Ding-Dong.

Danny rushed to open the door. Tucker and Sam were at the door, holding sleeping bags and stashes of technology. (In Tucker's case, anyway.) Maddie, Jack, and Jazz were touring colleges for the weekend, so the house was free.

So, after everyone was settled in, Danny lit up and held a flashlight under his face. His face developed eerie shadows.

"Now, to begin our weekend long coed slumber party, we must have…FUDGE! I raided Dad's stash."

Danny whipped out severl bags of fudge. Tucker and Danny ate a few pieces. But Sam, oh boy, would Sam eat. She ate five bags of fudge, dribbling about a third of it on herself and her sleeping bag. Sam had never had fudge before, or any sugar at all, and found the side-effects of sugar…exhilarating.

"OH MY GOSH, I LOVE FUDGE, DIDJA KNOW THAT, I LOVE FUDGE, I ALSO LOVE YOU GUYS, YOU'RE THE BEST FRIENDS I'VE EVER HAD, OF COURSE, YOU'RE ALSO THE ONLY FRIENDS I'VE EVER HAD EXCEPT FOR GREGORELLIOT BUT I DON'T LIKE HIM, HE'S JERK, AM I TALKING TOO MUCH?"

Danny and Tucker blinked at each other.

"…No?"

Sam jumped up. "I'm going to sing a song!" she shrieked. She opened her mouth and began to sing.

Now, Sam's singing voice was like Carlotta trying to sing Think Of Me combined with Raoul singing All I Ask Of You, as if they had been turned into cats that had retained their human voices and the cats were having their tails run over by a rocking chair that was being rocked by a 500 pound woman who had run away from the circus she worked at because she'd eaten all their fatty food including the deep fried-chicken-smashed-between-two-Krispy-Kreme-doughnuts sandwhiches. (1)

If possible, what Sam was singing was worse than the voice she was using.

"MARSHMELLOOOOOOOOOOOOWS! I LOOOOOOOOOOOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUU, MARSHMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLOOOOOOOOOOOOW! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE LOOOOOOOOOOOOVE ME, MARSHMELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!"

Tucker stared at Danny in horror.

"She's your best friend, stop her!"

"SKULLS!" Sam shrieked randomly.

Danny walked up to Sam.

"Sam, if you stop singing, we can make out?"

"YES! FUDGE! MAKE OUT!"

Danny, eager to end the horrificness of Sam's singing, kissed Sam. Sam immidiately calmed down and they made out for ten minutes.

"I LOVE YOU!"

"ME, TOO!"

Tucker blinked again. He pinched his leg to make sure this wasn't a very bizarre dream. His leg hurt like heck, so he shrugged and had another piece of fudge.

(1) They actually honest-to-God sold those at the L.A. County Fair, gag