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Chicken score: Tucker-4 Sam-4 Danny-4

Payback

The trio were only kept in quarantine for a week-the test results came in early, with the negative results of the solution being toxic. Tucker, Danny and Sam were punished with the task of cleaning the science room from top to bottom. Now, the only evidence of the disaster was the rash on Danny's back, as his skin didn't have the best reaction to the odd concoction Sam had accidently created.

The three were being driven to school by Mrs. Fenton, ready to re-enter the academic world. "You three be sure not to have another incident, alright?" she asked as she pulled up to the curb.

"Yeah," said Sam.

"Got it," Tucker and Danny agreed.

Sam opened the door and the three filed out. When they hit the sidewalk they waved to the Fenton matriarch. "Thanks for the ride," said Tucker.

"We appreciate it," added Sam.

"Anytime, kids. Now Danny, make sure to put your cream on if that rash starts to irritate, all right sweetie?"

Danny blushed as the giggles rose amongst the students that were still lingering outside. "Yeah, yeah, bye!" he said hastily. He grabbed his friends and dragged them up the steps and into the school.

"What's the rush? We're ten minutes early!" pointed out Tucker, yanking her wrist from Danny's grasp.

"It's not like the teachers are going to be happy to see us," said Sam. "I heard they needed to take a temporary pay cut in order to afford the Hazmat crew."

"I'd rather take the teachers than the students," said Danny feelingly. "I mean, we weren't the only ones in quarantine."

Just as the words left his mouth Dash sauntered by, taking a moment to give a harsh whack to the back of the halfa's head. "Trap us in quarantine like that again and I'll knock you so hard your ancestors will hurt!"

Danny winced and rubbed the back of his head as the jock continued on his way. "Ouch."

"Jerk," grumbled Sam, glowering as the blonde football player shoved an unsuspecting Mikey into his open locker, slamming the metal door shut behind him.

Tucker suddenly smiled. "I dare you to give Dash a wedgie."

Danny paled. "Can I use my ghost powers?" Tucker shook his head in the negative. "Then I use a chicken. I get enough crap from Dash as it is. I prefer invisible payback."

Sam grinned, tossing her spider backpack at Tucker. "Then move to the side, wimp. I'm going to enjoy this."

She snuck up behind the jock, who was currently laughing at Mikey's pleas to be set free. With lightning-fast movement she gripped the waistband of his underwear and gave a hard pull. She yanked the waistband as high as she could and let it snap back into place.

Dash screamed shrilly, clutching his bottom as he did a little jig in the hall. The surrounding students burst into laughter and Sam pumped her fist. "Dance, monkey, dance!"

Dash turned three shades of red as he pulled the white elastic waistband down and hurried down the hallway, ignoring the jeers of his friends as he went.

"Ahem."

Sam whirled around and her violet eyes widened. Ishiyama crossed her arms and tapped a black-heeled foot, an expectant expression on her face.

"Er…Dash gave Tucker a swirly two weeks ago and I was just...getting him back," she said.

Ishiyama regarded the Goth for a moment before glancing at a snickering Tucker and Danny, who stood near the end of the hall. The second her eyes landed on the pair they tried to control themselves, smiling as innocently as they could.

She then turned back and winked at the girl. "Good job, Samantha."

Sam blinked in surprise as she watched her principal continue her rounds. "Gee. Maybe the staff know more then they let on."

"Can someone please get me out of here?"

"Oops! Sorry, Mikey. I'm on it!"