Author: the electric phantom PM
Lisa, Marcus, Jess, and Keith are all of to summer camp! Many insane things will happen as they form friendships and participate in crazy activities. WARNING: this was the work of about 12 girls ranging from 8 to 16. We got very random at points, and lots of things don't make complete sense. If you must have a perfectly coherent plot, this story is not for you.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Humor/Friendship - Jessica R. & Keith W. - Chapters: 3 - Words: 2,138 - Reviews: 13 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 11-24-12 - Published: 08-05-12 - id: 8395799
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"These pancakes are amazing!" cried Jessica with joy.
"BACON!" Marcus yelled, "Bacon, bacon, bacon, BACON!"
"I can't wait to go canoeing!" Keith said between bites.
"Yeah, all we did yesterday was eat, sleep, and swim," agreed Lisa.
"The one time Hector isn't here," Jessica said, laughing.
"Who?" asked all those non-familiar with the Company.
"Jessica's brother," said Keith and Lisa.
"Is he cute?" a random girl asked.
"Do you like twenty-three-year-olds who refuse to admit it when they're wrong, even about stupid stuff? If so, he's totally your guy!" Jessica said. All the girls (minus Lisa) crinkled their noses.
Dill was in charge of the first activity of the day. No one knew what was going on. All that they had was a giant pickle jar and the mud pit as clues.
"Okay, today, we'll be pickle slathering!" he said. Everyone looked confused. He went up to Marcus.
"First time at a pickle slathering?" he asked.
"Yeah," Marcus said.
"Here's a tip: take a pickle, throw it in the mud, find it, and eat!"
"Gee, thanks, mister!"
For a moment, there was nothing. Then, there was Marcus! He grabbed the pickle jar, dumped all the pickles in the jar, jumped in, and began to eat.
"Ew!" yelled a random girl.
"Marcus, can't you at least wipe some of the mud off?" Keith asked his Padawan.
"No! Zis ish dillishus! I shush do zis at home!"