Party
Sam looked at the crowded Op's Center. Balloons hung from the beams and a disco ball dangled from the ceiling. Music pulsed through the speakers, courtesy of DJ Tuck. People grooved to the beat of the music, and everyone actually seemed to be having...fun.
"Danny, your parents are going to kill you!"
Danny grinned at her. "Don't be such a party pooper! Nothing's gonna happen. My parents are at a convention and won't be back for days, and took Jazz with them. Nothing's going to go wrong.
Understatement of the year.
Danny shrieked a football sailed through the window, shattering it into a million little pieces. "Dash!" Danny cried.
Sam leaned against the window ledge. "Strike one."
Danny opened his mouth to retort, but the sound of police sirens cut him off. Danny paled.
"Scatter!" Kwan shouted. The guests ran from the room in panic, trying to make an unknown escape.
Tucker grabbed his tech and ran, but came back.
"Uh...Danny?" Tucker held up a torn in half Bearburt.
Danny yelped.
Sam raised an eyebrow. "Strike two."
Danny scowled. "Not. Helping."
"DANIEL FENTON! YOU COME DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!"
Danny screamed in fear at his mothers furious voice. Tucker shouted and tossed Bearburt out the window.
"DANNY! YOU KILLED BEARBURT!"
"Tucker!" Danny wailed.
"Sorry dude! I panicked!"
Sam grinned at the pounding of feet on the stairs. "Strike three! Youuuuuuuuuuur Ouuuuuuut!"