Job
Danny forced a smile on his face as a customer walked up.
'Welcome to Nasty Burger. May I take your order?"
The woman studied the menu critically. "i'll have the Medium Burger Meal. No tomatoe."
Danny relayed the order via headset.
He couldn't believe he was doing this. For a pair of sneakers. But they were so cool! His parents refused to give him the money, and Nasty Burger was the only place hiring.
His boss stuck his head out of the office. "Fenton! Do inventory for me, will ya?"
Danny sighed. "yes, sir." He shuffled to the storage room.
"Okay, 30 cases of tomatoes, 30 cases of lettuce, 50 pounds of beef, 2-AAGH!"
The Box Ghost popped up in front of Danny, causing him to topple backward and smack his head of the cold concrete floor. "I am the Box Ghost. Beware!"
Danny scowled, rubbing his sore head. "You little pest!" he yelled as he transformed into Phantom. He fired a green ecto-blast at the ghost, sending him crashing into the crates.
"Now, do-UGH!" Danny wiped the red sticky tomatoe juice off his face and fired blast ofter blast at the obnoxious ghost until he finally found the thermous, Danny felt great glee sucking the ghost in.
Phantom became Fenton again, and he looked around the room in horror as his boss opened the door.
"How's invent-AAGH!" His boss gawked at the condition of the room. Raw beef splattered against the walls, the juice sliding into the cracks in the floor. Tomatoes, lettuce and onions covered the concrete. Mustard, relish, ketchup and mayo dripped from the ceiling.
"FENTON! YOUR FIRED!" His red faced ex-boss screamed.
Danny fled from the building. So much for those sneakers, he thought glumly.