Jazz was sitting in her room, reading a book when she heard trudging and soft footprints behind her. Danny was back.

"Don't you think the front door is better?" She rolled her eyes and turned her chair to the halfa, who had phased into the room not too long ago. Shocking, or not, the boy was covered head to foot in mud and had a grouchy look on his face.

"Need I say more?" He grinned when he saw her jaw drop and concerned look on her face. "It was originally just raining really bad, then well..." He paused. "Erm, can I explain the whole thing later? Mom's gonna realise something happened if she comes looking for you and finds me here like this. " The raven haired boy pouted as his older sister wiped a bit of mud from his nose.

"Here's a bit of a problem..." She coughed and wiped her finger on piece of tissue from the tissue box on her desk. "I kinda convinced mom and dad to convert the Fenton Stockades... into a washing mashine after the previous one broke." Her cheeks flushed a bit.

"Wait.. what?" He blinked and crossed his arms in mock disappointment. "Okay... so how exactly am I supposed to get cleaned up?"

"I never said it didn't work!" She huffed.

"Alright then, I'm not risking it on my own." He frowned and gave her a hug, smearing her perfectly clean shirt with mud. "If you're so convinced of it, We're placing your's in too." He smirked cheekily and turned to walk out the room. The older Fenton smiled a bit and pushed him out the room, leaving a sticky, muddy trail behind him. "You go and get changed and I'll show you how it works later. Dad explained the whole thing to me... I think. But I'm not telling you it works!" She called after him after he closed the door to his room.

The halfa stood beside the redhead, both staring at a strange looking top-load washing machine. It looked mostly like a normal washing machine, except there was no buttons, any place to pour any detergent in, nor was it connected to a water source. There was a huge 'Fenton' written on the side of it in cursive handwriting and the compartment to throw the laundry in was in the shape of a triangle.

They had changed into some clean clothes and had placed the 'dirty' ones in a small basket.

"Fenton. Predictable." They both chorused, which was quickly followed by a few small laughs and a sigh.

"So, dad called it 'The Fenton Laundro''." She rolled her eyes and dumped the shirts and jeans into the machine and pressed the only button there after closing it.

"It dematerialises the clothes, A.K.A, the very well known 'Take it apart molecule by molecule." She said, raising her finger up, causing the halfa to look at the machine awkwardly, sliently feeling bad for his clothes.

"It then analyses, takes away the dirt molecules, puts the clothes together again and voila! It's supposed to be stainless, repaired and clean as a whistle." She shrugged "And the dirt gets thrown in the Ghost Portal." She laughed.

"Consider me amazed. Maybe they can make a few useful things here and there." Danny smiled and rubbed the back of his neck as a soft 'ding' was heard.

She pulled out the clothes, perfectly clean, but what came out was a different thing altogether.

She held in her hands a denim shirt, a red and white coloured jeans and a bright blue short-sleeved shirt.

"You know Jazz, I don't really mind the shirt... but I don't really think the jeans' color is my thing."

A/N: You can kill me for being terrible with my ideas.

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