I don't own Danny Phantom. Butch Hartman does. I do own this story, though.

I present to you...

JUSTICE

-notice: it's post PP-

"Let this case come to order!" Tucker said, banging his gavel down on the solid desk before him dramatically. Sam snorted.

"Tucker, why are you shouting that and using a rubber mallet to strike the Fenton's coffee table?" She said with an eye roll. Tucker frowned.

"It makes it more dramatic! Gosh! Anyhow, the case is in session! The plaintiff, Samantha Mans-" Tucker was punched on the arm harshly by Sam.

"Call me that name again and you die." She said. Danny stared at her, a little startled by that. Tucker sighed.

"Yes, your majesty. The plantiff, Sam Manson, is suing the defendant, Daniel Fen-" This time, Danny punched him.

"Please don't call me Daniel. I already hated it enough when the Frootloop called me that!" He snapped. His friend looked annoyed.

"Fine, fine! The plantiff, Sam Manson, is suing Danny Fenton for the charges of breaking and entering along with grand theft. How do you plead?"

"Not guilty, duh. And grand theft? Seriously?" Danny snorted. Sam growled.

"You lying liar who lies!" She snapped at him.

"I did not-" Danny's protest was stopped by Tucker.

"Stop it, both of you. This is a court-"

"No, it's not. It's Danny's living room."

"It is while our case is in session! Now, Sam, would you like to give us your side of the story?" He said. Sam smiled.

"Yes, yes I would. It all started this morning when I was innocently sitting in my bedroom, watching some T.V. and avoiding my parents, and enjoying my sweet, sweet gummy bats. But all of a sudden, I saw a transparent figure that look like Danny quickly go through my door, turn invisible, and stick his hand in my bag of gummy bats, which was made obvious by the bag's movement, and run away while eating them! Only Danny could pull that off!" She proclaimed. Danny was about to retort, before Tucker said,

"Alright, Ms. Manson, now Danny, what is your defense?" Tucker asked. Danny smirked.

"I don't know what she's talking about. I was at home this morning, listening to my parents rant about their new invention. And besides, who knows? It very well could've been your imagination that something went through your door, and the bag's movement could've very well been the wind. Or, it might've been any ghost. Maybe the Frootloop came back from space. All I know is I am innocent." He said, crossing his arms. Sam snarled.

"I know what I saw! Something went through the door, and it was you!" She said. Tucker whistled to get them to stop. He smiled.

"Wait, Danny, you said your parents were showing you a new invention, correct?" He said. Danny winced.

"Uh, yeah..." He said. Tucker listened carefully for a minute to the air around him, and smiled.

"Are they working on the same invention that you were talking about that they were hardly completed with last night that I may hear them working on now downstairs?" Tucker said. Danny cringed.

"Of course not. That's a new invention they're working on." He claimed. Tucker stood up and walked downstairs into the lab for a minute, before he came back up with both of the Fentons.

"Danny, according to your folks, that invention you claimed they showed you this morning they are still working on." Tucker said. Maddie raised an eyebrow.

"What's going on here?" She asked. Sam smirked.

"I think Danny phased into my bedroom this morning and stole some of my gummy bats and took off without even saying 'please'. Right now, he's got a major hole in his story. He claimed that he couldn't have done it, as you two were showing him an invention at the time." Sam said. Jack frowned.

"No, we weren't. We were working on the particular thing he's talking about- and it's only about halfway done. Thus, that's not a suitable excuse. Danny, did you steal Sam's gummy bears?"

"Bats." Sam corrected.

"Gummy bats?" Jack asked. Danny put his hands up.

"You all know I would NEVER do such a thing! Honestly, do you think I would do such a HORRIBLE crime as to steal candy from my girlfriend?" No one said anything. Not even Jack or Maddie claimed he wouldn't- they were just giving him cross looks. Tucker smiled.

"Well, have either of you have anything left to say before the jury makes it's decision?" He asked. Sam shook her head, and Danny looked like he was thinking for a minute. He finally said something.

"Yes, I would. I will now make you weep from my VERY inspiring speech. Sam, I love you, and you know that. I would never steal from you. If I saved the world, don't you think I have enough honor to not be a candy thief? Look into my eyes and you can tell, I am an innocent man. I wouldn't steal from you- I'm a good person. I love you, Sam." He said. Sam smiled and gave an 'aww', pulling Danny into a hug, and giving him a brief kiss on the cheek.

"I love you too, Danny. But still," She said, dropping him, "I still think you did it. I have no more to say." She said, crossing her arms. Maddie and Jack sniffed from the sweetness, and Tucker grinned.

"Inspiring indeed. Alright, the jury will come to it's decision. Mr. And Mrs. Fenton, please come to your verdict and write 'guilty' or 'not guilty' on these pieces of paper." Tucker said, turning to a pad of paper on the table and ripping off two small pieces of paper, and handing them a pen.

Maddie and Jack turned around and whispered to each other for a second, before they both scribbled on their papers something. Turning around, they handed them to Tucker, who read them, threw them in the trash, and strolled up to the group again.

"Danny Fenton, you have been found guilty of breaking and entering, and grand theft." Tucker said. "What do you have to say for yourself before we come to a sentence?"

He gasped. "A sentence? What?" Maddie smiled.

"You were found guilty, Danny. You serve a punishment. So, do you have anything to say before Tucker decides what you will do?" She said. Danny sighed.

"Dammit, my own fate placed in the hands of Tuck. Alright, so maybe I did it-"

"HAH! YOU ADMIT IT!" Sam said, standing up and pointing at Danny accusingly. "I knew it! I knew it! You thief!" She shouted. He groaned.

"Yes, I did. Saaammm, I was craving candy and I didn't think you'd care that much. Don't you love me?" He said sweetly. Sam smirked.

"You know I do, but you never steal my gummy bats. Ever." She said. Danny sighed.

"Fine. Give me the verdict, Tucker, so I can get over whatever punishment I will serve as justice for my horrid, horrid crimes." Tucker nodded and spoke.

"For your crimes, you are sentenced to...Eat two slices of toast! With butter on them!" He said, banging the rubber mallet down on the table again to make it official. Danny's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.

"Yes! Proper justice!" Sam said, dancing.

"NOOOOOO-OOOOOOOOOOOOOO-OOOO-OOO!" Danny cried.

"This is cruel and unusual punishment...!" He gagged as he finished his first slice of toast. Sam smiled.

"No, it's cold, hard justice served!" She said, smiling. He groaned as he weakly took another bite of the toast. This was pure torture. Jack shrugged.

"If you can't take it, don't do the crime." He said simply. Danny ignored him as he bit into the disgusting thing.

One thing was for sure, he'd never steal Sam's gummy bats ever again.