I do not own any of these characters except for the two robbers Mark and Jasper, and the Janitors Jerald and Zack. Butch Hartman owns Danny Phantom, Paul Germain owns The Rugrats, and Matt Groening owns The Simpsons.

Chuckie's Masterpiece

(Part of the Danny, Tommy, and Friends Story Series)

Written by Rugphan

WARNING (Seriously this time.): Never try these kind of 'stunts' the babies are going to do at home, or at a museum, or anywhere else. And, more importantly, never talk to strangers. You never know what they might be up to.

Chapter 1: Tommy's New Neighbors

"Tommy!" Danny cried. "Over here! I'm open!"

Danny Fenton was playing catch with Tommy Pickles in the Pickles' backyard. The two of them were bored that Sunday, so Tommy suggested to play a game of 'Don't Drop the Ball'. The goal of the game was to see how many times you could catch the ball without dropping it. The high score so far for Danny and Tommy was seven.

"Okay, Danny!" Tommy exclaimed. He was about to throw the ball to his playmate, but paused instead. "What number comes nextest?"

"Three." Danny said, answering the question for him.

Tommy nodded. "Okay, then! Here comes number three!" He threw the giant star ball as hard as he could, and Danny caught it easily.

"Alright!" Danny cried. "I caught it!"

"Great job, Danny!" Tommy said, happily. "Now, toss it back to me!" He raised his hands up in the air as he said it.

"Okay!" Danny replied. "Here comes number four!"

He tossed the ball as gently as he could. But apparently, Danny threw it a little too hard. Tommy ran up to try and catch the ball, but missed. It bounced up about ten feet into the air. This time, Danny tried to catch the giant star ball. He almost caught it, but it slipped out of his arms like a giant stick of butter. The ball then jumped up, going way above and over Tommy's head, and flew over the fence into Tommy's front yard.

"Uh, oh!" Danny cried. "Sorry about that, Tommy!"

Tommy sighed. "It's okay. But that was my favoritest ball in the whole wild world! But now it's gone! My Mommy and Daddy told me I'm not apposed to go in the front yard without a growed up!"

Danny smiled. "Don't worry Tommy! I'll get your ball back!" He thought for a moment. "Tell you what, I'll give you a lift on my shoulders near the fence, and tell me if you see it!"

Tommy nodded. "Okay! Let's do it!"

Danny hoisted Tommy onto his back, and held onto his playmate's legs. "Do you see anything?" he asked.

"Well," Tommy replied, "I see some houses, and some flowers, and some trees, and-,"

"I mean, did you find your ball?"

"Um, no." Tommy said, disappointedly.

Danny was about to put Tommy back down when he suddenly cried, "Wait a minute! I see it now!" Tommy frowned and glanced down at his playmate. "But it's across the street!"

Danny frowned too. "But I'm not allowed across the street without a grown up!" he cried. "Now what are we gonna do?"

Tommy smiled again. "Let's go and see if my Mommy will takes us across the street to gets my ball!"

"Good thinking!" Danny exclaimed.

The two of them headed for sliding glass door that led into Tommy's kitchen. The Pickles' kitchen was nice looking, along with the rest of the house. The walls were painted a light blue color, and the floor tiles were painted yellow and white. There were cupboards and drawers everywhere (Sometimes, Danny would forget which ones held the crayons and paper for when he and Tommy wanted to draw things.). All that was in the middle of the small room was the refrigerator and the big, round kitchen table.

Danny tugged on the sliding glass door as hard as he could until it opened. He quickly wiped his white sneakers with red shoelaces on the mat outside the door, and he and Tommy stepped inside.

"Mrs. Pickles?" Danny called.

No answer.

He tried calling again. "Mrs. Pickles?"

Still no answer.

Danny turned to Tommy. "I wonder where she went."

Tommy shrugged. Then he said, "Usually my Mommy leaves a note for my Daddy saying that she's went somewheres on the kitchen table. Let's see if she lefted one for him!"

Danny walked to the kitchen table. It was a little too high for him to see anything, so Danny stood on his tippy toes and looked around the table. Sure enough, there was a piece of notebook paper with Didi Pickles handwriting on it. Danny quickly grabbed the piece of paper from the table and showed it to his friend.

"See!" Tommy exclaimed. "I told you! What does it say?"

Danny read the note to Tommy. It said:

Stu,

I'm across the street visiting the new neighbors. Please give Tommy and Danny their lunch at 1:30. I will be back in about an hour.

-Didi

"That's perfect, Tommy!" Danny cried. "You're Mom's just across the street! Maybe she'll see your ball and bring it back!"

"But what if she doesn't see it?" Tommy asked, worriedly.

"Then we'll just ask her when she gets back from visiting the new neighbors!" Danny replied.

Tommy looked puzzled. "What are neighbors, anyways? Are they like horsys or something?"

Danny laughed. "No, Tommy. They're people who live close to you. Like these neighbors are just across the street from your house. Phil and Lil are your neighbors because they live right next to your house." He paused. "Is this making any sense to you?"

Tommy nodded. "I thinks so." he answered. "But I don't gets why they're new neighbors. My Mommy and Daddy have known the peoples across the street for a long time. So, why are they new all of a sudden?"

"Because, those people who used to live at that house moved to another town, in another house." Danny explained.

Tommy's eyes widened. "You can do thats?"

"Uh, huh!"

"But what about all of their stuffs?"

"Don't worry, Tommy! Your old neighbors took all of their stuff with them!"

"Where?"

"To the new house they're living in!"

"Why did they move anyways?"

"I don't know! Probably because one of their jobs moved or something!"

"Wait a minute! Jobs can move to different towns, too?" Tommy glanced at Danny with a puzzled look on his face. "You're really starting to confoose me, Danny!"

Danny opened his mouth to say something, but he thought better of it. "Forget it, Tommy." he mumbled.

Tommy's frown suddenly turned into a smile. "Hey! Do you think my new neighbors gots any kids?" He toddled over to the front door to take a peek out the window so he could try and get a glimpse of his neighbors across the street.

Danny shrugged. "I don't know." Then he grinned. "But we can always find out!" He went into the living room and walked over to his new, small, blue bag. Danny then opened the zipper, rummaged through the bag a bit, and pulled out a pair of small, blue binoculars. He headed back to the front door to where Tommy was still waiting for him.

"Wow, Danny!" he exclaimed. "What is that?"

"They're called binoculars. You can use them to look at things from a far distance. Now," Danny continued, "let's see who's moving in!"

He moved closer to the window, and held the binoculars up to his face. Danny was surprised to find that the lenses were very dark and blurry.

"Huh?"

He turned the binoculars around to see if he was holding them the right way, or if the lenses were dirty. But it turned out that there was a label stuck to the front of them! Danny peeled the label off as carefully as he could, and read it. It said:

WARNING: OBJECTS MAY BE CLOSER THAN THEY APPEAR.

Danny chuckled and rolled his eyes. 'Why do the manufacturers need to put this on a pair of binoculars?' He shrugged, crumpled the label in his right hand, and put it in his pocket. Then, Danny started to look across the street with the binoculars again. The lenses were much clearer now.

All he could see so far was a giant moving truck, along with Tommy's star ball right behind it in the backyard of the Pickles' new neighbors.

"You never told me that there was a moving truck across the street!" Danny said, not taking his eyes off the binoculars.

"There is?" Tommy asked, with excitement in his voice. "It wasn't theres when I was looking for my ball! Let me sees!"

Danny handed the binoculars to Tommy, and he looked through them with amazement. "Wow! You're right! There is a giant truck out theres!"

A few more minutes passed without any luck of seeing the neighbors. Stu Pickles came up from the basement with his toolbox, and glanced over to see Danny and Tommy looking out the window. Stu chuckled to himself. 'What are those boys up to now?' he wondered.

He approached Danny and Tommy as slowly as he could. Then, he lifted Tommy up into his arms as fast as he could. Tommy gasped at first when he was unexpectedly grabbed. But, when he saw it was his Dad, he giggled with delight.

Danny turned around to see what was making Tommy laugh so hard. "Oh, hey, Mr. Pickles!" Danny exclaimed. "What's new?"

"I was just going to ask the same thing." Stu said, pointing to Danny's binoculars.

"Oh, these? Well, we saw the note about Mrs. Pickles visiting the neighbors across the street, so, Tommy and I decided to see if your new neighbors have any kids we can play with."

Stu set Tommy back down, and leaned next to Danny. "Have you boys had any luck yet?"

"Not yet." Danny said, lifting the binoculars up to his face again. Nobody was in the neighbors yard yet.

"Well," Stu said, "I don't think reading my notes and spying on our new neighbors is going to help anything."

Danny glanced up at Stu when he realized what he was trying to say. "I guess I should've thought of that beforehand." he said, apologetically. "Sorry, Mr. Pickles. I wasn't trying to invade yours or the neighbors privacy."

Stu nodded. "It's okay, Danny." He paused, then said, "Tell you what, why don't I give you and Tommy some lunch, and then we'll go over and see the new neighbors. Sound like a plan?"

"Sounds great!" Danny exclaimed. "Thanks, Mr. Pickles!"

Stu nodded again, and headed toward the kitchen, while Danny and Tommy started to build a block tower. Just when Stu was about open the refrigerator, the doorbell rang. He quickened up his pace a bit and got to the door before the doorbell's forth ring. Stu grinned when he looked into the peep hole and opened the door. It was Chas Finster and his two-year -old son, Chuckie.

Chas greeted Stu with a big smile and said, "Sorry to come here in such short notice, but my Dad has a huge cold and my Mom needs some help around the house for a few days."

Stu frowned. "Is he alright?"

Chas nodded. "I just need someone to watch Chuckie until Tuesday, and I haven't been able to get anybody to baby sit." he explained. "Betty and Howard are taking Phil and Lil to the doctor's for a checkup. Charlotte and Drew are with Angelica at a hotel for Charlotte's business meeting. And Danny, Sam, and Tucker's houses are in a whole different town!"

"Don't worry about it, Chas!" Stu exclaimed. "Bring all of Chuckie's stuff over here so he can spend the night. Danny's staying here until Tuesday anyway, while his parents are at an inventors science meeting. Jazz is at a friend's house. Tucker, Sam, and their parents are away too."

"Wow!" Chas cried, setting Chuckie down into the Pickles' hallway. "And I thought spring break was supposed to be relaxing!"

As Chas and Stu continued their chat, Chuckie toddled over to where Danny and Tommy were playing. "Hi'ya guys!" Chuckie greeted them happily.

"Hi'ya, Chuckie!" Tommy exclaimed.

"What's knew, Chuck?" Danny asked.

"Well, I'm staying here for two whole days!" Chuckie replied.

"Cool! So am I!"

"That's great!" Chuckie paused, then asked, "What are you guys doing?"

"We're building a block tower!" Tommy answered. "Do you wanna help us out?"

"Sure!" Chuckie picked up a block, and carefully set it on top of the block tower. "Why are we building a block tower anyway?"

"We're waiting for my Daddy to make us some lunch, then we gets to go visit the new neighbors!"

"Oh." Chuckie carefully placed another block on the tower. He paused again, then said, "I didn't know you gots horsys, Tommy!"

"You'd better start asplaining, Danny!" Tommy exclaimed, patting his playmate on the back.

Danny sighed.

After a quick lunch, and a few face wipes, Chuckie, Danny, Tommy, and Stu headed out the door to visit the new neighbors.

"So, wait a minute!" Chuckie exclaimed, turning to Danny. "I don't gets the lastest part! Jobs can move to different towns, too?"

Danny nodded. "Yes, Chuck. They can."

Chuckie glanced at Danny with a puzzled look on his face. "This whole neighbors thing is too confoosing! It makes my head hurt!"

Danny looked puzzled himself. "Why do I feel like I just went through this whole routine before?" he asked, to no one in particular.

"'Cause you did!" Tommy said, answering Danny's question for him.

"Thanks, Tommy."

"Don't mention it, Danny!"

As they came closer to the neighbors' house, Tommy suddenly realized something. He tugged on Danny's T-shirt sleeve. Danny glanced down at him. "What is it, Tommy?"

"What if the new neighbors does gots kids?" Tommy asked. "Shouldn't we gives them something to welcome them?"

Chuckie nodded. "Tommy's right, Danny!" he exclaimed. "We should at least welcome them with something!"

"Okay!" Danny said, happily. "I brought four small bags of Gummi Dummi Bears to last me through the weekend. It's not much, but I can at least give away two of them!"

Chuckie searched through both of his pockets, and pulled out a cherry sucker. "My chin gets really messy from these things anyways!" he explained.

Tommy rummaged through his diaper a bit. "I gots an extra Reptar Bar from today's lunch!" he cried, pulling his snack out.

"I think that's enough for a good welcome!" Danny exclaimed. "Now, let's head inside!"

Stu approached the door and rang the doorbell. No more than ten seconds later, a smiling, African American, lady with short, dark brown hair opened the door. From what Chuckie, Danny, and Tommy could tell, she seemed nice.

Stu introduced himself. "Hello, there! My name is Stu Pickles. I live just across the street."

The lady nodded. "Oh, yes!" she exclaimed. "Didi told me you would possibly be stopping by!" She stuck out her right hand. "I'm Lucy Carmichael."

"Nice to meet you Lucy." Stu said, shaking her hand. He bent down toward the babies. "This is my son Tommy, and his friends Chuckie and Danny. I hope you don't mind I brought them along."

"Not at all!" Mrs. Carmichael exclaimed. "I've been trying to get my three year old daughter, Susie, some friends to play with. She always used to tag along with her sister and her brothers when they went out to play with their friends." She chuckled to herself. "Kids will be kids. Oh, please, do come in!"

What Mrs. Carmichael said made the babies grin. They had a new friend to play with!

Mrs. Carmichael bent down toward Danny. "You can lead the babies upstairs, dear. Susie should be up in her room. It's the second door on the left side of the hall."

"Thanks, Mrs. Carmichael!"

The three boys slowly headed up the stairs. The hallway was very wide, and a little bit dark. But it was light enough so the three of them could find their way to Susie's room. It was a good thing, too. There were lots of boxes everywhere!

"Tommy," Chuckie whispered, "I'm ascared of the dark!"

"Don't worry, Chuckie!" Tommy exclaimed. "We're almost theres! Besides, I'm sure Susie has plenty of lights on in her room!"

But, the strange thing was, when they got to Susie's door, the door was closed. A light shone out from underneath the crack, indicating that someone was in there. But, the boys couldn't hear anyone moving around in the room.

"What should we do, you guys?" Chuckie asked, nervously.

Danny thought the best approach was to knock on the door to see if anyone was inside. After all, he and his friend Sam got locked in their own classroom once after the Tommy, Chuckie, and his other friends purposely locked the door on them. The babies only did that because he and Sam got into a huge fight. But Danny wouldn't take any chances.

He slowly knocked on Susie's door.

Knock! Knock! Knock! "Hello?"

Nothing.

Danny tried again. A little harder this time.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! "Hello? Is anyone in there? We came here to welcome you!"

This time someone responded. "Just a second!"

A few seconds passed before someone opened the door. A little African American girl stood in front of them. She had long curly brown hair tied up into three different colored pink tails. She wore a yellow shirt with purple flowers that went down to her knees, purple pants that matched the flowers on her shirt, and red shoes. The girl smiled at the three boys. When she did, they could see that she had a huge gap on her top, front teeth.

"Sorry, about that!" she exclaimed. "I would normally leave my bedroom door open, but since we just moved here, I kept my door closed 'cause my room's kind of messy! Come on in!" The girl held the door open for the three of them.

As the boys stepped into the girl's room, Tommy exclaimed, "So you must be Susie!"

"That's right!" Susie said. "I'm sorry, but I don't knows your guys names yet!"

"Well," Tommy started, "I'm Tommy, your new neighbor from across the street, and that's Chuckie, and Danny, my two bestest friends."

"Hi'ya, Susie!" Chuckie said, shyly. He rummaged through his pockets a bit. "I brought you a lollypop!" he said, pulling it out and holding up to his new friend.

"Oh, that reminds me!" Danny cried. He took out the two small Gummi Dummi Bears packages and tossed them on the ground. "Welcome to the neighborhood, Susie!"

Tommy pulled the Reptar Bar from out of his diaper. "We know this isn't much," he said, "but we wanted to gives you something to welcome you."

"Aw, you guys didn't have to do this!" Susie exclaimed.

"We knows." Chuckie replied. "We just wanted to."

Susie smiled.

Tommy glanced around Susie's room, confused. The only type of furniture in there was Susie's bed and dresser, plus a couple of boxes. Other than that there was nothing else in the room. There were no toys in there at all. Tommy was also surprised to see that Susie's window didn't have any curtains.

"How comes you only gots your bed, your clothes holder thingy, and some boxes in here, Susie?" he asked.

Susie giggled. "We only just moved in here about an hour ago," she explained. "so we haven't unpacked much of our stuffs yet!"

"Oh!" Tommy exclaimed. He paused. "Does this mean your Mommy and Daddy told you and your brothers and sister that you was moving 'cause their jobs moved?"

Susie's smile turned into a surprised look. "I didn't know jobs could move." she said, amazed.

Chuckie cut in. "They sure can!" he said, nodding. "Just ask Danny. He's the one who knows a lot of stuffs!"

Danny was caught totally off guard when Chuckie had said this. He didn't know what to say. "I…well…uh…" he stammered. He decided to go with the easy answer. "Yes. Jobs can move to different towns."

Susie grinned once again. "I guess that explains why I moved here. My Daddy said we needed to move so he could go to his job at the Dummi Bears convention!"

"Wait a minute!" Danny exclaimed. "Your Dad works for the Dummi Bears?"

Tommy and Chuckie glanced at each other excitedly.

"That's so cool!" Tommy cried. "What does he do?"

Susie frowned. "I'm not sure. But it has something to do with making toys and stuff for the Dummi Bear show."

"Sweet!" Danny said, smiling. He paused for a moment and asked, "Did your Dad work next to any of those guys who did the toys for Reptar?"

"Yeah! He used to work for them until he got promoted for being in charge of the Dummi Bear toys, whatever that means. Why?"

"My parents used to make the gadgets there for Reptar's show."

"Wow! What are their names?"

"Mr. and Mrs. Fenton."

Susie looked puzzled. "I don't think my Daddy knew anybody who's last name is Fenton. I'll ask him later, though!"

"Great!"

Chuckie shuddered. "No fence or anything, Susie, but can we turn another light on in here? It's really dark in here!"

Susie sighed. "Sorry, Chuckie. There is no other light in here! The lastest people who used to live here painted this room black, so it makes the room dark even when the light's on!"

"Why would someone want to paint a room black?" Danny asked.

Susie shrugged. "I don't know. But I don't likes it!"

"Neither do I!" Chuckie exclaimed.

"My Daddy said that if any of us didn't like the color of the paint in our rooms, he would paint them whatever color we liked." Susie sighed again. "The only problem is that I don't know what color I want my room to be!"

Tommy stood still for a moment frowning, with his left eyebrow furrowed in concentration, and his left hand on his chin.

Susie was staring at him. "Is Tommy gonna be okay?" she asked, worriedly. "He doesn't look so good!"

"Huh?" Danny turned to look at his playmate's face. Then he smiled and faced Susie again. "Don't worry, Susie! Tommy's all right. That's just what he looks like when he's thinking!"

"Is that a good thing?"

Danny nodded excitedly. "That means something fun's gonna happen!"

"Or dangerous." Chuckie added.

"Yeah, or-," Danny paused. "This could also mean trouble."

A minute later, Susie's light bulb flickered and brightened up the room once again. "I gots it!" Tommy exclaimed.

"Got(s) what?" his three friends asked him eagerly.

"I gots an idea how to help Susie paints her room!" Tommy said, happily. "When me, Chuckie, and Danny goes back to my house, we'll draw some pictures! Then tomorrow, Susie can comes over and looks at the pictures and she can choose which one she likes the bestest! Then that picture," he continued, "can be the painting that goes on Susie's wall!"

"That's a great idea, Tommy!" Chuckie cried. "What do you thinks, Danny?"

"Let's do it!" Danny cried. "I think I've already got some ideas!" He paused. "But first, we'd better see what Susie thinks."

Susie nodded. "That's not a bad idea, Tommy! Goes for it!"

"Goes for whats?" Tommy asked, puzzled.

"Goes for those crayons and paper, and start drawing those pictures!"

"We will, Susie! We promless we'll have some good pictures by tomorrow!"