"Toms for lunch!" Dash called, before Danny had a change to run and his or go ghost. Before he knew it to add to the laughing and jerring- Danny had a bottle shoved in his mouth, with a hole large enough he had to drink. As the liquid was being forced down. For a second, Danny thought it tasted good before he spit it out on to the floor. Dash grabbed him by the back of his shirt and started to drag the diapered halfa, down halls and halls of people laughing. Finally outside, Dash found himself being dragged through the parking lot to Dash'a car.
"That wasnt a cool thing you stupid baby!" He scolded, still tugging as they went.
"Dash let go!" Danny whined.
"I said you need to eat! That was a bad baby! Frankly, Id let you starve but that'll look bad...now." Be procided to produce cans of mush from his backseat, just for Danny.
"Dash what are you-?!"
"I said shut up, Baby Fenton!" Danny found a pacifier shoved into his mouth.
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