AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a take on one of my all time favorite movies (if not all time favorite), "The Wizard of Oz." All the characters you encounter, except for Shawn Smith, belong to Hanna-Barbera. Shawn belongs to me. Also, it should be noted that this story takes place before my story "Trick or Treat," and after "Surprise Visit."


It was a beautiful summer day in Jellystone Park. Yogi Bear, Boo-Boo, and the rest of Yogi's Treasure Hunters were at the park on a well-earned vacation from treasure hunting. The SS Jelly Roger had received a transmission a couple of days ago from Ranger Smith's sixteen-year-old niece, Shawn (who was the daughter of his criminal twin brother). She was bringing her friends, The Impossibles, to Jellystone Park for a much needed vacation. They had been on a whirlwind music tour that involved not only playing sold out concerts, but also catching criminals and dodging fangirls that were practically foaming at the mouth trying to get a piece of one of the boys. Fluid Man had just about had it! Lately, whenever the boys encountered a horde of screaming girls, he'd start twitching.

"I don't know about you guys," he said, once Coil Man landed the Impossi-Jet at Jellystone Park, "but I seriously need a break! I don't know if I can take much more of this!"

"I don't think it's the crime fighting that's getting to you, Fluey," Multi Man said. "I think it's the screaming teenage girls. I think a week's worth of peace and quiet will do us all some good."

"If it's peace and quiet you want, peace and quiet you'll get," Shawn said, taking Multi's hand, and leaning against him for the moment. "Uncle John said Jellystone Park was in the middle of their slow season."

"Sounds good to me," Fluey said, stretching.

The foursome saw Yogi and the gang in the distance, and walked toward them, and everyone began the obligatory introductions.

"Isn't this exciting, oh father of fathers!" Auggie Doggie exclaimed, happily. "We get to spend our vacation with my all time favorite of favorite music groups!"

"Take it easy, Auggie, my star struck son of sons," Doggie Daddy said, calmly. "After all, they're on vacation, too."

"Yeah, man!" Fluey shouted, flopping down in a nearby chair. "The last thing I want to do right now is give out any autographs. I'm exhausted! I don't need to be hounded by autograph hounds!"

Fluey then realized what he said, and then turned to Auggie, Doggie Daddy, and Huckleberry Hound.

"Uhhh, no offense meant, fellas," he said.

"None taken," Huck said.

"Don't worry about a thing, boys," Ranger Smith said. "We'll all make sure you get nothing but peace and quiet while you're here."

Unfortunately, even though it was the slow season, there were still a few tourists at the park. One particular family consisted of a father, a mother, a seven-year-old son, and a sixteen-year-old daughter. The father felt his kids were "too civilized" and decided to take the whole family on a camping trip. Of course, the daughter hated it. She and her mother were taking a walk down by the lake.

"Just look at this lake!" the mother gushed. "Isn't it beautiful?"

"No," the girl sulked. "We could've gone to Hawaii, but nooooo, Daddy just had to drag us out into the middle of nowhere!"

"But, dear, look at the lake," the mother said. "You could take a chair out here and soak up some sun. It'll be just like the beach."

"No it won't. There aren't any cute lifeguards around!"

The mother gave up, and started back for the RV, followed by her moping daughter. On the way back, the girl happened to see the Impossibles walking down one of the park's trails, and she suddenly started hyperventilating. Then, she let out an excited squeal and grabbed her mother's arm.

"Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother!" she yelled. "I need quarters! Lots and lots and lots of quarters!"

"What on earth for, dear?" the mother asked.

"I can't explain now!" the girl yelled. "I just have to make a lot of very important phone calls!"

The mother surrendered her purse and the girl dashed off to find the nearest pay phone.

The next morning, Shawn went over to the Ranger Station. Ranger Smith was already there, going through the park records to see what had been going on at the park while he was off treasure hunting with Yogi and the others.

"Morning, Uncle John!" she called.

"Good morning," Ranger Smith said, looking up. He was a little surprised to see the boys weren't with her. "Where are the boys?"

"Multi said they were going to go down to the lake," Shawn replied. "They may not get much to do much surfing, but at least they can still soak up the sun."

Ranger Smith nodded, and he was about to say something when suddenly, the two of them heard the sound of buses rolling into the park. The two of them looked out the window, and sure enough, there were at least five large charter buses entering the park.

"What in the world?" Ranger Smith asked.

"I thought you said this was the slow season," Shawn said.

"It is," Ranger Smith said. "Come on. We'd better check this out."

Both Shawn and Ranger Smith dashed out of the ranger station and into Ranger Smith's jeep. As they were driving toward the bus parking lot of the park, they could hear the sound of thundering feet, as well as frantic screaming and high pitched squealing.

"What in the world is that?" Ranger Smith shouted.

"The mating call of the American Teenage Fangirl," Shawn said. "We'd better get to the lake and quick!"

Ranger Smith put the pedal to the metal and took off toward the lake. Unfortunately, they weren't fast enough.

As the Impossibles were sitting by the late, soaking up some sun and relaxing, they heard something that sounded like thunder in the distance.

"Hey, do you fellas hear that?" Multi asked. "You think it's thunder?"

"Sounds more like a herd of stampeding water buffalo to me," Coiley said.

Suddenly, from that thunderous noise came screams and high pitched squeals.

"SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

"Oh no," Fluey groaned. "It's not a herd of stampeding water buffalo, Coiley. It's worse. It's a herd of stampeding FANGIRLS!"

And if that were their cue, at least a thousand teenage girls came around the bend, and charged for the boys, screaming, squealing, and practically foaming at the mouth. Immediately, the boys got up, and started running from them as fast as they could. They knew these types of fangirls weren't going after autographs. They were going after pieces of clothing, locks of hair, eyes, wisdom teeth, and quite possibly an arm or a leg if the boys weren't careful!

"I don't know what's more dangerous!" Coiley shouted, as the boys were running from the mob of shrieking banshees. "Facing some of the world's most diabolical crooks, or encountering rabid teenage fangirls!"

"I'd go with the fangirls," Fluey replied.