ice-cream man gave him the chocolate cone he asked him for.
"Yeah, whatever…" the man muttered, "next!" the little boy frowned and walked away, giving a deathly glare to the ice-cream man who just stuck out his tongue in response.
A little boy with white hair, green eyes, and a black and white jumpsuit with a D and a P on the front of it came up to the truck with an enormous grin.
"Wow!" The man said, trying hard not to laugh, "Are you a Danny Phantom fan?"
"Nope!" He said eagerly, jumping up and down as his smile grew larger.
"I am Danny Phantom! I'm this many years old." He held up two fingers.
"And I want ice-cream pleeeeeeeeeaaaaasssseeee!"
"Of course you are…" The man said to Danny, rolling his eyes.
"What do you want?" Danny thought for a minute.
"Uh…ICE-CREAM!" He shouted, and started jumping up and down again.
"Oh boy…" the man sighed, "What kind of ice-cream do you want?" Danny thought again.
"Cold ice-cream?" The man's eye twitched.
"No…" he managed to mutter through gritted teeth, "Strawberry, chocolate, or VANILLA!" Obviously his patience was running thin.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh….." Danny said, his smile returning, "All of it!"
"All of it?" The man's eyes widened, "That's like, one hundred dollars! There's no way you have that much money!"
"Money later, ice-cream NOW!" Danny screamed.
"Get out of here kid!" the man said, shooing him away. "It's for paying customers only!" The man got up and headed for the steering wheel of his truck.
"Let's find a new neighborhood…" he muttered to himself. "You could've went to collage, Jim, but noooooooooooo…" He broke out of his thoughts when he heard noises coming from behind the truck. Jim whipped around to find a little Danny Phantom digging through the ice-cream boxes and making a total mess.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Jim screamed, jumping over the seats and lifting Danny up by his arm. He was covered almost head-to-toe with different types of ice-cream and was completely oblivious to how mad the ice-cream man was at him.
"HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE ANYWAY?" he continued yelling as Danny started to lick his gloved fingers.
"I went frew the walls…" he said looking at the man. Jim's hands seemed to be getting particularly cold; he just figured it was because the boy was covered in ice-cream.
'You went through the walls…" he said blankly. Danny nodded his head furiously, trying to pull away from Jim to get back to the cold dessert that was flooding the ground.
"Do you actually think that you're Danny Phantom?" Jim asked the boy who was finally able to pull free.
"Duh!" Danny said as he ripped open a new box. "That's what I said."
The man couldn't help but laugh. Grabbing Danny by his arm again, he kicked open the back doors of his truck.
"Sorry kid, but if you don't have money, you don't get the product…" Jim said, throwing Danny out of the truck. Danny's face was only mere inches from hitting the road but he stopped falling right before the impact. Jim noticed this and froze as he watched the boy get back on his feet. It was almost like he was flying…
Shaking the thought away, he watched Danny turn around and narrow his glowing green eyes.
"That wasn't very nice!" He muttered. Jim shrugged.
"Who said I was nice?" He shut the doors and turned around, only to jump back when he saw the white-haired toddler standing right in front of him.
"I said I wanted ice-cream!" Danny screamed. Jim looked at the boy, then at the door, then back at the boy. His eyes widened and his mouth opened up slightly.
"How did you…" he managed to mutter in just over a whisper. Danny was once again getting into the ice-cream boxes. Jim shook his head and grabbed the boy by the back of his jumpsuit and lifting him in the air. Danny struggled to get free.
"Listen kid!" he said, trying to suppress his anger, "I don't know how the heck you keep getting in here! But I know how you're getting out!" Turning to the door again, he opened it and went to throw Danny out only to find the boy wasn't there. Whipping around, he saw nothing but an empty truck with the now-sticky floor from the melted ice-cream. Looking around one last time, Jim closed the door behind him and slowly walked over to the wheel. Sitting down, he put the keys in the ignition, started the truck, and slowly drove to the next block, away from the park.
"What does that do?" he heard a voice ask. He jumped in fear and tried to regain control of the truck that swerved off road. Looking at the passenger seat next to him, he saw 'Danny Phantom' pointing to a button on the dashboard.
"Wha…how…" Jim asked speechless as Danny smiled back at him with another energetic grin.
"Well if you're not going to tell me then I'll just find out!" Before Jim could object, Danny pushed the button. Music started blaring all throughout the small ice-cream truck and both people covered their ears to protect them from the noise. Silence swept through the truck as Jim finally managed to push the off button. Rage flooded the man, and he glanced over at the shocked little toddler.
"Wow…" he muttered at last. "LETS DO THAT AGAIN!" he cheered, reaching for the button. Jim caught his hand.
"No!" he shouted, "Lets not! Don't you have parents?"
This kid had gone far beyond merely bugging him. Sure, he disappeared and reappeared in a blink of an eye. And, sure, he claimed he could 'walk through walls' and he was the infamous Danny Phantom…but Jim didn't really care. He never believed in ghosts, or anything phenomenal relating to things like that. He wasn't here for any of the ghost attacks, and he'd never met nor seen a ghost in his life, so why should he start believing now. Especially when some two-year-old claims he's a ghost that's supposed to be teenager anyway…
"Uh..." Danny thought, "Yeah! I do!"
"Then…GO BOTHER THEM!" Danny nodded his head frantically.
"Okay I will!" he smiled, "Thanks for the ice-cream mister!" He said waving goodbye. With one last smile, he disappeared. Jim's eyes widened. It took him a while to process what just happened. Was he losing his mind? Turning to look back at the mess in his truck, he knew that someone was here so he wasn't insane…at least not completely; clueless, yes, but not insane. Jim did the only thing he could think of doing….he screamed.
Obviously, he meets his parents next. I hope some of you had better ice-cream man experiences than I did. Every oneI ran into seemed to have the same reaction as Jim... I seem to tick off nail people too... I can't really be that annoying...
Right?
-angelofsuspense