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Setting: Same as the first PhantomTV—Danny, Sam, and Tucker are rooming together in house during their college days.


PhantomTV: Episode 2

"Hey everyone!" Danny smiled brightly at the camera, "Welcome back to PhantomTV! So, you know that little random video I posted last time of me answering questions that you all sent in through my Twitter? Well, so many of you have been asking for a second one, so here it is! And…I have two special guests joining us today!" Danny backed away from the camera to reveal Sam and Tucker sitting on the couch behind him. "Yup, the whole gang's here to answer your questions!"

"This is what we do on Saturday nights," said Sam, holding up a giant bowl of popcorn, and scooting over to allow Danny to sit next to her. "We chill in our PJs and make Youtube videos."

"Well, unless I'm out on a date with one of my numerous beautiful ladies," said Tucker, wiggling his eyebrows at the camera. Sam rolled her eyes, and threw a piece of popcorn at him. He ignored her comment but tossed the popcorn into his mouth.

"You know popcorn is technically a vegetable," pointed out Sam.

Tucker continued chewing. "I'm going to pretend you never said that…"

"Anyways!" said Danny, stretching towards the coffee table and grabbing a piece of paper, "Out of the many many questions sent in to my Twitter—thank you all, by the way; I had a blast reading them—I chose ten that could be answered by all three of us, and here they are." He waved the paper, and leaned back into the couch, stretching an arm behind Sam. "So, without further ado, question one! 'What would each of you do in a zombie apocalypse?' Tuck, you first."

"I would eat them before they could eat me!" Tucker bared his teeth and pretended his hands were claws as he slashed the air in front of him. "Rawr! Battle of the carnivores!"

Sam's hand stopped midway from popping another piece of popcorn into her mouth, and she raised an eyebrow at him. "Really. You're just going to eat your way out of a zombie apocalypse."

Tucker stopped his impersonation of a T-Rex and turned to Sam. "Yeah, sure, why not?"

Sam shrugged and the popcorn resumed its path to her mouth. "Nothing," she replied between chews, "Nice knowing you though."

Tucker snorted. "And what are you going to do, kill them with your sarcasm?"

"No," said Sam, "I would instead go and lock myself up in a super-store that has lots of food, water, and weapons, and just wait until the zombies rot away on their own accord."

"Zombies don't rot away! Have you not seen any of the zombie movies? They stick around forever!"

"And you obviously have not heard of bacteria, or worms, or anything regarding decomposition for that matter!"

"Well," interrupted Danny, "We would definitely not survive long if you two argue like that during a zombie invasion. You're loud enough to wake the dead!" He paused, smiling goofily. "Get it? Wake the dead? Zombies?"

Sam and Tucker paused and turned their heads slowly towards Danny and just stared at him. His smile disappeared and he cleared his throat. "Yea, I know, that was lame…" He shifted in his seat. "Um, anyways… my turn! I would totally just stay in my ghost form and blast them all to bits and save the day!" He sat up straight and placed his hands on his hips valiantly.

"That's not fair," said Sam, "Pretend you didn't have your ghost-powers. Then what would you do?"

"Um…run away…screaming…" Danny sighed. "Okay, moving on, question two. Here Sam, you can read it."

Sam took the paper from Danny and crossed her legs underneath her. "Okay, 'Twilight, or Harry Potter?' Oh wow," she laughed, "I do love vampires, but Bram Stoker's Dracula is my man. Sorry Twihards."

"Hmm," began Tucker, tilting his head and staring at the ceiling, "It's way too hard to have to choose between Nikki Reed and Emma Watson…"

"Wait," said Danny, frowning, "…What's Twilight…?

"Annnnd that's our cue for question number three!" Sam passed the paper to Tucker.

Tucker grabbed the questions from Sam and cleared his throat dramatically, "Today's third question of the day, read by the one and only charming Tucker Foley is: 'What would you do if you won a million dollars?' Well ladies, I would first take every single one of you out to a fancy dinner of steak and lobster and fine wine, and then we would go to the hottest nightclub in the city and arrive in style in my newly purchased Aston Martin V12 Zagato—"

"Dude, that car costs like fifty-three hundred grand!" interrupted Danny.

"And there's only going to be 150 made in the entire world."

Tucker and Danny gawked at Sam, not believing what she had said. She just stared back nonchalantly. "What?"

"Since when were you into cars?" asked Danny.

"Yea," agreed Tucker, grinning, "I thought you hated anything that gushed out harmful carbon dioxide into the environment."

Sam rolled her eyes and leaned forward to grab the pile of magazines on the coffee table, and then tossed them into Tucker's lap. "Since your Car & Driver magazines starting taking over this house and I got bored that one weekend you and Danny went off for a 'Guys-Only-Trip'. But if I won a million dollars I sure wouldn't waste half of it on some silly car. I'd probably donate most of it to the World Wildlife Fund and charities promoting sustainable living and a greener environment."

Danny and Tucker glanced at each other, neither of them surprised at Sam's answer to the fan question.

"Your turn Danny," nudged Sam.

"Well, If I had a million dollars," answered Danny, "I would probably give my parents a portion for Fenton Works, um, use some to pay off college…and then save the rest."

"So pragmatic," lauded Sam, "I guess that's why I like you so much."

"No, you like me because I cuddle with you at night during loud thunderstorms," winked Danny, earning a playful smack to the arm from Sam.

"You're the one terrified of thunder, not I," scoffed Sam.

Danny grinned. "Doesn't matter; just another excuse to snuggle with my Sammykins."

Tucker silently gagged at the camera. "This is what I have to put up with," he whispered.

Sam stuck her tongue out at Tucker. "Well, we have to put up with your quote-unquote singing, so all's fair."

Danny took the questions from Tucker and shook his head. "And I have to put up with your arguments…Anyways, question four: 'Do you have any weird or bad habits? If so, what are they?'"

"We should totally answer these for each other!" exclaimed Sam, "I'll start by saying one for Tucker."

"Oh no…" muttered Tucker off to the side.

"Tucker here," began Sam, "has this really annoying habit of taking off his socks after class on the couch and just leaving them for other people to discover."

"I do not!" protested Tucker, feigning shock.

"Are you kidding me?" Sam pointed to the left, somewhere off camera, "There's a pair right on that armchair over there!"

"Okay maybe I do…" Tucker got up and grabbed the socks, and then tucked them behind him once he sat back down on the couch.

"You better not forget those," warned Sam.

Tucker sent a pleading glance at Danny. "Please tell me she has a terrible bad habit too, so she can get off my case."

Danny laughed and held up a hand. "Well, not really, but Sam does like to constantly eat Hershey's Kisses when she reads in bed and then ball up the wrappers and leave them literally all over her nightstand."

Sam turned to Danny and raised an eyebrow. "How is that weird?"

"It looks weird, like…some metallic bunny pooped all over your nightstand, or something."

Tucker snickered. "Or Skulker took a dump."

Sam glowered at Tucker. "At least Skulker can take a dump! Your all-meat diet and lack of fiber is really—"

"Okayyyy then!" Tucker quickly shouted over Sam, "And now for Danny's weird habit! Drum-roll please!" He paused and started stomping his feet rhythmically on the carpeted floor. "Danny Phantom, savior of the world and superhero, sleep-walks!"

"What?" exclaimed Danny, straightening and staring incredulously at Tucker, "I do not!"

"Uh, yea you do," replied Tucker and Sam simultaneously.

"Since when?"

"Not sure, but ever since we all roomed together, you've been roaming around at night probably once a week," answered Sam. "Oh, and you also snore in your sleep sometimes," she added quietly.

"Wait," Danny frowned at Tucker, "How would you know that I sleepwalk?"

"Midnight snack-runs, duh!" explained Tucker simply. "It takes a lot of time and energy to perfect this sculpted body." He raised both arms to his side and flexed, wiggling his eyebrows at the camera.

Danny frowned and relaxed back into the couch. "Huh, wow, I guess this video is both enlightening for the fans and me. What do I do when I sleepwalk?"

"Um, nothing interesting really," replied Tucker, thinking, "You just kind of roam around the house for a few minutes. You do look kind of freaky though, since your eyes are open and all...nearly gave me a heart attack the first time I saw you. I almost dropped my precious plate of bacon!"

"You pounced on me once when I was sleeping," added Sam, picking through the bowl of popcorn casually. Once the words left her mouth, however, she looked up and blushed. "Right, that came out weird didn't it…" She quickly grabbed the question sheet from Danny—who was looking both flabbergasted and slightly sheepish—and changed the topic. "Alright then, let's move on. The next question is for me and Tucker, and says, 'If you had ghost-powers like Danny, what would your super-hero alias be?'"

Tucker rested his feet on the coffee table and leaned back pensively. "You know, I've actually never thought about that. Um…Foley Phantom?"

Sam laughed. "That sounds really cheesy."

"Oh whatever—" Tucker paused, racking his brain, "—Specter Sam!"

"Fruitcake Foley!"

"Sandwich-Making Sam!"

"What!"

"You guys are lame," complained Danny, "And plus, no one can come up with an alias more awesome than 'Danny Phantom'!"

"Man, I concur," said Tucker, taking the question sheet from Sam, "Fruitcake Foley? Ugh no thanks. Next question is…'If you were all in a band, what would each person's role be, and what would your band name be called?'"

"Tucker would definitely not be the lead singer," Sam answered quickly, much to Tucker's comical dismay.

"You should be the lead singer Sam," suggested Danny, moving his arm around her and smiling, "You're really good."

"Aw thanks," replied Sam, looking up at Danny, "And you should be the guitarist, since you're learning how to play and all."

"Hey what about me?" asked Tucker, waving at them.

Danny and Sam looked at each other and grinned.

"Drums?" suggested Danny.

"Nah," said Sam, "Xylophone?"

"Triangle?"

"Maracas?"

"Yes!" laughed Danny, "Maracas!"

Tucker crossed his arms exasperatedly. "Maracas?"

"Hey, I should play the maracas too and—" Danny could hardly finish his sentence from laughing so hard, "—and it'll just be Sam singing and—" He gave up, and utterly caved into a fit of laughter at the image. "Oh man…"

"Wait, we still need a band name!" reminded Sam.

"How about," began Danny, still chuckling, "'The Phantom, the Fruitcake, and the Sandwich-Maker'?"

Sam grabbed the pillow behind her and threw it at Danny.

"Fruitcake?" cried Tucker, passing the question sheet to Danny, "Aw man, I don't like this game."

Danny chuckled. "It's okay you'll like the next question. 'Who or what were you obsessed with as a child?'" He caught Tucker's eye, and they both yelled out, "GO GO POWER RANGERS!"

"Yeaahhh!" Tucker hi-fived Danny over Sam.

Sam went back to munching on her popcorn. "I was sort of obsessed with Mighty Ducks as a kid," she said.

"What?" said Tucker, disappointed, "No morphin' time for you!"

"I always thought Tanya and Mallory were way cooler than the Pink or Yellow Rangers."

Tucker gasped noisily and clutched his chest dramatically, and then pretended to faint. He pointed to the ceiling and muttered, "It's okay Pink Ranger. You will always be my first crush, always."

Sam raised an eyebrow at the scene. "So melodramatic." She took the question sheet from Danny and began reading the next question. "Question eight says, 'What's something weird that totally freaks you out?' Oh man, I can't stand it when small children just stare and stare at you." She tossed the paper to Tucker—who was still lying down in a pile of pillows and staring at the ceiling—and it floated down onto his chest. "I don't know…it just always creeps me out, which is weird, since nothing should creep me out…"

"Speaking of staring," began Danny, "Porcelain dolls freak me out, and how their glassy eyes just look at you, like they know where you live…and where you sleep…" He shuddered. "Bleehhh!"

"What about you Tuck," Sam poked his arm with her finger, "Other than someone saying the Pink Ranger isn't cool."

Tucker sat up and stuck out his tongue at Sam. "The fruit and vegetable section at the grocery store! And salad bars."

Sam sighed. "Of course."

"Okay all this popcorn is making me really thirsty," said Danny, standing up, "You guys want anything to drink too?"

"Yea, can I get water?" answered Sam, "Thanks."

"And can I get a chocolate-chip-ice-cream-milk-shake with extra whipped cream?" added Tucker.

Danny paused and raised an eyebrow at Tucker, who grinned and said, "I'm just kidding. Water's fine for me too."

"Ask the next question, Tuck!" yelled Danny as he disappeared off camera.

"Yes sir!" Tucker picked the paper off his chest and read, "'Have you guys ever pulled pranks on each other? If so, what were the best ones?'"

Sam chuckled. "Totally! Tucker, do you remember that one time—"

Tucker sighed. "Yes..."

"—when I took a screen-shot of your desktop, and put it as your wallpaper, and then hid all your icons? And you totally freaked out because you thought your mouse was broken? That was great…"

"Whatever," said Tucker turning to the camera, "I got back at her the next morning though. I put clear plastic wrap over her doorframe, and she walked groggily right into it when she woke up." He laughed. "I have it all on camera too! Maybe I should share the tape with you guys…but it does have a lot of swearing in it…"

Sam just glared at Tucker. "You wouldn't dare…!"

"I'm a nice boy," said Danny, returning with three mugs of water, and grinning at the camera, "I don't play pranks on anyone."

"I can just imagine your fan-girls swooning all over another added point to your perfection." Sam playfully batted her eyelashes at Danny, pretending to be absolutely mesmerized by his presence.

"But you're my number one fan," replied Danny, and he quickly kissed an unsuspecting Sam on the lips.

Tucker stared at them and shook his head. "I'm going to just finish and read this last question so you two can go and do that somewhere else," he said, smirking, "The last—but certainly not least—question of the day says, 'What is your current favorite song?'" Tucker paused and turned his gaze to the camera. "Well, ladies, my current favorite song goes a little something like this…" He jumped off the couch, threw his hands crazily into the air, and starting bellowing, "PARTY ROCK IS IN THE HOOOUUUUSE TONIIIIGHT! EVERYBODY JUST HAVE A GOOD TIIIIIME!"

Danny and Sam grimaced at each other, and then shrugged before also jumping off the couch and joining the impromptu dance party. "AND WE GONNA MAKE YOU LOOOOSE YOUR MIND! EVERYBODY JUST HAVE A GOOD TIME!"

Danny moon walked to the front of the camera leaned towards it with a grin. "And that concludes our Episode Two of PhantomTV! Thanks for watching! Phantom out! It's party rock time!" He winked, and turned off the camera.


Lol. That was fun. If you guys really like these, I can write more, and if you have any questions for our favorite gang, post them in a review!

UPDATE 9/3: PhantomTV is now its own chaptered fic! What are you waiting for? Go go go!

(I totally blanked out on what Maracas were called, so I asked my boyfriend for help by giving him a description of it, and you know what he answered? "Morocco!" Um… that's a country.)

(Party Rock Anthem is by LMFAO if anyone's wondering.)