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Pink and Frilly and a Tech-less Nerd

Danny and Sam glowered at Tucker, who cowered at the other end of the table. Danny tenderly touched his nose, which had been bleeding heavily the past day thanks to Vlad's attack. Sam massaged her sprained wrist, mentally sending death threats towards the techgeek.

"I can't believe you did that," she growled.

Tucker shrugged feebly. "If I got an injury, then I thought you should join me in my pain."

"You're sick," snapped Danny.

"Hey, so is this game! But we're still doing it."

"Dang right we're still doing it! In fact, I dare you, Tucker, to give up technology for a day. Sam, I dare you to do what your mother wants for a day."

Tucker gasped. "Harsh, dude!"

Danny angrily pointed at his crooked nose. "This is war."

Sam scowled. "And I'm in the lead. Bring it on, Tucker."

Tucker whimpered and he slowly handed over his P.D.A and cellphone. Danny took them and put them in his pocket.

"I gotta go home," Sam grumbled. "Mom wanted me to wear this horrible outfit this morning. If I'm supposed to do what she wants, I have to put it on."

She stormed away from them and out of the mall, beginning the trek home.

Mrs. Manson had just finished doing the breakfast dishes when she heard her daughter slam the front door open and stomp upstairs. After a few minutes of silence, she decided to check on her daughter when Sam entered the kitchen doorway.

Mrs. Manson yelped in surprise. "Samantha?"

Sam glanced up, pink eyeshadow replacing her black mascara and pink lip-gloss replacing purple lipstick. Rose pink polish dusted her nails. A bright pink dress hugged her hips, with light pink lace hanging from the bottom hem. Pink ballet flats showed off her slim legs, and her black hair drifted past her shoulders, a pink bow holding it all together.

Sam sighed heavily. "Yes, Mother?"

Mrs. Manson blinked. "Um...are you feeling okay?" she asked hesitantly, though she didn't want to scare away this miracle.

Sam nodded stiffly, plucking an apple from the glass bowl on the granite counter. She clenched the apple tightly as she struggled to get out the words she didn't want to say. "Yeah. I was just wondering if you wanted to have...a mother-daughter day."

The last part was forced through clenched teeth.

Mrs. Manson squealed happily. "Oh, Sammy-kins! We can go to my knitting club and make pot holders!" She grabbed her daughter by the arm and dragged her across the white-tiled floor and towards her doom.

Danny Phantom, invisible, snickered as he took pictures with Tucker's P.D.A. "I knew it would be worth it if I followed after you," he said softly. "I love this game. Time to see how Tucker is holding up."

He twisted in the air and shot back to Amity Mall.

Back at the mall, Tucker staggered around the first floor, shaking violently and his right eye twitching.

"Tucker?"

He glanced up to see a concerned Jack and Maddie Fenton staring at him.

"Ye-yeah," he managed to get out.

"Are you okay dear?"

Tucker's head spazzed to the side. "Fi-fine."

Jack searched his son's friend for his ever-present P.D.A. "Tuck-man, where's your little handheld device? We wanted to borrow it and see if we could download your Ghost Tracker program onto our Fenton Tracker."

Maddie held up a slim silver cellphone-like device that had a small green satellite positioned at the top.

Tucker jumped twitchily at the mention of his favourite piece of technology. "Don-Don't hav-have it. Tech-technology. Must...must...P.D.A…"

Maddie gasped. Tucker never left his P.D.A behind...which could only mean one thing.

"Ghost!" the two Fentons screamed.

"Don't worry Tucker, sweetie! We'll get that nasty ghost out of your system!"

Danny leaned against the glass dividers on the second floor, grinning broadly as his parents blasted Tucker with the Fenton Peeler, the Ghost Sucker and the Fenton Ghost-Zappers. "Geez. They brought the heavy-hitters. Time to see how Sammy-kins is doing."

Sam snarled behind her mother's back as she sat in the white leather chairs, sewing pink pot holder after pink pot holder. Her hands were covered in pricks from the silver needles, a scraggly pink scrap of material in front of her.

Her mother, however, was chugging away, piles of the stupid things sitting in front of her. All day, she had to hear about her mother's recent shopping trips, spa days, tips on house cleaning and the proper way to bake brownies.

People from Casper High had to hide their giggles when they passed by the wide glass windows of Knit This. The Goth scowled. Any more of this and she would be ruined.

Danny was so dead.

Dusk soon settled over Amity Park and Danny watched in amusement as a scowling Sam and a frazzled Tucker met him by the mall entrance, on the outside. Sam's hands were a mess of cuts, her fingers numb from the hours of sewing. Her reputation was going to need some major damage control.

Tucker was a mess. His hair stood straight up from the shocks of the Fenton weapons, his face white and eyes bloodshot.

"Nice job guys." Danny fished through his pocket and handed Tucker his P.D.A and cellphone. Tucker cradled them to his chest.

"My precious...my precious."

"Danny?"

Danny whirled around and faced his confused mother and father, who had pulled alongside them unnoticed in the Fenton Van. "Why did you have Tucker's P.D.A? And what did you mean by 'nice job'?"

Danny looked at his friends for help, but they just gave him death glares in return.

"Well, I borrowed Tucker's P.D.A without his permission, and I said nice job because they caught the ghost that was overshadowing Tucker."

Maddie clapped her hands together, climbing out of the van to hug her son and his friends. "Oh, how nice! You kids want to become ghost hunters." Then she placed her hands on her hips. "Danny, you shouldn't borrow things without asking. You know that. Tucker, Sam, you shouldn't go ghost hunting by yourselves. It's dangerous. Understood?"

"Understood," the trio chorused.

Danny frowned. "What are you doing here anyway?"

Jack smiled. "We thought you kids might want a ride home."

Sam was about to politely decline when she spotted Dash, Kwan, Star and Paulina walking their way, some of the few Casper High students who hadn't seen her horrendous outfit. Shrieking, she dove into the Fenton Van and smacked the back of the driver's seat.

"Drive man, drive!"

Jack floored the gas, pealing out of the parking lot and nearly running Star over. Sam hunched in the backseat and they left behind a furious Maddie, Danny and Tucker to wave the dust from their faces.