Tucker Goes to Summer Camp
I was thinking of this when I was talking to my brother about summer camp. Then I joked about Tucker going to Summer Camp and turned it into a fanfiction! It is my honorary summer fanfiction for summer…Hope you enjoy it!
I do not own Danny Phantom, the almighty Butch Hartman does, and I don't own Hello Kitty or their boxers either. Or Camp Wilderness, 'cuz I think there's a camp wilderness somewhere out there…
This is dedicated to all the counselors at Rock and Gem camp at Herkimer Diamond Mines.
Chapter 1: EVIL CAMP COUNSELOR CHUCKY!
Tuckers POV
"But mom, I don't want to go to summer camp for a day, let alone a week!" I said pleadingly.
"Tucker, it will be a very good learning experience for you." My mom said as if it were a joy to get me out of the house for a week, I scowled.
"Come on, I learn enough in school, besides, none of my friends are going to be there!" I said sadly.
"Tucker, you could make some new friends there, besides Danny Fenton, Sam Manson, and all your technology."
"Wait, they don't allow tech stuff there? Now I'm DEFINITELY not going!" I said angrily.
"Come on, you get a camp hat and T-shirt too! And I was going to tell you later, but seeing as you love technology more than me…" she faked a sob and started to fake cry, not even the toughest man could say no to that. I sighed,
"I guess so… but I'm not taking off my beret." I said hesitantly, thinking I could sneak some technology in somehow, and maybe I could convince Danny or Sam to go, because I know Sam loves nature, and Danny owes me.
FLASHBACKFLASHBACKFLASHBACKFLASHBACKFLASHBACKFLASHBACKFLASHBACKWe were 10 years old going to a camp for a week, but that camp did allow tech gear. Danny and I were under the watch of the EVIL CAMP COUNSELOR CHUCKY! His real name was Charles, but everyone called him Chuck. Me and Danny called him Chucky. Anyway, we were doing our swimming test, and our counselor overseeing us was…Chucky. It was my turn, I passed, barely. Then, Danny went, and no offense, he swam like rock. He could barely keep his head above water. It was too much to watch, but I did get awesome pictures! Chucky called the whole camp over to watch Danny try and swim. Now this was before he had gotten his ghost powers. I remember it clearly, Chucky yelled, 'this is how a rock swims, never go into any body of water if you swim like this.' Of course, Danny was under water, so he couldn't hear any of this. So he kept swimming. The whole camp began to laugh, and Chucky was walking back over to his seat, laughing the hardest. I stuck my foot out, from instinct and Chucky tripped and fell into the pool. Now, Chucky was a big guy, so he didn't just make a splash, he made a monsoon. Danny looked up, and saw all the kids and counselors not laughing at him now, but laughing at Chucky's big pink Hello Kitty boxers. Chucky blushed a deep red. Chucky's pants had fallen off. I explained the whole thing to Danny afterwards, he called me a lifesaver, that, I know.
END FLASHBACK.
Anyway, I called Sam, and she passed, she was apparently going to a Goth Summer Camp, of course, but I didn't know they even had a Goth camp, Goths hate the sun! So I called Danny, he was busy fighting ghosts and the like, but he said he'd try and come.
It was Camp Wilderness, it sounded remotely familiar…but neither Danny or me could figure out how it was familiar. I prayed that somehow I could sneak in a PDA.
It was Sunday, the day before me and Danny had to leave for camp. Our T-shirts and hats had already been sent, and we had both thrown out the hats. I never go anywhere without my beret, and Danny, well he just isn't a hat person. The T-shirts said I survived Camp Wilderness, which I think was ridiculous, because we hadn't even gone there yet.
Our moms, dads, and Jazz said goodbye. Sam had already sneaked out to go to Goth camp, so she wasn't there. Her parents were busy putting up missing child posters everywhere; they were a little overprotective, if you know what I mean. The bus came and Jazz told Danny she would keep an eye out for ghosts while he was gone, Danny wasn't really convinced. The bus came and we got on, the first 2 people we saw, were Dash and THE EVIL CAMP COUNSELOR CHUCKY! Danny and me managed bleak smiles; Danny must have been remembering where he and I got punished by peeling potatoes for tripping Chucky. Even though it wasn't his fault. This, I know, was going to be a very long week. (Even though I had managed to sneak in a PDA!)
Didja like it? Pleezepleezepleeze READ AND REVIEW Gets down on hands and knees and begs like Tucker's mom. I am going to summer camp in 2…wait, 3 weeks, so I'll have no problems finishing chapter 2 and possibly 3…