"Hey, Danny," Tucker waved, meeting his friend by the high school entrance.

"Hey," he replied, wearily. Danny yawned briefly, then continued, "I am so tired. I'm sorry, dude, but I can't remember your favor."

"It's okay. My favor? Sure. You just have to act like me, the rest of the day."

"Why?"

"Oh, you'll get your answer, just not right now." Tucker grinned, shutting his eyes. He directed his thoughts to Danny, We even get our own walkie-talkies! Danny shrieked, taking a step back from where he was standing. He took a hold of his head, tossing it around viciously.

"AHHH! There are voices in my head! They're-" Tucker grabbed Danny by his shoulders.

"Shhh! You MORON! It was me! I WAS INSIDE YOUR HEAD!" As soon as the two boys quieted down, they noticed that some surrounding classmates were staring. Tucker made a face, then guided the two into the school.

As Tucker stopped, he faced Danny. "Look, that was me." Danny ran his fingers through his hair, mindlessly.

"You mean, 'We even have our own walkie-talkies'?"

"Yeah," Tucker nodded. "That was me."

"How?"

"Telepathically."

"How?"

"Desiree."

"How?"

"Wishing."

"How?"

"NONYA!!!!!" Danny winced, backing away. Tucker chuckled. "Sorry, man, but you gotta stop asking so many questions… especially the same one , so many times."

So we can talk like this? Danny asked, glancing around the hallway. Secretly?

Yup. Only us, too!

Cool. By the way, have you seen Sam? She's later than usual, today. Tucker rolled his eyes as the bell rang. Danny shrugged, shoving his hands into the air, What

FIRST PERIOD

Danny sat down in a desk by the window, Tucker sitting beside him. Sam finally a rrived, her attendance better late than ever.

"Hey, guys," she whispered, getting out her notebook. "Sorry I'm so late. Grandma had a heart attack." Tucker flashed Danny a glance.

Act like me, he reminded Danny, silently. Danny slightly nodded.

Sure thing.

"I hope your grandmother is okay," Danny directed his comment towards Sam, "but don't expect me to go visit her. Hospitals are off-limits. See, I'm allergic to sharp, pointy needle-thingies..." Sam was astonished.

"Since when, Daniel Fenton?" she eyed Danny curiously. And, right on cue, Tucker looked up from his notebook.

"Who said my name?" he asked, looking around the classroom.

"Manson! Fenton! Foley! Quiet!!" Mr. Lancer hissed, his index finger placed upon his lips.

"What, Tucker?" Sam whispered, becoming suspicious.

"Whatcha need, Sam?" Danny replied, trying not to laugh. This was too much fun.

"I'm talking to Tucker, not you."

"But I am Tucker."

"No, stupid. Now stop fooling around."

"I'm not fooling around."

"Prove it." Danny's eyes immediately snapped up to meet Tucker.

What do I say? Danny asked, nervous.

What? Tucker answered.

How do I "prove" that I'm you?

Tell her something that she thinks you don't know?

Like what?

She wears fuzzy slippers.

Danny suddenly burst out laughing. "Fenton! One more disruption and you're gone!" Mr. Lancer immediately barked at the teenager.

Since when? I've never seen her wear fuzzy slippers before…

I believe she wears them during her "Sam time." It's kinda funny...

How do you know about her secret?

Since the night I barged in on her.

What?

I needed to ask her a question, so I called her. No one answered, so I decided to ask her in person. I rang the doorbell about three times before Sam answered it…and she answered the door in sweatpants, a huge t-shirt, and purple fuzzy slippers.

"Hello?" Sam waved her hand in front of Danny's face. "Is anyone there?" Danny swatted it away with a chuckle. Tucker looked through his notebook, trying not to gain Sam's attention.

"So you want me to 'prove' that I'm Tucker?" Danny laughed, just for effect. Sam raised her eyebrows, confused.

"Yes, please."

"Does Danny know that you wear fuzzy slippers in your 'Sam time'?"

As soon as the words flowed out of Danny's mouth, Sam was quick to cover it up. "No one is supposed to know that! Not even you," she hissed. Danny watched as Sam glanced around, her cheeks a slight shade of red. She faced Danny, again. "Tucker? How did y'all switch?! How?!"

Tell her that Desiree switched us, Tucker demanded mutedly, not looking up from his paper.

"Stupid Desiree," Danny muttered. "Me and Danny got into a fight, last night. I think she escaped, and obviously heard us." He paused, taking a breath. "I tried to get us back… You know, with my great smile." Danny batted his eyes and grinned, right on cue. "But, she's a ghost. She's not affected by the T-man's charm, for some reason." He went and placed his hands on his head. As soon as he felt nothing but hair, Danny frowned miserably. "I miss my hat."

"Here, take it," Tucker scoffed, taking off the beret. "I don't wanna wear the stupid thing." But, Sam resisted, placing the cap back on Tucker's head.

"But, you have to wear it," she whispered anxiously. "No one can know about what happened."

She fell for it! Danny exclaimed, pleased.

Yup, Tucker agreed. She's so gullible.

BRING!

As the bell rang, everyone piled out of the classroom, the trio graciously going along.