Disclaimer: In my dreams I own Danny and the crew, in real life not so much.
A/N: I was sooo excited when I my reviews jumped up. Thank you peoples. Keep it up though, please. Here is my new chapter, and I promise that it's longer.
You're Eggo is Preggo
"Oh no not another one!" Tucker had moaned.
"What do you mean another one?" a woman asked from outside the apartment, "and Clockwork still hasn't explained to me why he woke me up and dragged me here."
"Practice patience, woman," Clockwork replied as he led her into the living room As the others saw what the Older Tucker was complaining about, they all groaned in unison as well.
"Well nice to see you guys, too," the woman replied. "WOAH, HOLD UP!" she yelped when she realized exactly who she was talking to. "Um, Clockwork, why are their two of me, Dan, and Tuck here?"
"If you would sit down and shut up I would expla-"
"Why are you constantly snapping at her!" both Dannys demanded. The youngest Sam blushed, which in return sparked a blush in the younger Danny's cheeks.
"Because she is the one who is always questioning my authority," the ghost of time replied.
"Yeah, but that's what Sam does," the younger Tucker stated.
"Can somebody please tell me why I'm here?" the oldest Sam piped in. "I'm confused to the point of no return, and know one at home knows where I am. If Danny- OH MY GOD! DAN'S GONNA LOSE IT!"
"He's not going to know anything about this. You'll be home before he returns from his meeting with the Queen of England, tomorrow evening."
"Cool you meet a queen dude," young Tuck gave young Danny a high five.
"But the question of why I'm here still remains," the woman retorted.
"Because you have become a part of the Ultimate Enemy's plans," Clockwork explained.
"Why should his plans matter, though," the oldest of the Sams further inquired. "He's kind of trapped in the Fenton Thermos."
"He escaped."
"Oh my goodness…by I still don'-"
"Dan wants to make sure himself turns evil. In order to do that, what Danny cares about the most needs to be taken away from him. That is why you are here, Mrs. Fenton."
With the dropping of that title, the tension between the lovers in denial increased to an extremely dangerous point.
"We'll at least you know the engagement works out, dude," the older Tucker stated.
"Yeah, that's good," the oldest Dan replied, though he was distracted. Something still wasn't making sense to him.
Mrs. Fenton finally stopped questioning the reasons for her attendance there and sat down beside Jasmine. The two began taking amongst themselves about a flu bug or something that the oldest Sam felt that she was getting.
The older Dan, though, was still confused. Okay, his evil self wanted revenge so he was going to try to get rid of girl of his dreams, but the thing that didn't fit in with the rest of the story was why these specific time zones were brought together.
"Ya know, Mrs. Fenton, " the oldest Tuck directed to the oldest Sam, "you look kind of pale."
"Yeah, you do," the younger Tucker agreed, "but it's different. It's kind of like when that bug infected the town with ghost powers."
Sam merely shrugged her shoulders, "Your guess is as good as mine, but I haven't been feeling too well lately…" She then struck up another conversation with Jas, and the subject was momentarily forgotten.
"Clockwork, I don't get it," the oldest Danny spoke after spending a few minutes in deep thought. "I understand that Phantom wants to kill Sam," he shuddered at the thought, "but what do these specific Sams have to do with this."
"I was waiting for you to ask this," the specter replied, looking out the window, "It took you long enough."
"Well are you going to answer him…uh me?" the younger Dan asked.
"Yes, yes, Mr. Fenton. Well you see these time zones in your life are very important. With Sam and Daniels romantic relationship just beginning and the two planning marriage, evil Dan could have merely made the two break up," Clockwork stated, pacing the room as he spoke. The young version of the couple made eye contact but quickly looked away, "That would have done the trick easily."
"But that doesn't explain-" the oldest Sam began.
"I'm getting to you, Mrs. Fenton, " Clockwork grumbled. " Anyway after finding out something, Phanto-"
"AHHHHHHHHH!" the married Sam screamed as she began floating towards the ceiling. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!"
"Yeah, about that-" the ghost began.
"OH, YOU CAN EXPLAIN WHY I'M FLOATING HERE!"
"Well, you're…um…you're kind of pregnant."
"PREGNANT!"
"Yes which explains the…er side effects."
"EXPLAINS THE SIDE EFFECTS! PREGNANT WOMEN DON'T RANDOMLY BEGIN HOVERING IN MID-AIR CLOCKWORK!"
"Women who are carrying hybrid children, do."
"WELL-Uh…I guess that makes sense…"
"Ha ha, Sam," the young Tucker said to the youngest goth, "Your eggo is preggo."
"That's one diddle that can't be un did, home skillet," the older Tuck agreed.
"Yes it can," Jas corrected.
"I'm not getting an abortion," the middle Sam protested.
"We didn't say you were," the Tucks stated.
"Can somebody get me down," Mrs. Fenton piped in.
"Yes, you did. You talked about un doing diddles." Engaged Sam argued.
"But we were just-"
"CAN SOMEBODY GET ME DOWN!"
"Oh…sorry," the older Dan flew up to assist the future version of his fiancée.
With Samantha Fenton back on the ground, the group decided on strategies for preparing for the Ultimate Enemy who, according to Clockwork, was arriving the next day.
"It's simple," older Dan stated after about thirty minutes of brain storming. "We just have to put Sam on lockdown. She'll- They'll be away from Phantom, and we can fight evil me."
"You're gonna what now." The Sams said in unison.
A/N: Cliffy!! Guess what the story's almost over. Please review or I won't finish it. Just kidding…or am I?