This drabble is for stress relief. It has no meaning but to amuse those of you who care ;)

--Phanny

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Danny and Sam bid farewell to Tucker as he left the Fenton house, and Sam had another 15 minutes to spare before her parents would surely go into meltdown.

"See ya tomorrow, Tuck!" They both waved, watching their friend go as the door shut behind him.

Then there was silence.

A clock chimed in the vicinity, but neither teen cared what time it was.

"So..." Danny fidgeted with his hands, trying to make himself look like...Well, like he wasn't looking at Sam.

"So..." Sam said in response, looking for the clock, or at least, that's what she wanted Danny to think.

Suddenly a loud advertisement came on the TV, something about "Girls gone wild", and Danny changed the channel instantly to "Adult Swim".

"We are NOT watching that." Sam told him, and he groaned. Sam never appreciated the sophisticated humor that "Family Guy" displayed.

"Well than what do YOU want to watch?" He asked.

"Give me the remote and I'll change it."

"Just tell me!"

"Oh come on!"

"SAM! All you have to do is tell me!"

"I shouldn't have too!"

And that's when the war ensued. Danny smacked her with a throw pillow, and Sam grabbed another, knocking him off the couch with the force. Eventually they were both on the floor, the remote forgotten in their battle.

They didn't here the door creak open, or that Tucker mumbled something about a forgotten backpack.

He took one look at the scene in front of him and paused, his expression unreadable. He then grabbed his bag and shifted it onto his shoulder, finally interrupting.

"Is this like a sex thing?"

Danny and Sam stared at him.

"'Cause if it is, I could go get my camera..."

"TUCKER!"

Needless to say, Tucker did not leave Fentonworks unscathed.

"Damn lovebirds..." He murmured as he limped home.