Chapter 6:
Strange Happenings
Danny crept, invisibly, down the hall. He glanced into his parents room and bathroom, then headed down the stairs and to the kitchen. Finding no one, he went to the middle of the living room, directly above his parents' lab. He got down on the floor and stuck his head through intangibly. His parents were down there, alright. He paused, eavesdropping on their conversation. (Hey, ya never knew.) Apparently, their newest weapon would be a doozy for the 'Phantom scum'.
His dad was enthusing to his mom about how the 'Fenton BOO-ger' (which looked like a giant, metal, green and silver nose,) would make ghosts sick. At the name of the machine, Danny couldn't help but snicker. "BOO-ger?" He whispered to himself, incredulously, his voice rising an octave or two.
According to his dad, the ghosts would have to stop terrorizing the town, because they wouldn't have the strength to do more than eat chicken soup. Or, that would be the case if ghosts ate, that is.
Little did Jack know, ghosts did, in fact, eat. They just ate ectoplasmic food, instead of human food. Halfas ate both. Which is why, as disturbing and dangerous as his mom's ectoplasm-contaminated cooking was, it was actually good for him, since it covered all the bases.
As long as he ate it, before it ate him.
*Hiccup* (Fenton)
"Oh, no." Danny said, freezing in panic.
"ALRIGHT, MADS, LET'S GO TEST THIS BABY OUT!" How they hadn't heard him, he would never know.
Oh, no. Oh, no. "No, no, no, no, no, no-" Danny whispered to himself, pulling at his now-tangible head, which was stuck inside the floor. He watched in horror, pulling harder, as his parents headed up the stairs.
"Okay, Fenton," he whispered to himself, still pulling frantically. "Keep your head on, hehe. Maybe they'll use the back door?"
No such luck. Danny's dad bounded up the stairs, his wife hurrying along behind him. "But, Jack, I haven't even fixed the kids breakfast ye- ...Danny!?" Maddie's mouth hung open at the sight of her youngest child.
"Uhh... hi, Mom."
"What, on earth, happened!?"
"Uuum... a ghost did it?" It came out as more of a question than an answer.
"A GHOST!? NO SPOOKY SPECTER MESSES WITH MY BOY! QUICKLY, SON! WHICH WAY DID HE GO!?"
"Uhhh,... that way?" Again, more question than answer. Danny pointed in the direction he hoped was the front door, but was actually the umbrella leaned next to it.
Jack gasped. "HURRY, MADS. DON'T WORRY, DANNY-BOY! WE'LL GET THAT MONSTROUS MOUND OF ECTOPLASMIC FILTH, AND PUMMEL IT INTO GLOWING, GREEN PASTE, UNTIL IT AGREES TO GET YOU OUT OF THERE!"
The big man ran out the door, nearly taking it off its hinges (again), and down the street, guns ablazing. Maddie was just glad he hadn't taken out the wall behind the umbrella. She turned to hers son - er - to the bottom half of her son. "Don't worry, Sweetie. We'll get you out of there if we have to beat that ghost into the next millennium!"
On that, Danny didn't doubt her. His parents really did love him. They would love his other half, too, if they knew it was him behind the mask - er - ghost - er - ...whatever.
Maddie Fenton ran out the door behind her husband. Why had he been so frantic last night.
*Hiccup* (Phantom)
Oh, yeah. That.
Danny pulled himself out of the floor, just in time to see Sam, Jazz, and Tucker at the top of the stairs. Sam leaned back against the wall, while Jazz leaned against the railing, both holding in their laughter. Barely. Tucker was on the floor, already laughing so hard no sound was coming out.
All of a sudden, Tucker found his voice. "Ahhh!" He shouted in mock-horror. "Ghost-Ostrich!"
They lost it.
AN: Hey, everybody! :) This chapter may be a little OOC for the Fenton parents, but I needed to get them out of the house, while remaining oblivious. Plus, I figured Danny's luck had been too good for too long, for someone that clumsy. Poor Danny... :)
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- Ellie
