Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans.
WARNING: Do NOT steal this story or you shall suffer a horrid demise.
"Oh, DUDE!" Beast Boy, the green titan, yipped. "I can't believe this is happening!"
Exploding with vitality, Beast Boy morphed into a dog. With his tongue dangling from his mouth, he leapt from one suitcase to the other and barked at his team. When he transformed back into his old self, he performed a jig with his arms and bobbed his head forward. Starfire, the Tamaranian alien, clapped, wide-mouthed at Beast Boy's performance.
"You got that right, man!" Cyborg, the massive half-robot, slapped the palm of Beast Boy's hand with his own.
Annoyed, the gothic team member, Raven, growled, "CAN it, Beast Boy," as she levitated the luggage into the gaping trunk of the T-Car. She clarified, "It's just a vacation."
"Are you kidding me, Raven?" babbled her morphing friend. "It's not just a vacation." He placed his hand on her shoulder. "We're going to the mountains with a river and a waterfall! And best of all, there won't be any bad guys." He raised his eyebrows at her before gazing starry-eyed into space.
Raven mumbled, "Uh…yeah." She was far from convinced. "Just do me a favor, Beast Boy…"
"Yeah?"
"Don't touch me again." Raven's violet eyes flamed.
"Yeah, Beast Boy," Robin, the group leader, put in. "Leave her alone."
Beast Boy shriveled away from Raven to help his teammates load the last suitcase into the T-Car.
"Come, friends!" Starfire declared. "Let us begin this wondrous journey to bask in the beauty of nature. How lucky we are to triumph in that competition, yes?"
Robin nodded, recalling the day the envelope appeared in the mail. Inscribed on ancient, frayed paper, the letter inside read:
Dear Teen Titans:
Congratulations for winning the "Vacation to Mount Wyrmormr" Contest. Enclosed is the information for your trip, as well as a detailed map of the area. There is no need to worry about the expenses; enjoy your journey. Let it prove to be an experience worth remembering.
Yours truly,
Carl O'Imh
"We'd better go if we want to make it by this afternoon," Robin warned.
Cyborg agreed, hollering, "Let's go, everybody! Mount Wyrmormr's waiting!" The grin on his face continued to stretch.
Once everyone clambered into the T-Car, Cyborg nestled in the driver's seat and stomped on the gas pedal, zooming across the path leading to the road. Sandwiched between her two teammates, Raven's solemn face buried itself in a book. Meanwhile, Starfire and Beast Boy, whom retained their usual giddiness, slammed their faces on the nearby windows, watching the blurs of scenery whiz past them.
A/N: "Wyrmormr" is pronounced (WEAR-mor-mur).