Disclaimer: I don't own Holes by Louis Sachar but I do own the OCs.

A/N PLEASE READ BEFORE CONTINUING: All right, so there's going to be heavy slash and femslash so if you don't like it, don't you read it and flame me. Lesbian and gay relationships will be present and I'll try my best to not make any slurs. I'll edit something if informed that a word or phrase etc is derogatory. This is all good-hearted fun, nothing is meant to be taken into offense. So please R&R and enjoy.

Something Isn't Right: Prologue

The Warden boredly looked over the slips of paper in the suggestion box; Mr. Pendanski insisted that if she at least read and considered some of the things the boys had to say, it might make things a little more fun.

"It's not supposed to be fun around here!" she yelled at him. But he told her in his annoyingly calm voice that listening to what others want could make a cause for the better.

She opened up the first piece of paper. "Get some chicks."

She rolled her eyes and threw it aside, opening the next one. "God made women and men. Too many men here. Need women."

"Ugh." Opening the next one: "To raise up the temperature at Camp Green Lake, please get some girls."

The next ones were highly detestable.

"Save a Squid, fish some girls."

"Let me put my x-ray vision to good use by getting some girls."

"Let me use my magnetic fingers to see if the girls are wearing metal bras."

"We need somebody in this place to actually wear deodorant." The Warden sighed, hoping somebody was just suggesting buying deodorant when she read the last line. "Namely girls."

"If you really do have cameras in the showers and tents, please let us watch the videos if you get hot babes here."

"Don't make me barf anymore by seeing the same old geezer here all the time." She hoped he was talking about Mr. Sir when yet again, her wish was crushed by the last line. "Please invite a camp full of gorgous chicks or at least get a newer, hotter, younger Warden. That's a woman of course. PS: please let her have nice boobs this time. The one we have now..hers are saggy and nasty. That's why I'm always sick. Thank you."

The Warden screamed with fury, throwing the suggestion box at the wall. The D-tenters have been having far too much fun with this box. They wanted hot, young girls? They'd get their wish.

Calming down she dialed the number of the nearest girl camp. "Hello? Kathy? Yes, how would you like to stay for about a month of two here? A vacation? Something like that..."