I do not own Danny Phantom.

Fun With Mud

Sam stared out the window and watched the rain pound against the glass. "I'm all for dark and dreary, but I do not want to go out in this weather," she said with a sigh.

"Then you're gonna hate what I have to say next."

Sam and Tucker, who was sitting beside her on the large plush couch, jumped at the sudden voice behind them. Sam looked over her shoulder and scowled. "How'd you find us?" she demanded.

"We didn't think you'd check the library," added Tucker with a disappointed frown. "Especially since I'm with her. You know I don't come in here if I can help it."

Danny rolled his blue eyes. "There's not many places in this building that you guys can go. So I did process of elimination. Anyway, I have a dare for you."

"Fan-freaking-tastic."

"Less sarcasm, please, Sam." Danny cleared his throat before continuing, "I dare you two to go mud-sliding."

The duo looked back out the window at the rain sloshing down the glass. The sky was a dark grey and they could dear the wind roaring. "See previous statement," said Sam flatly.

"We're gonna get a cold," said Tucker in dismay.

Danny smirked. "Actually, there's a good chance you won't. You're not mud-sliding outside. You're bringing it inside."

Sam and Tucker stared at him for a long moment. "We don't like you," the techgeek finally said.

"Lies," dismissed Danny. "Get going. Lunch isn't going to last forever."

Grumbling, the two left the library and went to complete their dare. "Mud-sliding indoors," sighed Tucker as they walked down the hall. "What's the point of lugging buckets of mud inside when we can just do it outside?"

"Less of a crowd I guess," Sam said. "Now come on. We have roughly an hour to get enough mud to cover the hallway."

After retrieving some buckets from the janitor's closet, they went to the front of the school. Tucker pushed open the large double doors and Sam shivered at the rush of cold wind. "This sucks."

They rushed into the icy and wet conditions and started stuffing mud into the plastic buckets with their bare hands. Tucker's teeth chattered as the cold rain plastered his shirt to his body and fogged up his glasses. "I can't see!"

"Use your sweater to clean them off."

Taking the hem of his soaked sweater, Tucker attempted to scrub at the lenses. Wet streaks were left behind. Scowling, he put them back over his blue-green eyes. "Much better."

Sam managed to fill her bucket with shaking and numb hands. Once she finished, she hurried back inside, where the warm heat felt good on her cold skin.

"I am going to kill Danny," she muttered as she emptied her bucket on the floor and spread it around as best she could. "I hope the janitor doesn't come by. Then he'd kill us."

Tucker stumbled in after her, shivering violently. He hastily emptied his bucket and took his sweet time spreading the mud around, trying to warm up.

Sam rolled her eyes. "There's no point in drying off when we're just gonna get wet again," she said before venturing back outside.

Tucker groaned. "I know, I know." He reluctantly picked up his bucket after finishing spreading the mud and hurried after Sam. He crouched down in the mud and grabbed a handful of it. He cast a glance at his sneakers, which were completely soaked through. "There go these shoes."

"If it makes you feel better, I think my nose is going to fall off. I can't feel it anymore."

It took a good ten more trips (and much more complaining) but they had managed to cover the hallway floor with slimy, wet mud. Both teens were soaked to the bone and pale-or in Sam's case, dead white. They stared at the mess they had made for a moment before glancing wearily at the clock. It was almost time.

"You go first."

"All right..."

The bell rang a minute later and Tucker took off the second the first flow of students entered the hall. Sam watched as he slid down the hallway with ease. "Well. This might actually be kind of fun."

Students shouted and threatened as the teen sprayed up mud as he passed them. The brown substance splattered onto their clothes and books that were held in their arms. The teens were trying to press as close to the wall as possible.

Tucker ended safely at the other end and he quickly got to his feet "Victory!"

Sam smirked as the students looked at her with varying expressions. "Watch your feet, people!" she called as she jumped next. She sailed down the hallway smoothly, but mud was spraying into her face and mouth. She coughed and blinked furiously, trying to clear her vision.

"I'm driving blind!"

"Turn into the skid!" Danny's voice shouted, though she wasn't sure where he was.

"Jerk," she hissed.

She grunted in pain when she suddenly struck something hard. She veered off course and slammed into the wall. "Ouch! Okay, who's the roadblock?"

Wiping the mud from her violet eyes, Sam winced when she realized she had rammed right into her principal.

Ishiyama scowled and picked herself up, the front of her purple suit covered in mud. She stared at the mess for a long moment before resting her gaze on Sam and then Tucker, who stood frozen at the end of the hallway. "I believe you know where my office is," she said softly.

Dripping mud and water, the duo glowered at Danny before following their principal to the office that they knew quite well.

"This is certainly a muddy situation," the techgeek quipped.

"Shut up, Tucker," said Sam tiredly.