Hello, peoples. =) This is a rewrite of my story Sugar High. I personally think it's better than the other one. Hope you like it. Review and tell me if you think its better, please. =D And if there are any mistakes with the names or anything, please let me know because this was originally written using my own characters. No flames, please!

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or any of the characters.

The sun was creeping down the sky of Amity Park, ready for its disappearance. All was peaceful; dogs barked, birds chirped, and people chatted. But, of course, there was always something going on at FentonWorks and this night was no exception.

Sam Manson and Tucker Foley, two of the infamous trio, were walking down the long, cracked sidewalk making their journey to the home of the third member in their trio. Friday night was their official movie night and it was at Sam's house this time. In a matter of minutes, the two arrived at the wooden door to the Fenton's home. Tucker approached the huge door and knocked his knuckles on the hard wood three times. He could hear the voice of a young woman call out to acknowledge the door would be opened. The golden doorknob turned and the door opened to reveal Jazz Fenton, Danny's older sister.

Jazz gave the two a warm smile. "Hey, guys," she greeted. "Come in, Danny's getting ready so it'll only be a few minutes before he comes down." The three headed to the soft couch and sat down. They talked, trying to pass the time.

"Man, what's taking him so long," Sam mumbled. "I never knew it would take a boy this long just to get dressed!"

Bang!

The three jumped at the sound and stared at the stairs, wondering if the noise would be heard again. A few seconds later, out came Danny dressed entirely as an Indian. He rushed up to the top of the stairs and pointed at Sam.

"Chief Danny spots the enemy," he yelled. He held out a bow and arrow and aimed it at Sam. The arrow zoomed by her and it the wall about a foot away from her.

Sam seemed shocked but her expression immediately changed to one of annoyance.

"Ok, who gave him sugar?" she questioned, staring at Jazz suspiciously.

Jazz put on an innocent face and held her hands up. "Don't look at me," she defended. "I didn't give him anything."

Sam sighed at turned to Tucker who was trying his hardest not to let out a laugh. "We should wait until next week to watch the movie," Sam explained, "I don't think my parents would be very happy in Danny tried to shoot them with an arrow."

Tucker chuckled softly. "Yeah, I see your point."

The two said their goodbyes and closed the door behind them. Jazz sighed and shook her head. Her brother ran up to her, getting her attention. "Chief Danny must go make Indian smoke signals now!" he yelled and bounded up the stairs.

"Man, brothers are crazy sometimes," Jazz muttered to her. "Correction: brothers are crazy all the time," she added with a laugh. She headed over to the cookie jar to grab one of her mother's wonderful chocolate chips. She stuck her hand in only to find the once filled jar was now empty. Realization crossed her face and she then smacked her forehead.

"We got to get Danny to cut back on the cookies or next thing you know he'll be dressed as a cowboy!"

End =)