EPISODE FOUR "Attack of the Killer Garage Sale" pt.2

After I pretty much slid the garage sale from outside to inside the garage, I headed home. Thankfully, we had hired more maids recently and I didn't have to clean anything more. I was done cleaning for today. I kind of sat around watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer for a couple hours, distracting myself from the fact that Danny wouldn't be coming, and waited for Tuck the Great Deserter to show up. Around Eight I called the pizza place and the doorbell rang before I could finish the call. I opened the door and let Tucker inside. "Right. That's two medium, one pepperoni and one veggie. Put it on my tab." Pepperoni was Danny's favourite... I shut the door and hung up the phone. "Hey Tucker."
"I hope they hustle. I'm starved." The doorbell rang again. Greasy ginger hair poking out from underneath the uniform cap, followed up with acne and braces and was the nicest person under thirty that I knew. It was Nate. He really was getting quicker and quicker.
"Here's your pizza, Sam." He passed over the two boxes.
"Thanks, Nate." I handed him a tip.
"Ten bucks! Thanks, Sam." He walked back to his moped. I shut the door.
"You tipped the guy a ten spot?" QUICK COVER-UP GO!
"Whoops! Sorry, I thought it was a one. C'mon, w-we're watching movies downstairs!" I carried the pizza and Tucker followed. I could almost hear his jaw go slack when he came into the line of sight of the wall-size flatscreen and video-gaming systems.
"This is your downstairs?!?" I set the pizzas down beside the popcorn machine.
"What? Too much?" Tucker gaped like a kid in a candy shop.
"Uhhhh huhhh..." He smiled like a kid in a candy shop realizing that it was national free-candy day. He started walking around to get the full view.
"I know, I shoulda told you and Danny this a long time ago, but my family's kinda...filthy rich. Weird, huh?" I wish Danny was here. We would have so much more fun. Me and Tucker didn't really connect like me and Danny.
"WHOA! Time out. You're loaded?"
"My great-grandad Izzy was an inventor. He invented that machine that twirls cellopane around deli toothpicks?" I made a twirling motion with my finger. Tucker jumped into one of the red lazyboys excitedly.
"You're the deli-toothpick-cellophane-twirling heiress? No way!" Funny. Now that I think about it, I'm the heiress and I don't like meat at all.
"L-look, if this is too much for you, we can do something else." I opened the pizza box. Tucker's smile widened.
"Are you kidding!?!" I did the honours and started up the blu-ray player. I wondered if Danny had made it to the party yet... I hoped he was having a good time. Without his best friends. At least Tucker was easily entertained by new and shiny technology. I asked him which one he wanted to see, but he just stared in awe, happily chewing popcorn one piece at a time. The player remained on until it went to sleep and eventually turned off.


When he regained the ability to speak, he didn't stop for a second. "So, Sam, could you afford your own roller coaster?"
"Yes. But are we really going to start playing this game?"
"How about a video-game store?"
"Tucker, are we watching a movie or not?"
"Okay, okay. Just a few more questions! Could you buy a plane?"
"Yep."
"A yacht?"
"Yep." This was starting to annoy me, but at least I had some company.
"Umm... A bowling alley?"
" Nope." I pressed the button that reveals the bowling alley behind the wall."There's no place to put a second one." Grandma rolled up to the alley in her scooter and scored a strike.
"YIPPIE! Baba's hot tonight!" Tucker leaned closer against the chair back in awe. 

The wall slid back into place and Tucker took his seat again. He sniffed the air. I dearly hoped it wasn't another meat thing."That's weird... because you don't smell stinkin' rich!" I quit leaning on the popcorn counter.
"Will you stop it? That's the whole reason I didn't tell anybody." I took the other Lazyboy.
"I don't get it! With all this money why do you hang out with me and Danny? If you flash a little of that bling-bling you'd be Ms. Popularity!" I crossed my arms.
"I don't need popularity, Tucker. Especially not if I have to buy it." I could really teach these guys a little something about depth.
"You should tell that to Danny. Can you believe that people actually spent good money on that junk from his parent's shed?"
"Well, I did snag this really cool remote for three bucks. And he did give Dash a pretty cool deal on the computer stuff." Since I was holding the remote, I turned on the apparatus. "Shall we?"
"Sure thing! I've been so excited to watch the new Jackie Chan movie." Maybe Tucker did understand what I was saying. Maybe he wasn't so annoying after all.

We only made it to the first flying kick of the movie when Tucker decided to replay the second of impact over and over.
"If you wanna watch a part over again, could you please tell me first?" He looked at me accusingly. Always with the accusing.
"Me? You're the one messing with the remote." The remote then decided to levitate on its own accord. "I'm not schooled in the ways of the rich, but do all your remotes do that?"
"No! Well, my toaster does, but it's from Denmark. That stuff Danny was selling must have been contaminated with ghost stuff!" 
The remote blasted the popcorn machine, which went haywire! It blasted the soda machine, which followed suit. The remote phased through the ceiling. I was going to have fun explaining this one. At least we could afford to get the orange Crush stains out of the carpet. We ran outside after it, and lost it in the parade of floating appliances. Where was Danny?
"That's bad. Probably a job for Danny Phantom!" That name was so hot cool Just the name. Pffft, you thought I was attracted to Danny?
"Probably. And if I wasn't so mad at him, I would probably care that it's going to interrupt his big, Jock, party. Shall we?" I didn't wait for an answer before running after the haunted electronics.