"Alright class, let's take our seats" Mr. Garrison said walking into the fourth grade classroom, standing in front of the rows of desks. He turned to them with a confused look, finding that they were all quietly at their desks. "Huh, I guess you already have... Now children, we need to talk about the rules and procedures for-"
He was interrupted by the sound of a kid snoring loudly.
Mr. Garrison groaned and grabbed a ruler. He walked over to the desk of the sleeping child, quietly raising the ruler. With one fast swipe, he smacked the desk with a loud cracking sound.
"AHHH JESUS" The kid's head flew up instantly. The rest of the kids, who were also asleep, were alert in an instant.
"ERIC YOU STOP SNORING AND PAY ATTENTION!" Mr. Garrison yelled, while moving the puppet on his hand. He put the ruler back. "Yes Mr. Hat, that is absolutely correct." He let out a sigh. "Now children, I know 6 in the morning is an early time for kids your age..."
"Damn right..." Stan grumbled.
"...But, we must wake up early to get to the campground since it'll take us about two hours to get there. And the sooner we get there, the sooner you kids can act obnoxious and you can run around like squirrels on crack all you want. Now as I was saying..."
Most of the kids zoned out as the teacher began talking about the rules again. Cartman went right back to sleeping. Kyle sighed and leaned over to Stan.
"Dude, I don't even feel like going to Fourth Grade Camp anymore..." He muttered.
Stan nodded in agreement, his blue hat slowly sliding over his eyes. "I didn't even make an effort to get dressed properly."
"Nobody did..." Clyde whispered from behind, still wearing his pajamas.
"At least one of us is happy about going" Kyle turned his head lazily to the corner of the class, where Butters sat with his hands folded neatly in his lap as he listened to rules with a smile.
Mr. Garrison finished telling the students the information that they needed to know. "So, do we have any questions?" Cartman raised his hand. "Yes Eric..."
"Will we be fed?"
"Yes, but no outside food is allowed."
"Goddammit..." Cartman slammed a fist down on the desk top.
"Mr. Garrison, they have first aid there, right?" Kyle questioned with uncertainty.
"I dunno I'm not a friggin psychic," He replied.
"What if we change our minds and we want to go home?" Clyde asked.
"Oh look kids" Mr. Garrison announced before the question was answered. "Your bus is packed up. Now single file outside, your parents are waiting to say goodbye."
The class obeyed as they left the classroom and exited the building. The parents stood there, just as Mr. Garrison said.
"Goodbye Stanley! We'll miss you" Stan's mom said, hugging him.
"Don't do drugs, okay?" His dad added.
"Yeah sure dad," Stan replied and walked towards the bus. Kyle slowly followed, dragging a small body behind him.
"No no no" It cried out.
"Ike, you can't come to camp with me!" Kyle pressed. Yet the little Canadian hung onto his leg.
"Abababa" Ike babbled, looking up at his older brother.
"I'm sorry buddy," Kyle finally detached him and picked him up. "You'll be fine without me for awhile." Ike looked at him sadly. Kyle frowned. "Don't look at me like that..."
As Kyle was negotiating with his brother, Cartman dragged a large bag behind him.
"Dude, what the hell is in there? A dead body?" Stan demanded.
"Not this time," Cartman replied. "I'm not going to tell you because you'll want me to share, and it's not happening."
"Eric, they check the bags for food, so I wouldn't if I were you..." Mr. Garrison commented as he walked past.
Cartman growled and dragged the bag back to his mom. "Alright poopsiekinz, I brought the cookies for your trip!" She exclaimed.
"Plan B mom... Take this one back... Wheres the smaller one?"
"Right here sweetie!" Cartman's mom smiled, handing it over.
"Sweeeeet" He grinned.
"So, where's Kenny?" Stan asked as he walked back over.
"Already on. He didn't pack anything," Cartman responded. "Big shocker right?" He added sarcastically.
"Well, I'm ready to get on... Where's Kyle?" Stan asked.
"Who cares."
Stan walked over to where Kyle was before, finding him still talking to his brother. "Okay Ike, I really need to go now... Don't make me kick the baby."
"No no no" Ike protested.
"Kick the baby," Kyle drop-kicked his brother away. He turned to Stan and Cartman. "Okay I'm ready."
"You sure?" Stan tilted his head.
"Yes..." Kyle marched past both of them and walked onto the bus. Soon, all of the fourth graders were loaded onto the bus. Mr. Mackey walked on the bus before it left.
"M'kay students, there's one last thing. There is a no cell phone rule, so please pass them up front, m'kay?"
The students all groaned in unison before passing the phones up. Mr. Mackey collected them all in a bucket. "Alright students, you all be good now, M'kay?" he said, before walking back out of the bus.
"Okay, I'm going to sleep... Wake me up when we get there." Kyle sighed, pulling a pillow out of his bag and reclined his seat. "At least we got the fancy bus. I didn't think the school had anymore money." A few minutes after that line, Kyle was fast asleep.
Stan looked over at him, then glanced around at the other students. The majority of them were dozing off, the ones who weren't chatted quietly to one another. He rested his chin on the palm of this hand, while leaning against the window. "Guess I'm alone for the duration of this trip..." he sighed. Soon, he felt his eyes become heavy. After a while, he drifted off to sleep as well.
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"We're here!" The voice of the bus driver jerked Stan awake. He looked outside the window, seeing a lot of trees. He looked over at Kyle, who was in what looked like the most uncomfortable sleeping position possible. Stan poked him in the side. "We're here" he whispered.
Kyle's head shot up in an instant. "Wha- where are we?" He looked out the window. "Oh, right..."
Once everyone was awake, the fourth graders wandered off the bus. When they were all present, two adults walked over.
"Welcome children, to camp Happy Sun!" A women exclaimed.
"Oh, it's gonna be one of those camps..." Stan sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Are you all ready to have a fun time?" A man asked with a grin. When no one replied, he put a hand up to his ear. "I can't hear you!"
"Whoopie!" Butters was the only one to reply.
"That's the spirit!" He laughed. "We're your camp councilors! I'm Todd!"
"And I'm Mary!" The women chimed in. "We're gonna unload the luggage and separate into groups. Then we'll have a great time."
"This is freaking me out dude..." Stan whispered to Kyle. He nodded in agreement.
After a few minutes, all of the bags were on the ground. "Okay troopers, all of the boys will be in my group, and the girls will go with Mary." Todd announced. Now, let's grab our stuff, and head down to the lodges!" He turned and started down a path. The fourth grade boys followed him with bags in tow. Stan was near the rear of the line. Suddenly, somebody grabbed his arm. He looked over, seeing Wendy to his left.
"Good luck, this camp is really giving off some bad vibes..." She whispered.
"You too. Don't get eaten by bears" Stan joked.
"That's not funny" she frowned.
"Sorry... I'll see you later" He quickened his pace, trying to catch up with the others.
.~.~.~.
"EY!" Cartman yelled, while smacking his arm.
"What?" Stan asked, glancing back at the fat fourth grader.
"These damn mosquitoes! This is the fifth one that's bit me!" A hand smacked him in the face. "KYLE YOU ASSHOLE!"
"Sorry, there was another mosquito" He snickered. Cartman grumbled under his breath.
"Here we are!" Todd announced, pointing towards a clearing.
"Finally..." Cartman growled. "I can't wait to sit in my comfortable, air-conditioned..." He trailed off. In front of them, laid four large tents, about the size of cabins. It just looked like a giant brown tarp with rips and tears. Cartman looked up at Todd. "What the hell are those?"
"Those are our lodges!"
"Lodges are cabins assface!" Cartman shouted in defiance.
"Yes, technically they are, but here at Camp Happy Sun, we like to call them our lodges. Now, everybody get into tent groups. Each group can have up to five. Then, pick a tent!"
The boys all broke off into groups immediately. Stan turned around to face Kyle and Cartman. "Okay, I guess we could all group."
"I don't want to share a tent with him..." Kyle pointed at Cartman in anger.
"Fuck you Kahl"
"Just go with it Kyle...Who else would we have anyways?" Stan said. "So, you two, me, and Kenny."
"What about me?" Butters approached them.
"Find your own tent, Butters" Cartman shooed.
"But the other tents are full..." The blonde replied quietly, tapping his fists together.
"Ugh... Okay fine... You two, me, Kenny, and Butters..." Stan sighed.
"Wait, where is Kenny even at?" Kyle asked, realizing their parka-wearing friend was nowhere to be found.
"He's not here?" Stan asked in surprise.
"Oh hamburgers! Did he get eaten by a bear?" Butters gasped in fear.
"Don't be ridiculous Butters... Maybe he just didn't come at all?" Stan thought aloud.
"No, I saw him on the bus" Cartman countered.
"Then where the hell is he?"
.~.~.~.
"Okay girls! Now that we're all settled in, let's get to know each other!" Mary said, sitting in a circle. "I'll go first. I first became a councilor..."
"This is stupid... We already know each other" Wendy whispered.
"I know right? When can we go to the beach? I heard they had one." Bebe replied.
"I hope so..."
"Okay sweetie, it's your turn!" Mary clapped her hands.
"Me?" Wendy asked, pointing to herself. Mary nodded. "Ugh..." She stood up. "Hello... My name is Wendy..."
"Hello girl I've never seen before!" Heidi Turner blurted out sarcastically.
"That's kinda it..." Wendy sat back down.
"Good job! Okay, how about you sweetie?" Mary pointed.
The person stood up. "mmmmph mmrmm mpmh" They replied in a muffled voice, then sat back down.
"Kenny? What the hell are you doing here?!" Wendy whispered.
Kenny looked over and shrugged. After the other girls said their names, Mary grabbed a bag.
"Okay girls! How about we bond some more? Make over time!" She exclaimed in a sing-song voice.
"(Woohoo!)" Kenny cheered.
.~.~.~.
A/N: So um... yeah here's this. Sorry this is kinda short, it's sorta like a prologue I guess.