GASP! I'm writing a POST-PP oneshot for once? Wow... Anyways, this is what I think would happen if Danny had to get a job for money... that can handle his wacky schedule. Not many jobs can do that... XD

"You found a job that can fit my schedule?" Danny questioned the phone that was sitting in his hand. "Really? Wait, what is it?" He asked with excitement in his voice. Seconds later, he started chuckling. "No, seriously, what were you thinking? Wait, you weren't joking?" Danny stopped talking for a moment, so he could listen to the other person on the line. "I'll take the job. But I get a 20% cut, OK?" Danny paused his talking again, then he nodded. "I'll start tomorrow then."

Danny shut the phone and plopped backwards into a chair. "What did I just get myself into?" He whispered.

Danny looked in the mirror, and fixed his hair. It was the first day of his job. Sighing, he flew downstairs to see his Mom and Dad.

There was a big pile of packages on the table. "Honey, here are the packages you have to deliver." Maddie said, before handing her floating son an envelope. "Put the money in this, and don't lose it." She instructed, before ruffling his hair.

"Mom!" Danny said in surprise, before tucking the envelope under his arm so he could attempt to fix his once-again messy locks. "I just fixed my hair."

Maddie chuckled at her son. "Sorry, but it's your first day and I'm so excited."

Jack beamed at his son. "I always knew that either you or Jazzy-pants would end up working for FentonWorks, whether it be to fight ghosts or to deliver inventions to people. You just ended up doing both, Danny-boy." He said, before handing Danny a large box.

Danny showed a hint of a smile. "Thanks." He commented as he took the package and easily lifted it above his shoulder, but as he did that the envelope fell down, so he had to bend down and pick that up. "I'll be back in a little while." He told them, before flying off to start delivering the many Fenton inventions that people were ordering.

Several hours later, Danny laid down in his bed, half-tempted to go to sleep right then and there. He glanced at the wad of money in his hand, before groaning from exhaustion. "Who knew that there would be so many inventions to deliver?" He asked himself, before chuckling a little bit. "That took longer than I thought. But then again, I didn't add in the amount of time to find all of the addresses, and the time it took to ditch the fans."

Danny sighed again. "Normally, I would quit." He started to talk again, before looking at the money and smiling. "But... this makes it right. All $400 of it. And to think; it's only been one day!"

Lol. My sister said something the other day that made me think of Danny as a delivery guy... I laughed so much, I fell out of my chair and rolled into the living room.