This one happened in my real life...just yesterday in fact. And I am truly sorry it did happen...let it begin...
"No!" said Danny.
"Oh, c'mon!" shot Sam right back, "Please?"
"Sam, I have played this song for you 16 times and every time I've played it, I've hated it."
"That's part of the reason why I like hearing it!" responded Sam.
Danny glared at his wife. "I repeat: No."
"Come on..."
"No!"
"Just one last time?" pleaded Sam.
"Not. A. Chance," was all Danny said in reply.
There was a short silence.
"If you do, I'll give you a kiss..." offered Sam.
"That might have worked when we were teenagers, Sam..."
"No, it would have worked when we were teenagers, and I'm surprised it doesn't work now!"
"To take a page from your book..." said Danny, "Oh, you're hi-larious!"
"Alright, alright..." conceded Sam. "All joking aside..."
"That song is a joke!" said Danny, sitting down in a nearby chair.
"Oh, Danny..." said Sam leaning over beside him. "Please? For me?" and she began to slowly nibble on his ear...
"Alright, alright, alright..." said Danny, finally, getting up as Sam smiled. "Now can you stop asking me to play this song?"
"Deal," said Sam, as Danny put a CD in their player, setting it to track number 3.
After a few moments of electronic whirring, the song began...
Yo, Danny Fenton, he was just fourteen, when his parents built a very strange machine...
...I hate my theme song. Review please!