I don't own Danny Phantom.

This is a challenge response to AnimationNut's Challenge #5. This was the stipulation:

'-Danny's parents go to Casper High to teach a lesson on ghosts and bring blood blossoms as an example (Those flower things that painfully affect ghosts).

Rules: You can reveal his secret if you want. You don't have to. You can just make everyone extremely suspicious. Sam or Tucker will have to find a way to get rid of the blossoms, since Danny will be in excruciating pain and won't be able to move and all. You can even have a ghost attack if you want :)-'

I think it sounds like fun. It was originally gonna be a oneshot, but the outline... sprouted. :P We'll see where it goes. I have at least four chapters planned out already, possibly more.

Danny yawned lazily, seating himself at the table with a bowl and spoon as Jazz spooned up her cereal from behind some thick psychology book with a title that he couldn't be bothered to make out at the moment. For once, he'd had a good night's sleep; no ghosts had turned up in the night, and he was rather comfortably rested this morning. He gazed absently at the patterns of sunlight on the wall from the kitchen window, wondering idly what he, Sam, and Tucker would find to do with the day. Perhaps the ghosts would stay away today, too...

Yeah, and maybe Vlad will turn up and say he's no longer interested in marrying Mom or converting me and he wants to be friends with Dad, he thought sarcastically. He snorted, then pushed it out of his head, pouring cereal and milk. With enough rest to keep from falling asleep, he had every intention of doing well in school today... maybe he could bring his grades up a bit.

Jack charged through the kitchen from the family room, storming down the steps to the lab like a freight train. A number of crashing noises commenced, before traveling up the stairs and back to the family room on top of an orange hazmat blur. Twice more the big man passed, and Maddie came in to help. Jazz stared. "Mom? Dad? What are you doing?"

Maddie poked her head around the corner. "Your school asked us to do a class on ghosts!" she exclaimed proudly. "We'll be using our own classroom for the next couple of weeks, and everyone will get a chance to hear what we have to say. Now there won't be so much confusion on the subject of ghosts!"

Jazz and Danny exchanged glances. Uh oh. "Are you bringing along any ghost weapons?" Danny asked cautiously.

"Oh, we'll have a few in case a ghost attacks," Jack brushed the question off breezily.

"We won't be handing any to the class, don't you worry... don't want a student shooting someone by accident!" Maddie smiled.

Danny looked relieved. "Okay then." A pause, then he grinned. "I can't wait."

Jazz stole a quizzical look at him. "Danny?" she mouthed.

"Most of their theories are way off the mark," he mouthed back. "I want to see what ones they choose to air and how they present them... it's sure to be entertaining."

"A bit sad, too," Jazz observed dryly, in a bare whisper. "The 'ghost experts' of Amity Park..."

"Well, as far as they know..."

"Why have they never actually checked to see if their theories are true, once the portal opened?" she wondered quietly.

"Dunno. Maybe we can post it a question in class?"

"If you reword it... don't insinuate that you think their theories are false, or anything... it wouldn't end well."

"Yeah."

They cut off their whispered conversation as the clock ticked on, rising to put bowls and spoons in the sink. Danny raced for the door; Jazz followed at a more sedate pace. "Have a good day at school! Don't be late for the ghost class!" Jack called after them happily.

"We won't!" Danny grinned, and swung the door open.

"Don't forget the flowers!" Maddie called to Jack. "We need to incorporate some kind of history into the class... it adds background and credibility..."

"Fenton Family's first proof of ghosts, of course!" Jack's reply was excited and proud. The door swung shut, cutting off any reply Maddie might have made to that.

Jazz raised an eyebrow. "'Don't forget the flowers'? That seems odd."

"Fenton Family's first proof of ghosts? That'll be interesting," Danny mused.

They grinned at each other, before separating to go to school their own ways.

At school, Danny met Sam and Tucker outside the doors and told them about the new class as they went to get their books. "They're bringing ghost weapons, but only in case a ghost attacks, they won't actually use them for the class... so it shouldn't be a problem," he finished.

Tucker clicked away at his PDA for a moment. "When do you think the class will be?"

"Look at the schedule." Sam stopped at the bulletin board. Pinned prominently in the center was a piece of paper labeled 'Ghostly Basics: A Class on the History and Characteristics of Ghosts, taught by Jack and Maddie Fenton'. Below was a list of students and the times they were to get to class. "We have last period today in the ghost class. Just the one class, too..."

"Yeah, just one class for everyone," Danny agreed. "They'll be teaching the class for a few days, just till everyone at Casper High gets cycled through it."

"Hopefully their tenure as teachers won't be too eventful," she observed.

Tucker grinned. "C'mon, Sam, they aren't bringing ghostly weapons to use on the class. What could possibly go wrong?"

Danny frowned. The phrase 'famous last words' was floating through his head as the bell rang and they separated for their first classes.

First chapter gone! Only a set-up for now... the class will be the next chapter.

I don't hold much stock in Jack and Maddie's ghostly theories... they've never gone in the Ghost Zone, they've never TALKED to a ghost, and there's only so much you can learn from fighting them. Danny (plus Sam, Tucker, and to a lesser extent Jazz), who has spoken to ghosts in the Ghost Zone and understands a lot more of how ghostly society works, would understand that most if not all their theories hold no water. I daresay it would be amusing to listen to just how off the mark his parents are, especially since no one else knows it to laugh at them.