Danny Phantom in...

"LUNCH BOX!"

(Note: Like you didn't see this coming.)

"Danny Phantom" and all related characters created by Butch Hartman and not used for profit.

"I am Lunch Box! Fear me, for I combine the power of meat with the power of boxes!"

"Yeah, whatever," sighed Skulker. "Where are your parents?"

"Daddy's trapped somewhere, and Mommy's trying to get him out," giggled the little ghost girl.

Ember smirked at the unfortunate hunter. "How did you get stuck baby-sitting the rug rat, again?" she asked sweetly.

"Shut up!" glared Skulker. "It's not like I wanted that idiot Box Ghost to name me as her godfather. I have an afterlife of my own, you know!"

"Yeah, whatever," grinned Ember. "Well, I'm off to do stuff. On my own. Without an annoying miniature tagalong."

"Sure, laugh now!" yelled Skulker at the departing musical ghost. "Just wait until it's your turn! You are her godmother, you know!"

His only response was a cackle as Ember disappeared.

With another sigh, he turned to find the child. Unfortunately, she wasn't in sight.

"Great," he muttered. "Now what?"

Meanwhile, Lunch Box had decided to explore while Uncle Skulker was distracted by Aunt Ember. She quickly faded out of Skulker's lair, and flew into the Ghost Zone proper.

"I'm gonna get in trouble!" the toddler giggled to herself. She flew off.

Soon, she reached a huge guardian monster. "Hello," she told it sweetly. "I'm Lunch Box. Who are you?"

The monster roared at her.

"Fine," she pouted. "If that's the way you want to be, then face the power of... MEAT COMBINED WITH BOXES!"

She formed cans of SPAM in either hand, and flung them at the monster. It roared again as the cans hit it in the eyes, bursting open and blinding it with SPAM.

Lunch Box giggled as the monster thrashed around, howling in pain and rage. "That's what you get when you're bad," she informed it sternly.

"There you are!" exclaimed Skulker, finally discovering her. "What have you been doing to this poor creature?"

"We were just playing, Uncle Skulker," she told him, trying to act innocent and failing miserably.

"Don't call me that!" snapped Skulker. "Now come on. Your dad's finally free, and I can get you out of my hair, and get back to plotting my revenge on that infernal ghost boy!"

Suddenly, he began to grin. "Although, now that I come to think of it..."

Ember was still laughing as she flew into her lair, but the sight of the place stopped her cold. There were boxes and meat scattered everywhere. Meat was squished into her collection of guitars. Boxes were piled all over her drums. The entire place was in chaos.

Ember gathered all her breath, and screamed out one word.

"SKULKER!"

The End?