I do not own Danny Phantom.

Hello, all! I am back. Yes, here is the sequel to Ultimate Dare Off. The month of enslavement for Sam and Tucker begins. Are you ready? I am! Here we go!

School Hassle

Danny grinned broadly as Sam and Tucker shuffled into view, faces displaying both annoyance and despair. It was officially the end of their grounding sentence after their epic dare contest. He would remember this day for the rest of his life-it was the first of May. The beginning of the month of enslavement for Tucker and Sam.

"All right, Danny. What do you want us to do?" Tucker asked wearily, not wanting to beat around the bush.

Without a word, Danny tossed his jacket and backpack at his friends. With a grunt, Tucker caught the backpack and Sam scowled as the jacket landed on her head. "You guys get to carry my stuff around all day," he said cheerfully. "Put the jacket in my locker for me, will ya Sam? See you in class!"

Sam groaned as the teen halfa headed off. "This is going to be the longest month ever."

Tucker snorted, holding his friend's backpack by the straps and he followed the Goth teen to their lockers. "I doubt it. The past year was the longest. I never thought I'd wear so many dresses in my life," he said, vividly recalling the amount of dares that required him to dress like a female.

"I never thought I'd get so many bruises," Sam sighed. She spun the dial on Danny's lock and threw the metal door open. She hung his jacket on the hook while Tucker removed Danny's math binder and pencil case from the backpack.

With little grace, he chucked the unzipped bag to the bottom of the locker. "Come on. We still gotta get our stuff."

With as much speed they could muster so early in the morning, they grabbed their stuff and hurried for their first period class. The bell rang just as the duo ducked through the doors and they took their seats near Danny.

Tucker tossed his friend his math binder and pencil case. Danny smirked and leaned back in his chair as their math teacher began the lesson for the day. Throughout the entire class, he did nothing except doodle on a piece of paper from his binder.

Sam glanced over every so often, noticing the amount of pictures clogging the page that normally held notes. She knew that Danny wasn't one to try very hard in school, but he also didn't normally waste away class time in such a manner (with the exception of his occasional class naps).

She exchanged a worried glance with Tucker, who also noticed their friend's lack of productivity. They both had a horrible suspicion of what they would be expected to do when school ended.

Over an hour later, the bell rang and every scrambled to leave the classroom. Tucker gathered Danny's stuff as the halfa made his way to his next class with a cheerful whistle.

Sam shook her head at Danny's behaviour. "Tuck, you get his gym clothes. I'm going to my locker."

"Why me?" Tucker whined.

"Because you're both guys, and I don't want to touch his rank gym clothes. Who knows when they were last washed?"

Tucker glared at her back as she skipped out of the room. Muttering to himself, he slouched down the hall and went to his locker first before going into Danny's. Chucking in the binder and pencil case, he then grabbed hold of the duffle bag that held Danny's gym clothes.

"Oh, gag! I'm gonna puke!" Tucker choked as he held the bag at arm's length. It smelt like mouldy gym socks, rotten cheese and bile all combined in a horrible mixture. Crashing down the hall and into the gymnasium, he barged into the change room where Danny was waiting. Tucker tossed the bag at his feet. "Danny, they reek!"

Danny smiled. "Don't worry. I might get you to wash them for me later."

Tucker paled at the idea as he got changed into his shorts and T-shirt. They emerged out of the change room and went outside, where the day's lesson would be held. Joining Sam in the cool spring air, they all gathered at the start of the dirt track.

Sam grinned at Tucker's green face and whispered, "Better you then me."

Tetslaff jogged over and pointed a finger at Tucker before the boy could give a suitable response to his smug female friend. "Foley, you owe me ten bucks," she snapped.

Bewildered, Tucker started to ask why, but she was already off, hollering at the top of her lungs.

"Alright people! I want five laps around the track! Now!"

Danny put his arms out, preventing Sam and Tucker from taking off. "Carry me."

Sam's jaw dropped. "What?"

"Carry me. I need to save my energy in case a ghost shows up."

Sam scowled, but she took hold of one arm and Tucker took hold of the other. They used their other hands to brace Danny's legs. They started off around the track and Tetslaff groaned when she noticed their display.

"Please tell me this is not another one of your stupid challenges."

Tucker panted as he struggled to hold Danny up, his arms shaking. "No. This is our payment for losing. One month's enslavement."

"Get ready for a long month," added Sam breathlessly.

As they rounded the track a third time, Dash nudged Kwan in the shoulder. The boys had finished early as they usual did and were observing their slower peers. Kwan stared at the trio for a moment before grinning.

When they ran past the two jocks, Kwan reached out and pulled Tucker's beret over his eyes. Sam yelled out as Tucker careened off course, pulling them with him, shouting. "I can't see!"

"Tucker! Take off your hat! Tucker!" Sam shrieked when Tucker tripped and took them down with him. They lay in the grass, covered in dirt, groaning, and Tetslaff blew her whistle.

"Everyone hit the showers!"

Tucker sprang up and shook his head before Danny could say anything. "No way, Danny. There are boundaries, even if we are your servants."

Danny snorted. "You are disgusting Tucker. Just carry me to the change room."

Sam scrambled up and took off down the field. "You're on your own!" she hollered.

Danny jumped on Tucker's back and pointed in the direction of the change rooms. "Giddy-up, mush!"

Tucker scowled before jogging over to the showers. When they got there, Danny whistled happily as he entered a stall and Tucker collapsed on the floor, panting heavily. Too tired to take a shower, he changed and stuffed his muddy clothes in his bag. Danny came out a few minutes later, freshly showered, and tossed his stained clothes into his gym bag.

Tucker picked it up without a word and left.

This process was repeated for the next set of classes. Both Sam and Tucker were mentally cursing when Danny ordered them to carry him home after the final bell rang. Legs like lead and sweating like pigs they dropped Danny off at his front door and collapsed on the steps.

Danny reached in his backpack and pulled out a stack of textbooks. "You guys better get home. You have a lot of homework to do."

Tucker squeaked in protest, even though he knew this was coming. "Danny-"

Danny slipped inside and paused in the doorframe to say, "Terms of the bet! Now, try to aim for at least a B, kay?" before slamming the door shut behind him.

Sam groaned loudly when Tucker shoved half of the load into her hands. "This is so not cool."

They walked down the porch steps and headed for the library, where they figured would be the best place to do their homework. "At least he didn't ask me to wash his gym clothes," Tucker commented.

"Yeah, but there are still thirty days left for him to remember."

"Would it kill you to be optimistic once in a while?"

"Yes. Yes it would."