The strange bus ride.

For those of you who don't know, Ricky Marsh is the boy that Tucker said threw up in Sam's lunchbox when he really did it in 2nd grade. Also, the story will switch to Tucker and Danny's POV. I do not own Danny Phantom, Smokey the Bear, Camp Wilderness, Tetra-Fin, Titanic, or Teletubbies. Though I do own the Legion of Evil Mutant Teletubby Demon-Gremlins. (L.E.M.T.D.G.)

Thanks to:

FlamingChick: I'm trying to make it more randomer, thanks for reviewing!

SquirrelGirl13: Squirrels will play a role in this chapter, but a bigger role in other chapters.

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Danny's POV

Tucker and I were frozen, staring at Dash and Chucky. Behind Chucky, was Ricky Marsh, the shrimpy rat-faced boy that Tucker blamed for puking in Sam's…never mind. Ricky pushed in front of Dash.

"So, the human Titanic and Techno-geek Tuck decided to show up. Well it's been four years since you last ruined my life." Ricky snarled angrily (A/N: Flashbacks will be frequent in this story.)

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It was in the fifth grade, going into sixth. We were at Camp Wilderness, before they banned technology after the electrocution incident. Anyway, Ricky Marsh was playing with his 'wilderness friends'… his Teletubby dolls, he called them action figures but who was he kidding? Teletubby action figures? Nobody bothered him, they thought he had been in the asylum one too many times. Tucker and I were laughing at him in our cabin, he must've heard, 'cuz he ran into our cabin and screamed 'Don't make me send the Legion of Evil Mutant Teletubby Demon-Gremlins get you.' At this point, we were hysterical. Ironically, across the lake was Happy-Sunshine Teddy Bear Camp. Now, it's Goth Camp. Sounds like a reform camp? Nope. Goths hang out and dress in black and have bonfires and put Smokey the Bear to shame. Ricky escaped across the river to the Bear camp thingy. He summoned Teddy bears, and then summoned the 'Wrath of the Squirrel God' with us. We alerted the EMT and he was literally sent to the nuthouse. The squirrel thing wasn't so bad, but the E.M.T.D.G. thing was just plain creepy.

END FLASHBACK

I like squirrels as much as the next guy…Oh! You're back…hehehe. Anyway, Ricky Marsh had a scar above his left eyebrow, he pointed at it. "That is from where your girlfriend pushed me off the monkeybars. I'll get you back for it."

"Sam is NOT my girlfriend!" I shouted. Everyone on the bus began coughing sarcastically. I scowled. Tucker was busy cowering in fear below Chucky and Dash.

"Hey Foley, I see you know my Uncle Chucky." Dash said with a smirk. Tucker's eyes widened.

"Uncle?" He squeaked, and there was a rummage in Ricky Marsh's backpack.

Tucker didn't even glance at it. Dash punched a seat and made a large dent in it. I gulped. Ricky Marsh pulled a large snake out of his bag.

"Wait, snakes can't be allowed into camp, if tech stuff isn't!" I protested.

"Too bad." Chucky said,

"Our motto at Camp Wilderness is 'wildlife is you friend', so DEALWITH IT! Okay?" Chucky screamed, spit flying out of his mouth and landing in my eye, it smelled terrible, like a cigar. "Yes sir." I gulped, but I gained courage. "Oh, and did you have a smoke recently?" Chucky's lip curled in anger.

"Well, Mr. Fenton, tonight, instead of your nature hike, you get to peel potatoes, you smart-aleck punk Fentoenail!" Chucky said mockingly. Oh great, insults run in the family, I thought. "And you, Foley, I never forget campers. And we've got quite a record on you." Tucker gulped, remembering the snake in the girl's locker room incident… and the pool. I looked at Ricky Marsh; he smirked, as if he knew something we didn't.

I hurried to the back of the bus with Tucker close behind me and saw 4 Goth kids that were listening to heavy metal that I could hear 10 feet away.

"Um, why are you guys here?" I asked, even though 2 were girls. They glared at me and a ratty-looking boy with a nose piercing, an eyebrow piercing, 3 ear piercings, and an eyelid piercing pulled out a kitchen knife. I gulped. "W-where did that come from?" He glared again.

"My pocket, any other questions?" He asked and smirked.

"Stop, Jared, you're scaring the poor kid. I'm Andrea." A girl said. She reminded me of Sam. "I'm here to 'lighten my outlook on my family'. And to get new friends. " She smiled at him. "Don't worry about Jared, he's kidding with the knife, he only brought it to peel and orange." Danny looked at the boy; he was, in fact eating an orange. He laughed hysterically. Andrea rolled her eyes. "Anyway this is Bryan." She motioned to a boy on her left who had red and black spiked hair and was chewing on a lollipop stick. "and Tetra." She pointed to a girl on her right who had long black hair, and heavy makeup. Andrea looked like the youngest. And Tetra seemed the oldest.

"Tetra? Like Tetra-fin fish food?" Tucker said, starting to laugh, but the Goths gave him there 'death glare' that he got so often from Sam that he wasn't scared of it anymore. He shut up though, and eyed the knife warily.

"Don't worry, not all Goths are the 'hide in the closet and try to slit our wrists type.' We just hate the popular kids and want to be left alone. But that's just our group." Andrea explained. "I'm the talkative one of us, did you notice." Tucker and I nodded. "And the youngest and spent the least time being a Goth."

"We can kinda tell, you're a little cheery for a Goth, we have a Gothic best friend. How old are all of you anyway?" I asked.

"I'm fourteen, Bryan and Jared are fraternal fifteen year-olds, and Tetra is sixteen." Andrea said.

"I'm in here for driving my school bus into a tree." Tetra said.

"W-why would you do that? Where was the driver? Was anyone hurt?" I asked hurriedly.

"In this order: Because I felt like it, Eating a donut, and no. And I prefer to call them 'bus slaves.'" Tetra said.

"O-kaaayy." I said and sat down in a seat across from Tucker a little ahead of the Goths, who were now telling murder stories from the news. I didn't want to be a part of that conversation.

Man, Sam may be Goth, but some of these people are so weird. Andrea doesn't seem as Goth as the rest though, she reminds me of Sam kind of… I thought. I hope we get to camp soon, this bus ride is so strange.

Poor Danny, it's only beginning I'm afraid. Oh, none of the Goths are based on any real people. It gets sort of tiring to see people constantly make themselves in the story somehow, or make themselves a halfa. ANYWAY, pleez R&R. byes!