"Why do we have to write about this!?" Sam said annoyed at their current homework.
"I don't know. To make us write anything really" Danny said.
"I think it's because they like to make us suffer" Tucker commented.
"but why do we have to write about our first pet? I never had a pet, my parents wouldn't allow it" Sam said.
"What about your plants? You name them and treat them like pets anyway" Danny suggested.
"You are right I could write about Jerry" Sam said.
"Jerry? What plant is that" Danny asked, he didn't remember that name.
"It was my first flytrap, the others are Flybane and Nightborne" Sam said.
"Wait, that name doesn't fit" Tucker said confused.
"I had him before I wanted to be a goth ok?" Sam said.
"Ok I get it. I, on the other hand, will write about the heroic tale of Fisher the golden fish and his glorious end" Tucker said.
"That fish was too brave" Danny commented.
"Why?" Sam asked, that must have happened before she met them.
"When I was five I took him to the lake when I went with my parents. Danny came too, I don't remember why" Tucker started.
"My parents wanted Jazz and me out of the house for some days. I think it was because dad spilled ectoplasm in the bathroom and it went into the pipes and they were going to clean, though its not gone completely, we can still hear sounds on the walls" Danny said.
"Anyway, Danny and me where by the shore trying to find a nice rock for Fisher when a pigeon started to dive to us, it was very scary"
"You were attacked by a pigeon?" Sam asked amused.
"We were five and it was a big pigeon! The thing is that Fisher didn't like the bird, at all. I saw him swim very fast circles in his bowl and then he jumped!" Tucker exclaimed.
"Directly into the pigeon" Danny continued.
"And into the lake" Tucker added.
"The bird almost drowns" Danny said.
"And Fisher went to live his life as a free fish, may his enemies tremble at his fins" Tucker said.
"You dorks" Sam laughed, "but you are right that was epic, for a fish"
"So Danny, are you going to write about your hamster? I think I remember you had one" Tucker said.
"Uh, no, the hamster wasn't my first pet" Danny said.
"Oh? What was it?" Tucker asked, he only remembered the rodent.
"Uh… it was… Mr. Pickles" Danny said embarrassed by the name.
"Mr. Pickles?" Sam asked.
"It was a pickle" Danny explained.
"Oh you have to tell us that story. I didn't know you keep one of the mutated food as a pet before" Tucker said eager to heard about that.
"I thought the mutated food always tries to eat you the first time it awakes?" Sam asked having some experiences with the Fenton's food.
"Well yes but only the one that has meat in it, vegetables are ok" Danny said.
"Uh weird" Tucker said.
"Yeah, I don't get it either. The thing with Mr. Pickles is that my parents never found out about it. It knew how to hide" Danny said.
"How did it even get contaminated? Aren't pickles in jars?" Sam asked.
"Yea, but dad sometimes doesn't notice he still has ectoplasm in his gloves so…" Danny shrugged.
"Then tell us the tale of Mr. Pickles, the unliving veggie" Tucker said dramatically.
"Alright, Mr. Pickles liked to hide, especially in my room because for my four year old self pickles were not tasty so i didn't try to eat it. We also would play in my room when my parents were in the lab" Danny said.
"Cute and weird" Sam commented.
"Yea, so the thing is that one day Mr. Pickles had hidden in my bag and I went with it to preschool. I didn't know it was there but when one of the children tried to take something from my bag when I wasn't looking Mr. Pickles bite the nearest finger. The next thing I know it was chaos, the child was running around trying to get Mr. Pickles out of his finger, I was trying to save Mr. Pickles and everyone else was freaking out because a pickle was biting a child" Danny paused, Sam and Tucker were having a laughing fit, he had to wait for a few minutes before they calmed down.
"That was hilarious" Tucker said gasping.
"What happened next?" Sam asked.
"Mr. Pickles stopped biting, it didn't have teeth so nothing happened but the child was crying. I took Mr. Pickles and let him go free from a window, it disappeared in the streets and was the reason I had to change of preschool" Danny ended.
"And you never saw it again?" Sam asked.
"Nope, but I wish that ecto-contaminated pickle the best luck" Danny said.