I do not own Danny Phantom or the Labyrinth. Or any of the Easter eggs I put in the story.

Sam and Dudley ran home as fast as they could to get out of the rain and for the promise she made to her parents.

But it was proving to be difficult since Sam had to pick up the long part of her dress and hold it so that she wouldn't trip over it and land in the mud.

Dudley of course wasn't as careful, every single time they came up across a big puddle he would always jump in and roll around, nearly covering Sam in some of the mud that would fly off in many directions on impact.

They took many quick shortcuts through some neighborhoods and tree lines that separated them to get to their house.

However right when they thought they were home free when they got on their street, Sam's mother 'Pamela' was waiting on the porch with a disappointed look.

"Oh it's not fair!" Sam said in defeat as they made it to the steps.

"Oh, really." Pamela asked raising an eyebrow as she held her coat.

"I'm sorry..." Sam tried to apologize but her mother cut her off.

"Well don't stand there in the rain. Come on."

"All right." Sam said in a whisper with her head down. "Come on, Dudley."

But right before the dog could even put a paw on the first step...

"Not the dog." Pamela said pointing to the him was discussed since he was sopping wet, and filthy.

Sam looked between the two and gave her mother a shocked look, "But its pouring." she tried to argue.

But Pamela didn't listen. "Go on, into the garage."

Seeing that there was no way around it Sam sighed in defeat once again and turned to her beloved four-legged friend. "Go on Dudley, into the garage."

The response she got was a head tilt with his cute puppy dog eyes trying to work their magic and some whimpering in confusion.

No matter how much Sam wanted to let her four-legged friend in, it wasn't going to work this time. "Go."

After receiving the order again, Dudley did just that, whining and dropping his head and ears low in sadness that he wouldn't get to stay in the comfort of Sam's room.

Now with her mood turned from sad to mad, Sam stormed up the steps and made her way inside the house heading straight for the stairs.

"Samantha, you're an hour late." Her mother called after her.

And just like her dog, before Sam could even set foot on the first step she turned towards Pamela. "I said I was sorry! And my name is just Sam, not-"

"Please let me finish." her mother again cut her off so she could talk. "Your father and I go out rarely-"

Now it was Sam's turn to cut in to her rant. "You go out every single weekend."

But She just ignored her and continued on. "And we barely get to go out with some of our friends and coworkers. Especially with the Turners."

As if on cue both Mr. and Mrs. Turner emerged from the living room, with Mrs. Turner holding their baby boy 'Timmy'.

Even Sam's grandmother 'Ida Manson' came out on her scooter from the kitchen. Seeing that Sam and Pamela were about to start in an argument, she quickly drove over to the Turners and got them to go back into the living room to distract them.

Sam and Pamela didn't even notice. "I asked you to baby-sit only if it wouldn't interfere with your plans."

The Mansons were planning on hanging out with the Turners so to talk about business plans and just to hang out with each other. But the Turners didn't think they could come since no one would be able to watch over their child.

Luckily though the Mansons talked to Sam about maybe watching over the baby for them and she agreed...

Okay, well she really and only agreed because her parents kept picking at her for it.

"You don't know what my plans are. You don't even ask me anymore." Sam threw back as she tried again to make her way up the stairs.

Pamela however was not letting her off the hook that easy. "I assume you'd tell me if you had a date."

At the word date, Sam stopped and turned towards her mother with a challenging and confused look as she continued.

"I'd like it if you had a date. You should have dates at your age."

This made Sam even more angrier, she then started to go up the stairs once again making sure to stomp as loud as she could on each step.

Hearing the commotion her father 'Jeremy' poked his head out of his office and saw Sam going by. "Oh Sammy, you're home." He said with a big grin as he held out his arms for a hug. "We were worried about you."

But instead Sam walked right past him, grabbed her flower crown from her head and yelled as she got close to her bedroom.

"I can't do anything right, can I!?" And with that she slammed her door shut.

Both of her parents looked at each other in shock until Pamela shook her head and give her husband sad eyes.

"She treats me like a wicked stepmother in her fairytales no matter what I say." She said now filled with regret of the argument.

"I'll talk to her." Jeremy reassured her as he made his way up the stairs more quietly than his daughter.

In Sam's room which was filled with odd, pretty, and creepy trinkets, she had her music box playing, which was of a woman in a beautiful black and purple dress twirling in a circle in a shadowy and silver gazebo.

Sam sat at her mirror now with the dress fully off with her normal everyday clothes on underneath it. Her hair in a half ponytail and she was fixing little bit of her makeup since the rain ruined it.

As she was bringing some lipstick close to her mouth, she was whispering the words from the book.

"Through dangers untold... And hardships unnumbered... I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the Ghost City... To take back the child... That you had stolen."

"Sammy, can I talk to you?" Her father's voice came through the door breaking her out of her thoughts. Sam threw the lipstick down in frustration as she answered back.

"There's nothing to talk about!"

She then answered back a little more calmly. "You better hurry or you're going to be late."

As she listened to her father's fading footsteps, he called back. "Listen, they fed Timmy and just put him in you're old crib in our room. We do have to leave now, but we'll be back around midnight."

Sam looked at the door in disappointment, feeling like her father and mother didn't care about her at all.

"You really wanted to talk to me, didn't you?" she said in a huff.

She then got up from the chair and threw herself on her bed with her arms crossed mumbling under her breath.

"Practically broke down the door."

Sam tried to cool down as best as she could by looking around her room until she noticed something missing, one in particular, a purple stuffed dragon given to her with a video game a long time ago.

"Spyro!" Sam's shot up from her bed. "Someone was been in my room again."

She rushed out of her room running right for her parent's bedroom knowing exactly where her favorite possession was. "I hate that. I hate it!"

And sure enough right when she opened the door and turned on the lights, she spotted Spyro on the ground right beside the crib where Timmy was wide awake and crying.

"I hate you. I hate you!" She yelled now mad at him for throwing around the stuffed toy as she picked it up and held it close to her chest.

"Someone save me, take me away from this awful place!" Sam cried out as thunder roared outside as if the storm outside was feeling just as angry as she was.

Well I hope you guys enjoyed that chapter.

I for one didn't like writing it cuz I didn't like writing Sam as a total spoiled drama kid.

But don't worry it'll get better and I know this chapter may seem a little short but I'm kind of going along with how long each of scenes in the movie go.

And don't worry there'll be more to come

See ya!