Dedicated to all the wonderful boyfriends out there that try really hard to make their girls smile when we fall into our random bad-moods :]

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom, or The Peter Panda Dance, haha.

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Sam was having a really bad day.

Danny could tell the moment he walked into her room. He found her sleeping, which in itself really wasn't a tell-tale sign of her current mood, but the fact that it was only four in the afternoon gave him every indication that a certain Goth-girl wasn't very happy. Sam never took naps during the day, even if she had been up all night. The only time she would burrow inside her covers and block out the daytime world was if she was trying drown away something unpleasant with her dreams.

Danny sighed and quietly slipped under the warm covers next to her. Sam was turned away from him, and he gently stroked her hair, waiting for his sleeping beauty to come back to reality. After a few minutes, Sam stirred, and groggily turned over to stare at Danny with an upset expression.

"Hi Sammy," Danny murmured, kissing her lightly on the nose, "What's wrong?"

In response, Sam continued to turn and smashed her face into her pillow, mumbling something incoherent.

Danny propped himself up with his elbow, and ran his fingers up and down Sam's back. "Come on sweetie, don't be like that. Tell me who or what I have to haunt this time for making you upset."

Sam just continued to grumble into her pillow.

Danny sighed again. "Did Paulina hide your clothes during Gym again?"

Mumble mumble.

"Did Dash do something stupid that ended up with you getting in trouble?"

Grumble.

"Did Mr. Lancer refuse to let you write another poem for the literature contest?"

Urg.

"Um, did your parents force you to go shopping with them?"

Blurg.

"Did they change the lunch menu to all-meat dishes?"

Mmmpphh.

"Aw, at least talk to me in English? I can't understand your Sam-mumblies-and-grumblies."

Sam huffed, and turned back to Danny. Her eyes were still closed, but she reached out, and mumbled something else. Danny reached over to put one arm under Sam, pulling her into an embrace with his other. Sam responded by folding her arms against Danny's chest and snuggling deeply into his shoulder.

Danny kissed Sam's forehead. "Come on Sammy, tell me what's wrong, please? You're making me sad because you're sad and won't tell me what's making you sad."

Sam responded by grabbing a fistful of Danny's shirt with one hand and burrowed deeper into his chest.

Danny sighed, again. "Okay if you don't want to tell me what's wrong, please cheer up? You're making this halfa very sad." He waited for a response, but Sam continued to feign sleep. "Do I need to sing you a silly song in order to make you smile? You know I'm just as bad as Tucker when it comes to singing!" No response again. Danny grinned. "Okay, you've been warned!" He started gently rolling back and forth to with Sam in his arms, and began, "When you're feeling low, lower than the floor, and you feel like you ain't got a chance. Don't make a move till you're in the groove, and do the Peter Panda Dance! Hop three times like a kangaroo. Side-step twice just like those crabs do. Three steps forward, one step back! Quick like a turtle, lie on your back! Roll like a log till you can't roll no more. Hop up quick like there ain't no floor. Hold your breath, and jump to the left! And that's the Peter—I swear that's the Peter—that's the Peter Panda Dance!"

Danny finished singing (or more like just saying the words with an attempt at a tune) and looked down at Sam. She was pouting, and he could tell she was trying hard not to smile. "I know you want to smile," Danny teased, trying to bring Sam's chin up so she could face him. Instead, Sam nuzzled her face into his shoulder with a loud whimper that suspiciously sounded like a giggle.

Danny chuckled. "Okay, how about I get Tucker to come over and sing the Peter Panda Dance for you?"

"Nuu," said Sam into Danny's chest.

"Ahh, so you do remember how to talk in English!"

"Puuuu," continued Sam.

"Poo? You're upset because you have to go poo?" joked Danny.

"Huuuu."

"Huuu…stole the cookie from the cookie jar? Someone stole a cookie from you?" Danny continued to be silly, trying anything to coax a grin or laugh from Sam.

"Muuuuuu."

"Are you trying to be a cow? Did someone call you a cow? Aw, don't worry Sammy, you're more of a hippo than a cow anyways."

Sam finally raised her head and pouted at Danny. "Hmph."

Danny leaned down and kissed Sam on her pouty lips. "I'm just kidding. You're way cuter than a hippo."

Sam just sniffed and frowned.

Danny sighed. Desperate times called for desperate measures. Danny raised his arm. "I'll let you tickle me."

Sam paused, and then tentatively reached her hand over and briefly ran her fingers down Danny's side. He let out a small giggle. Sam couldn't help it; the edges of her lips tugged into a small smile, and she ran her fingers down his side again, but this time she stopped at his waist and wiggled her fingers. Danny squirmed and exploded in laughter. "Okay okay" gasped Danny between laughs, "Stop stop!" He lowered his arm.

Sam let out a small chuckle and her arm retreated.

"There," said Danny grinning at Sam, "A smile at the expense of my dignity."

"Hehe."

"You're so silly." Danny pulled Sam closer and hugged her. "Oh the things I do to make you smile…"

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I suck at coming up with titles, by the way, if you haven't noticed already.

I'm running out of ideas for one-shots, so feel free to send me any plot ideas through a review!

And if you want more fluff (mixed in with some action!) be sure to check out my newest fic, Phantom Martyr. It's like watching Season 4 of DP!