Danny Fenton's field-trip to despair

Chapter 3

Five minutes later the trio came back down stairs dressed in there usual clothes with there bags ready to face the disaster that was bound to occur. They set there bags down and went to the kitchen to eat. After they had eaten they went into the living room where everyone had gathered and was talking in low voices, and promptly shut up as soon as the trio walked in.

"Mr. Fenton you and your friends have a lot of explaining to do."

"What do you mean."

"What do you mean what do you mean. You three were just trying to murder each other wile making breakfast."

"We weren't trying to kill each other. It's just dodge knife."

"The lazy swordsman, dodge knife. Something like that is far to dangerous for kids to be playing."

"I told you earlier that no one has ever gotten hurt. I don't aim to vitals and nether do Sam or Tucker."

"Don't aim for vitals! Tucker's knife almost got buried in your throat." (Don't you dare think of that). "How is that not aiming for vitals!"

"I meant I don't aim for there vitals and they don't aim for each other's. We've been playing this game for years and I haven't got hit once. Even if they manage to hit me I'll be fine."

"What would your parent say if they knew you were playin this so called game?"

"They do know, they just don't care."

"Exac- wait what do you mean they don't care, of course they do."

"Nope. See watch this. Hey mom we're gonna play doge knife!"

"Ok sweaty just keep it down I'm working."

"See no F's given."

"She was just distracted and didn't realize what you said."

"Oh really. Sam do the thing."

"Ms. Fenton Danny got hit. His heart and left lung are pierced!"

"Ok Sam. Just make sure you disinfect the wound when you patch him up!"

"Told you so. Now are you done because I kind of want to sit down."

With that the three went to find seats leavening behind a very surprised and concerned teacher.