Sorry for such a long wait, had to deal with some family prblems. But it's all better now! So here's another story! As for the plot, this... actually happened to me, at least, the first part did. The last few paragraphs have yet to happen, and I highly doubt they will, unless my house has hidden security cameras... but given the way the government is, it wouldn't surprise me... gonna stop before I say something to offend someone.

Anyway... yeah. So, I have to say something. Normally, I won't answer reviews, only PM's. However, on the last story, a guest left a review that I feel should be answered.

So, Guest, I hope you read this. I also hope you understand that I don't mean any of this in an offensive way. I wrote the story the way I did for a couple of reasons. One- given the way Sam acts in the show, I felt that violence wouldn't be something that would cause problems between her and Danny. Second, I wasn't...really in the best mood when I wrote it. One of my guy friends had been ignoring me for a month because of a misunderstanding. It was also 3 AM when I wrote it. As for your other concern, she wasn't worried about Danny being hurt because of his powers. I figured that by that time, she had gotten used to it, even if it did still bother her. She would be worried if was limping or bleeding, but otherwise wouldn't worry about that.

I hope that satisfies your questions. If not, I'm sorry, but that's just the way I wrote it, and I'm not going to change it.

I want to thank you guys for the reviews, by the way. I really appreciate it! ^^

ENJOY!

Characters
Danny-5/18
Jazz-7/20
Maddie
Jack
Sam-18.5

A five-year-old Danny Fenton grinned devilishly. His plan was set in place, now all he had to do was wait. He looked up, double-checking the rope and pulley. His head jerked down at the sound of quiet footsteps. Jazz was walking by the stairs, Bearbert in her hands. She stopped for a moment and blinked, and Danny worried that she had discovered him. He clamped a hand over his mouth, trying to quiet his breathing. He sagged with relief as his sister shrugged and continued walking.
Danny grinned. Jazz was almost directly beneath the trap. Just a few more steps... Danny pulled the rope. The movement caused the ice-water-filled bucket to tip.
The 7-year-old girl stopped in panic at the sound of metal clanging. She looked up and shrieked as she was doused with the liquid. Danny laughed in victory, poking his head through the railing to better see his victim. Jazz screamed in anger at the triumphant smile on his face.
Maddie and Jack ran up the stairs to the basement at the noise, gasping at the sight of their peeved daughter. Maddie sighed and shook her head, already understanding what had happened, while Jack looked around in confusion. Danny cackled with his head still poking through the railing, not noticing his parents arrival. Maddie smirked, deciding to tease the child some. "Danny."
Danny fell silent and his eyes widened in terror. He jumped backwards, preparing to run to his room. Instead, he bounced back into the railing, his head spinning. As he settled his unfocused eyes, he pushed his hands and feet against the wooden bars in an attempt to pull his head free. His eyes widened and started to tear up as he realized that he couldn't break free. "M-mommy, I'm stuck!"
Jazz glared at her brother. "Good, now you know how it's gonna feel when you go to jail, you ingrate!"
Maddie was surprised at her daughter's advanced vocabulary, at least for a 7-year-old, but shook it away and made her way up to the top of the stairs. She stood behind the frightened boy and observed the railing. She sighed. "Jack, go get some butter and olive oil."

After multiple attempts of freeing Danny from the railing, the Fenton's gave up and called the fire department. Some officers came and cut the railing, letting the traumatized boy escape. Once he was free, he simply stood on the stairs, his eyes glazed over in fear.
Maddie ran up to him and picked him up, wiping his tear-stained face. Danny remained unresponsive. Hugging him close to her chest, Maddie turned to the officers for an explanation.
One of them spoke up. "It's quite possible that he might have extremely mild post-traumatic-stress-disorder, but given a few weeks, he should be better. If he isn't acting like he was before, minus not pranking anyone, within three weeks, then take him to a counselor. Otherwise, I wouldn't worry too much."
Maddie nodded and thanked the officers, and they left. Once they were gone, she turned back to Danny, who had fallen asleep in her arms. She grinned and shook her head. "Let's get you to bed, little trouble-maker."

Danny blushed as everyone around him laughed. He had arrived home from his graduation to find his extended family had arrived to celebrate. And the Fenton family had strange ways of celebrating.
After about half an hour, his mom gave him a small graduation gift, an evil grin on her face. Danny was weary, but took it anyways. When he discovered that it was a tape, Sam ripped it out of his hands and placed it in the video player. Danny had tried to turn it off once he realized just which video tape he had been given, but Sam tackled him to the ground and sat on his back to stop him. He could have broken free, but that meant that his extended family would find out his secret.
So he braced himself for the embarrassment to come and gave in.
The security cameras, which had been installed the week before the incident, had caught it all, from him setting up the prank to being carried up to bed. Blushing wildly, only one thought moved through his head: I am so happy that I'm moving out to college soon...

So, uhhhh... yeah, I was an idiot. The only real difference in this story than with real life are the things I mentioned above and the fact that my brother was 15, not 7, at the time that I tried to prank him. But... uh... yeah... I can't really embarrass myself more than I already have, so you might see some more stories based on my life.