Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom, Butch Hartman does...
"Sam?" called Tucker uncertainly. "Why do you have two rolls of duct tape in your room?"
Sam glanced over at the nightstand Tucker was standing next to. He was staring at the two aforementioned rolls, perplexed.
"I don't know when I'll need duct tape," she said, shrugging.
Tucker turned and looked at her doubtfully. "Two rolls?"
"You can never have too much duct tape," said Sam.
A few months later…
"Sorry guys, but I really have to do this alone," said Danny. After making sure that the tape he had used to bind the two to the chairs would hold, he nodded to them and phased through the wall.
"So…" started Tucker dryly, flashing back to their conversation a few months ago. "What was that about never having too much duct tape?"
Sam sulked.
A/N: Don't ask. I don't know. Are they dreadfully OOC? Maybe Tucker should've had the duct tape...though, of course, I can totally seeing Sam brandishing duct tape in her parents' direction with a demonic glint in her eyes. I'm so weird.