As soon as the nine of us got to the Valentines Day dance, the babies right away wanted to get their pictures taken. The only problem was that the photographer wasn’t there yet. Which was kind of disappointing because we all wanted to get this done and over with. Well, at least I did anyway. I didn’t want to be standing around most of the dance with a bunch of dollars and coins in my dress pocket.
To cheer the babies up, I quickly said, “Besides, you’ll get to meet some of our classmates while we wait.”
That brightened their spirits up a little bit.
Danny leaned in toward me with an annoyed expression on his face. “I don’t really know why I’m talking to you right now,” he started, “but do you really want the babies to meet our classmates?”
At that moment I felt so angry, I couldn’t help it. I elbowed Danny hard in the stomach.
“Ohhh, owww!” Danny groaned, clutching his stomach. “What was that for?!” he asked, glaring up at me.
I glared back at him. “Can’t you just try and make the babies happy?” I asked.
“What? Do you think I’m not helping them?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” I said sarcastically, “ ‘Do you really want the babies to meet our classmates?’ What the heck was that?”
“Well, it’s better than them being called names and bullied by them!” Danny cried.
Tucker sighed with a mixture of fear and annoyance. “Will you guys just be quiet and listen what Tommy has to say?”
Danny and I stopped arguing for a moment, turned around, and gasped. Dash and Quan were standing right in front of us, brows furrowed and sly smiles on their faces. I gulped. I just knew this wasn’t going to turn out very well.
“Well, well, well!” Dash cried, glancing around. “If it isn’t Danny Fenton and his little baby playmates! Why don’t you guys go home and build a block tower or something? Babies aren’t supposed to go to dances!”
Danny sighed. “What do you want, Dash?” he asked.
Dash smiled slyly once again. “Why me?” he asked. “Nothing, at all! I’ve just been wandering around the school, picking on kids, pushing them out of the way, wandering into random classrooms, picking on random kids lockers, and pulling out these.” Dash held up some pink, red, and white envelopes.
Danny suddenly gasped. “Hey!” he cried. “You didn’t walk into some random classrooms and stole some random Valentines Day cards! You walked into our classroom and stole Valentines Day cards from my locker!”
Dash glanced at the cards in his hands, then back at Danny, and smirked. “Really?” he asked, pretending to be surprised about this. “These are your Valentines Day cards, Fenton? I’m sorry! I really didn’t know!”
Danny just glared at the floor.
But that just made Dash smile even more. “What’s the matter, Fenton?” he asked. “Don’t you want your precious lovey dovey Valentines Day cards back?”
Danny didn’t answer. He still kept his eyes glued to the gym floor.
I glanced back at Dash. He looked like he was starting to get irritated. I gulped. I just knew this was going to end badly.
“Answer me, Fenton!” Dash cried.
Danny still didn’t move a muscle.
“Fine!” Dash cried, suddenly frowning. “I give up! You win!”
This time Danny looked up. He had a very surprised look on his face. I couldn’t blame him. I was shocked too.
“Unless,” Dash added, his mean smirk appearing on his face once again, “this applies to you in any way.”
He gestured to Quan who, was surprisingly quiet those past few minutes and held up a little, black, vinyl sketchbook. It was the book that Danny kept all of our ghost group plans in! We couldn’t let Dash see what was inside it, or else our secret would be in jeopardy!
Just as I expected, Danny ran toward Dash and cried, “Dash! Quan! Give that back! It doesn’t belong to you!”
Quan kept lifting the little book upward as Danny jumped. No matter how hard he tried, Danny just couldn’t seem to grab the book out of Quan’s fist. He could barely reach it.
Dash and Quan were laughing the whole time Danny was jumping. I couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for Danny. After all, I used to be his best friend. I was hoping for some sort of miracle to make Quan drop the book, but I just knew that wasn’t going to happen. Soon, I couldn’t stand to see Danny humiliate himself anymore. I covered my eyes. I didn’t want to watch this!
SMACK!
I quickly opened my eyes and looked around. I thought Danny had just gotten a punch in the face, but surprisingly, Quan was on the ground wincing and rubbing the back of his head. I glanced at the babies. Their mouths were hanging open and they had shocked looks on their faces.
“What the?” Dash cried, glaring at us. “Who-Whoever did that is gonna pay!”
SMACK!
A huge rock came flying out of nowhere and hit Dash in the back of his head.
Dash cried out in pain, tears streaming down his face, and fell to the ground, rubbing the back of his head just like Quan.
We all glanced up to see Bart Simpson with his slingshot in his hand. He was jumping up and down excitedly.
“Yeah!” he cried happily. “Bull’s-eye!” He started pointing at Dash and Quan with both of his index fingers. We all couldn’t help but smile.
“In your face, losers!” Bart cried. “Yeah! You can play the game, but you can’t take the pain, ‘cause the Bartman’s here! ‘Cause the Bartman’s here! Everybody starts to cheer and takes me outta here ‘cause the Bartman’s here! ‘Cause the Bartman’s here! Oh, yeah! Uh, huh!”
Bart kept doing his chants, while the rest of us cheered him on.
After a few more minutes of us cheering, I felt a small tug on my right dress sleeve. I glanced down to see Tommy staring up at me with a worried look on his face. “Um, Sam…”
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