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Kitty Kitty

Sam shouldered her purple backpack as she shuffled out of detention. Danny and Tucker, who were waiting outside, grinned at her.

Sam scowled. "You won't be smiling after today. I dare you to dress up as cats and you can only say 'meow' for the rest of the day."

"Sure. Why not." Tucker smiled. "We only have half the day left anyway. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we have no shred of dignity left."

"You got that right," Danny and Sam said in unison. Danny sighed and grabbed Tucker's arm, dragging him off once more to the drama department. Sam giggled and headed to Lancer's class.

She was in the lead. Today, she was going to make Danny or Tucker lose a chicken. Heck, maybe both. No matter what.

Lancer banged his head on his desk when Samantha walked in without her best friends. "Let me guess, dare time?"

"Dare time. It's gonna be great!" Sam said happily.

The bell rang just as two students hurried through the door.

"Meow," Tucker said as he slipped into his seat.

"Meow," Danny agreed.

Lancer just stared. Both boys wore black turtlenecks and black pants. White gloves and white socks were painted to look like paws with claws. Mascara whiskers and pink blush noses made the class double over in hysterics. Lancer shook his head and tossed his lesson plan for the day aside.

Why bother?

Sam sighed in annoyance. All through Lancer's class, they had mewed, meowed and purred at every question. When she tossed Tucker's P.D.A out the window, he had simply hissed at her and climbed out to retrieve it. When she 'accidently' released Skulker from the Fenton Thermos, Danny had meowed loudly and hurried off to catch the hunter before he left the school premises.

What would make them crack?

Sam watched as Valerie chatted with Star against the far banks of lockers. Although she was no longer popular, Star still talked with her now and then. The other A-Listers never knew, of course. She thought for a moment. It pained her to do this, but it was just what she needed to win.

And gain two personal slaves for a month.

Danny and Tucker rolled their eyes at yet another flash of a cell. Sam was so going down after this.

"Hey, guys. What's with the outfits?" asked Valerie, joining the boys.

They simply mewed in response.

Come on, Sam thought impatiently. The bell is going to ring at any moment, and they're going to get off scot-free!

"So, Danny..."

Fifty seconds...

"I was just wondering if, you know, if you weren't busy or anything..." continued Valerie at a slow pace.

Thirty five seconds. Come on, Valerie, pick this up! Sam gripped a fistful of hair in agitation.

"...do you maybe, I don't know, want to go to a movie or something tomorrow?"

"What?"

Sam screamed triumphantly, jumping out from her hiding spot among the recycling bins and whooped happily.

"Nooooooo!" Tucker dropped to his knees in agony just as the bell rang.

Valerie looked spooked. "Sam said you might want to do something sometime this week, but I guess we can...reschedule." She hurried off to her locker, a look of confusion on her face.

Lancer poked his head into the hallway to see what the commotion was about and laughed at what he saw.

Tucker lay on the tiled floor, his expression one of fury and devastation. Sam victory-danced around the hallway, cheering as Danny high-fived her.

"Final two, baby!"

Lancer smiled. Pete, Lorrain and Helen would love to hear about this.

Who needed television?

This was better than any game show.

That's right, folks. Tucker is out of the game! Who will win? Danny or Sam? Will Lancer's headaches ever go away? Will Tucker recover from such a horrific defeat?

Find out next time on,

THE ULTIMATE DARE OFF!