Thanks for taking an interest in this story. It was inspired by Bullwinkle's "Boys and Girls." Review and and tell me what you think. If enough people like it, I'll write more. Oh, and if you didn't catch the description, it's a crack fic. Be ready for randomness! Oh, and if people like it, my next work will be a prolouge so you understand why they're at summer camp.

Chapter 1

"Naruto, whatch'a thinkin' about?"

"…Why would you ask me that, Sasuke…?"

"Well, I was thinking since Gaara isn't going to be coming to the cabin toni-"

"I'm NOT going to have sex with you, damn it! Stop asking!" Why couldn't Gaara be here? He doesn't sleep, he could make sure Sasuke doesn't do anything! "I hate this stupid ninja summer camp."

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The sky is so beautiful at this time of night. Gaara sat on the roof of the counselors' cabin. I've got to write a poem about this. And so he wrote. He wrote pages of wonderful poems with descriptions and so many metaphors that an average reader would think he was writing a short story about a magical wall that traveled apple orchards and pine forests casting spells on rocks. He watched the wildlife and even stopped to pet a squirrel that was up past its bedtime. Ahh, such beauty this world has, yet so many do not take the time to appre-

"Gaara…? Are you… petting a squirrel?" The ninja of the sand flashed a maniacal look at Ino who was standing in front of the building, dumbstruck. "U-uh… right, well… We'll just keep this between y-" Ino never finished her sentence, for Gaara's expression sent her into a frenzy of insanity. Before either of them could comprehend it, Ino had bounded into the woods in search of the Great Pancreas of Jello to feed to the pet narutards that she keeps under her bed.

"Now… Damn it! I've got writer's block! What do you think Squirrel?"

"Squeak, squeak, squeak squeak squeak mustard!"

"Mustard? Are you sure?"

"MUSTARD!"

"I don't know.. It's not flow-y enough…"

"Squeeeaaak…" The squirrel's eyes narrowed and its hair raised. "SQUEAK!" it yelled before leaping into Gaara's ear and burrowing into his skull.

"Hey! Get out of my head! Get out of my head!"

A very nonchalant Shikamaru looked up to see Gaara dancing around on the roof top. "Ah, he's finally lost it," he said, not even blinking as Gaara rolled lopsided of the other side of the building. Shikamaru took surprising pleasure in the heavy thud he heard as the crazed sandman hit the ground. "Now where'd that potato go?" he whispered to himself. He went to work searching for his prey.

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"Did you hear something, Gai?"

Gai rolled over to look at Kakashi, who was poking his head through the door. "Eh, it was probably someone enjoying the SPRINGTIME OF YOUTH!"

"It sounded like a pot filled with sand was just dropped off the roof."

"Well then it was a very youthful and happy pot of sand wasn't it?"

"Uh.. Sure?" Just walk away, Kakashi. Don't get him started. And don't look him in th-

"Is that a challenge? I never refuse a challenge!"

Damn it! "Nono!" Kakashi quickly cried. "That-wasn't-a-challenge-good-night!" He spoke fast, wanting to get out of there, but Gai was on him like Jared on a Subway sandwhich. "AUGH!"

Gai felt a smile creep across his face at the sight of his archrival in the fetal position holding his crotch. "I win! Good night, Kakashi!" he said, beaming.

"Good… Night… Ugh…" Kanashi dragged himself back to his room.