Hoppy-do-hickey
Summary: Little bug hunting never hurt anyone. A young Danny One-shot.
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom. Butch Hartman does.
Dedication: To everyone who has ever reviewed either Hello or Imaginary. You guys rule.
The five-year-old's sky-eyes honed in on his prey. He crawled closer, not even thinking about the clothes that he was supposed to be keeping clean. He slammed down his cupped hand and pulled them up close to his face. He grinned as he pulled his fingers apart to reveal nothing. His face screwed up and tears welled up in his eyes.
He took a deep gasp for air and was about to start into full fledged tears when he spotted the bug about three feet away. He threw his entire body at it. He opened his hands, hope written all over the tiny face to again have his dreams dashed.
The little girl shook her head. He was definitely strange. She walked over careful not to between him and the bug that was about two feet to his left. She bent down and cocked her head to one side. "Whatcha doin'?"
He looked up at her and then started searching again for the insect. "I'm trying to catch the hoppy-do-hickey, and you're gonna scare it away," he said very matter-of-factly.
The little girl stared down at the strange boy. "I am not!"
He glared up at her. "Are too."
"Am not," she shook her head baby pigtails flipping every which way.
"Are too," he stressed, nodding at her.
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
The little girl got a demonic glint in her violet eyes. "Am too."
"Are not!" The girl doubled over laughing, pointing her small finger at the raven-haired boy. He seemed to stop and think about it for a moment. "You tricked me! That's not nice."
She stared at him as if no one had ever told her to be nice before. "You're weird. What's your name."
"Danny," he looked at her warily.
The girl grinned. She was missing a top tooth and two on the bottom. "I think I like you. My name's Sam. Wanna be friends?"
"Maybe." He looked down.
She squinted at him. "You got something better to do?" He shook his head. "Great! So now that were friends wanna go teeter totter?"
"Okay," he looked up at her. "But I was right," he said smugly as he put his hands in the dirt and pushed himself into a standing position.
Sam cocked her head in confusion. "About what?"
Danny walked right up to her so there noses and foreheads where touching and they both stared into each other's eyes, unblinkingly. "You," Danny stated, with a huge Cheshire grin. "You made me lose my hoppy-do-hickey."
