Fox of Light: Hey, I've been on hiatus for quite some time with my Danny Phantom fics. Sorry for just leaving y'all out in the cold.
So, here's a new installment of Chicken Soup for the DP lover's soul. This is based mostly on a true story. I'll explain after
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or the Chicken Soup series..
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Danny and the Homicidal Seatbelt
"Jazz, Danny, you two go out and have some bonding time," yelled Maddie from the basement, working on a new Fenton Invention.
"But Mom, I'm playing Doom with Tucker and Sam, and we're totally kicking butt!" whined Danny, who easily heard his mom in his room through the ventilation system.
"Yeah, I'm also working on my calculus, which I know you can totally help me with! But no, you say that you don't know calculus, and you're inventing things! Usually that stuff takes calculus!" Jazz complained to her mother.
Maddie ran up to the kitchen, holding an incomplete invention. "Jazz, honey, it's been years since I've done that. And I wing it at these inventions, as other 'normal' mothers, as you call them, wing it as cookies without using a recipe book."
Jazz grumbled as she slammed her large math book shut, with the pencil, paper and calculator still in there. She stomped up the stairs, grabbed her little brother firmly on the arm, and drug him down the stairs. "Jazz! I was in the middle of the game! At least I could have told them that I had to leave the computer!" Danny yelled at his sister.
"I want this to be as fast and painless as possible, ok?" Jazz said through her teeth.
Danny finally walked by his own will, rather than his sister's, as they both headed out the door.
As Jazz and Danny got in the car, Maddie stepped outside and waved. "Bye. You two really need this bonding time together, you rarely get it." Then the car backed out from the parking lot and set off in it's own direction.
Danny chuckled. "Mom doesn't realize how much time we really spend together."
Jazz couldn't help let out a little laugh as well. "I know. But they don't know that you're half ghost, so naturally, they don't know that I help you, and that's technically our bonding time."
Danny smiled, and then leaned forward to play with the radio dial. He didn't like the big band stuff his sister was listening to, so he wanted to change it to a station that played more modern music. Jazz saw this, and before he was able to play around with the dial, she slapped his hand.
The younger Fenton, surprised at the attack from the older Fenton, jerked forward a bit, then the seatbelt caught him, and he was thrown back into the seat, taped down by his seatbelt.
"Now you know not to play with my dial, especially since this is my car, and I'm driving!" Jazz said. But she got no answer. She looked to the passenger seat and saw that he was being strangled by the seatbelt. It was so tight, that it was pressed against his neck, attempting to strangle him.
Jazz immediately unbuckled her little brother from his seat, and he gasped, happy to be free from the grasp of the seatbelt. He put his seatbelt back on, this time very loosely.
"Are you OK, Danny?" asked a worried Jazz.
"Yeah, that seatbelt just had a good hold on me," Danny chuckled.
"That's never done that before, it's really odd," mentioned Jazz.
"Heh…So, are we going anywhere in particular?" asked Danny.
"Not really, unless you want to."
"I'd say the mall, but I'm afraid you'll go all girly and go clothe shopping."
"No, I'm not into that kind of thing. I'd rather go to some antique shop in the mall, or maybe an art shop."
"Which is equally as bad," Danny mumbled under his breath.
"I heard that, little brother!"
Jazz made a right turn, which made the vehicle face the sun. "Aw crap, the sun…gotta sneeze!"
Danny held his hand over his mouth, as he was climaxing to the sneeze. He jerked forward slightly as he sneezed.
"AH-CHOO!" THWACK!
Danny was once again pinned down by his seatbelt.
"Bless you, Danny," said Jazz. When she got no reply, she realized that her car was once again, attempting to kill him.
She unbuckled him again, and once again, he put the seatbelt back time, this time extremely loosely.
"You know Danny, maybe it's best if we went home now," said Jazz, "If my car is holding a grudge against you, then it may be best if we left it as soon as possible."
Danny nodded in agreement.
The entire ride home, he held the seatbelt out, so it couldn't try to strangle him again. They entered the driveway, and Danny gave a sigh of relief when he realized he was free from the homicidal seatbelt.
The two young Fentons entered the house, and Maddie was surprised to see them home already. "You were only gone for fifteen minutes, why are you guys home?"
"Because Jazz's car wants me dead!" yelled Danny
Jazz chuckled, and said, "It's true, and can't you see the red marks on Danny's neck?"
Maddie went up to her son and observed the red seatbelt mark on his neck. She couldn't help but laugh. "I remember when your father had that car, and took my on our first date in it. It tried to strangle me as well. That's why, when we take Jazz's car, I always put the top part of the seatbelt behind me."
Danny sighed, "Unfortunately, I am not that smart."
He went up the stairs and was about to head into his room, when his sister confronted him. "You know, Danny, you really are dumb."
"Why, because I didn't think of putting the seatbelt behind me?" groaned Danny.
Jazz shook her head. "No, it's because you could've gone intangible and gotten yourself out of that mess."
Danny, realizing that his sister had basically told him that he forgot he was half ghost, banged his head against his door. "Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb…"
Jazz went back down the stairs and returned to the kitchen to do the problem she was stuck on, and found it to be solved already. The handwriting was messy, and barely legible, but it was solved. "What the…?"
"Never thought your old man was that smart, eh, Jazz?" said Jack with a grin.
Jazz just sat there with her mouth agape, wondering what more surprises she could find out from her family…
Fox of Light: So yeah, when I was in a car coming from an Eddie Daniels concert, there were three people, including me, in the back seat. The seatbelt kept pinning down the girl in the middle seat; I think it was three times. I had to keep unbuckling her so she wouldn't get strangled.
Oh yeah, the calculus part is my own ranting…I can't figure out a problem in my homework, and no one can help me. TT I thought the Jack figuring it out part would just be a cute thing to put in there. I don't think he's as dumb as he acts.
Oh, if you have any random ideas, and you have no idea what to do with them fanfiction wise, doya think you could give them to me. I'll totally credit you. I'm caught up in school so much, that I can't really think of ideas for this randomness.