Hunger

Tucker lay on the cold tiled floor.

"So...hungry...can't...move." His stomach growled loudly.

Mr. Lancer stared at him. "Mr. Foley, it's only ten minutes until lunch. I think you can survive."

"No he can't." Sam and Danny chorused.

Tucker crawled over to Lancer and clung to his leg. "I...won't last...much longer. Tell...my PDA...I love her."

Sam sighed. "Mr. Lancer, please end the torture and let him eat."

Lancer ran a hand over his bald head. "Is he always like this?"

Danny rolled his eyes. "After every three hours, yes he is."

Tucker glanced up at Lancer with pleading green eyes. "Please..."

Lancer groaned. "All right, Mr. Foley. You can-" He blinked when he realized Tucker was gone. Sam and Danny giggled at the surprised look on Lancer's face.

"I didn't know he could run that fast..." Dash mused.

"You just need to motivate him." Danny replied, heading back to his flirt-fest with Sam.

Dash smirked. "I guess I'll just need to motivate him a little more then." He high-fived Kwan.

Ms. Testlaff was walking toward her gym office when a red and yellow blur sailed past her.

"What the-" She straightened her herself and curiously followed the mystery blur, only to find Tucker inhaling pork rinds like no tomorrow.

"Now if I could trick him into signing up for track, I'll be set for that trophy for sure..."

I DID IT! ONE HUNDRED ONE SHOTS! COOKIES FOR EVERYONE! Oh, I do not own DP or pork rinds.