Later that night, there was a fire and everyone was roasting hot dogs and marshmallows.

"Who wants to hear a ghost story?" Penn smirked.

"I'm good, thanks." Cindy said.

"You don't mind, do you?" Wendy asked as she sat in Mike's lap.

"Uh, of course not." Mike replied nervously.

Cindy hummed as she roasted a marshmallow, then blew the flames off and ate it. "Mm, gooey~"

Penn did the same but yelped. "Wah! I burnt my tongue."

"Eats fire for magic trick, Burns tongue on marshmallow." Cindy teased.

"Remember the last time we went camping, and Jo told a scary story, and it scared Cindy for a week?" Eddy laughed.

"Scared you too." Cindy defended.

"Dang it." Eddy groaned as he was exposed like that.

"I know a scary story..." Cindy said. "Once upon a time, Donald Trump ran for president, The End."

"Boooring..." Penn rolled his eyes.

"Lame to the max." Jo added.

"It... It was a joke..." Cindy said.

"Leave the story to me," Penn said as he had a story in mind. "Okay, once, there was a girl named Ellie, and everyone thought she was a very nice, quiet girl."

Cindy soon gulped nervously.

Penn sighed. "What?"

"Nothing, continue." Cindy told him.

"Thanks..." Penn said. "Now anyway, this girl, Ellie..."

"I know I'm not gonna like this." Cindy said.

"Everyone thought she was a normal girl, but at night, she would be a killer." Penn continued.

Autumn and Jessie soon both hugged Jo and Sky in fright.

Cindy shivered nervously. "I have to go to the bathroom!"

"HOLD IT!" Penn snapped.

'I'm scared.' Autumn told Jo.

"Don't worry, there's more," Penn continued anyway. "Anyway, she killed her own parents, bullies had their blood splattered, bones were cracked," he then came closer to Autumn and Jessie. "Major organs appeared outside of their bodies, and she even killed little children, just... Like... YOU!"

"Penn, I gotta go to the bathroom," Cindy groaned. "Really bad!"

"Ugh... Go then, ya big baby." Penn rolled his eyes.

Cindy went to the bathroom.


Ten minutes later...

Cindy soon came back to listen to the end of Penn's story.

"And she was never seen again." Penn soon finished.

"Ooh, spooky..." Sky rolled her eyes.

Cindy yawned as it was getting late.

"I could tell a better story than that." Jo scoffed.

"We better get some sleep," Mike suggested. "Wendy, Little Debbie, you guys can sleep with me."

Wendy and Little Debbie cheered to that.

"Okay, everyone, let's get some sleep." Mike said.

Everyone then went to their tents to get some sleep, Cindy was on her way to a tent until Penn grabbed her and picked her up. Roselle snapped her fingers and a tent made up of leaves appeared, and she went in there to sleep.

"That was cool..." Penn chuckled about Roselle's ability.

"Where are we going to sleep?" Cindy asked.

"My van of course." Penn said.

Cindy narrowed her eyes. "It's always been a dream of mine to sleep in a van with a grown man."

"It's more comfortable." Penn told her as he let her sleep in his van.

"Thanks for letting me sleep here, Mike." Little Debbie smiled shyly.

"It's no problem." Mike replied.

Wendy then giggled as she seductively unzipped her dress. Mike yawned and turned over to sleep. Wendy and Little Debbie then cuddled with Mike in their sleep.

"Hey, Wendy?" Little Debbie called to her best friend.

"Yeah?" Wendy replied.

"D-Do you think that the other mascots are okay?" Little Debbie asked nervously before sniffling. "I mean... Look at what happened to Gidget: The Taco Bell Dog..."

"Hey, don't worry," Wendy soothed her. "Everything is going to be fine, we all miss him, but we aren't going to end up like him."

Little Debbie soon started to cry softly. Mike seemed to hug the two in her sleep which made them smile and blush.

Cindy was in the middle of the floor and shivering in her sleep as she was cold. Penn then covered her up with a blanket and Cindy smiled as she went back to sleep.


The next morning soon came, and since they were camping, it was an early one. Mike woke to see the two mascot girls hugging her chest and she noticed Little Debbie's face was wet as if she had been crying.

Mike yawned and stretched. "You okay, Debbie?"

Little Debbie woke up. Unlike her friend, Wendy who was a heavy sleeper, Debbie was a light sleeper. "Y-Y-Yeah, I'm okay." she then softly told the tomboy.

"Are you sure?" Mike asked, concerned.

'Uh-huh." Little Debbie sniffed.


"Cindy? Cindy!" Penn called. "Wake up!"

Cindy groaned and sat up.

"Come on, we're going on a hike today." Penn smiled.

"Have fun..." Cindy went to go back to sleep.

Penn soon tickled the bottom of her feet to wake her up.

Cindy giggled and wiggled. "Quit it! I'm up! I'm up!"


Meanwhile, Mike was getting dressed and noticed that Wendy was still sleeping. "Can you tell me why you were crying last night?" she then asked Little Debbie.

"Oh, I just had a terrible dream last night." Little Debbie said.

"What was it about?" Mike asked.

"It was these masked people," Little Debbie explained with tears coming into her eyes. "They went and killed us, and even you! I was so scared..."

"You don't have to be scared..." Mike took her hand. "Come on, let's give you a nice clean shower."

Little Debbie clung to Mike as they went to the tree that had a shower head on it.

"Showers always make me feel better." Mike soothed.

"Uh, I just hope that you don't mind about me getting undressed in front of you." Little Debbie said as she unzipped her dress.

"It's fine." Mike promised while taking off her shirt.

"Um... Could you help me unhook my bra?" Little Debbie asked as she heavily blushed at the sight of Mike without a shirt on.

"Turn around." Mike said.

Little Debbie turned around.

"You seem a lot younger than you are," Mike chuckled as she unhooked the bra. "You don't seem like a bra wearer to me."

"Well, I had no choice," Little Debbie shrugge like it was obvious. "I mean, my chest was developing, and Wendy helped me out with the situation."

"How old are you anyway?" Mike asked. "I thought you were like eight or nine."

"I'm actually 12-years-old." Little Debbie admitted.

"Really?" Mike asked.

"I think it's because of these clothes, I look younger than I actually am..." Little Debbie said.

"That makes sense," Mike replied. "Have you always wanted to be a mascot?"

"Actually, my mom pushed me," Little Debbie explained. "She wanted to be rich, so she had me audition to become a mascot."

"Sounds like you have a pageant mom like on that old show, Toddlers and Tiaras." Mike frowned.

"I just wanna make her happy, and I want her to love me." Little Debbie frowned back.

"What does your dad say?" Mike asked.

"My dad always tells me it's my choice to be who I want to be," Little Debbie explained. "My mom wasn't always like this, but it was until I got the acceptance letter for mascot school."

"Mascot School?" Mike asked.

"We all go to a school called Mascot Prep." Little Debbie said.

"Oh, yeah, I've heard of that..." Mike said. "I heard Pepe Le Pew's nieces go there."

"That's how I also met Wendy," Little Debbie sighed softly. "We became best friends ever since."

"Well, at least you found Wendy..." Mike said and then took out a brush. "Back brush?"

"Sure," Little Debbie replied. "Say, if you're a girl, how come you don't wear a bra?"

"They were never for me, besides, it's not a good look for me." Mike replied as she pointed to her muscular built.

"You must've been working out a lot to get built like that." Little Debbie commented.

"You have no idea." Mike replied.

"Can I-" Little Debbie was about to ask only to be interrupted by a certain jockette.

"Oh, what's this, Mazinsky?" Jo asked. "Showering with your girlfriend? That's cool."

"Jo, seriously, why are you watching us?" Mike complained as she covered herself and Little Debbie. "Why don't you take a shower with your own girlfriend?"

"That's the plan," Jo replied. "The princess is waiting for her prince inside of the shower."

"Oh, brother." Mike rolled her eyes.

"Hey, Mike," Little Debbie asked. "Could you do my back?"

"Uh, sure, Debbie..." Mike smiled nervously to the bakery girl.

"Thanks, Mike, you're the best." Little Debbie said.

"I try." Mike nodded.

Little Debbie smiled brightly as Mike scrubbed her back for her.

"So, what brings you guys into the forest?" Mike asked, referring to her and Wendy.

"Actually, we need your help, please," Little Debbie replied. "The mascots have gone missing, and we don't know what happened to them."

"The mascots have gone missing?" Mike asked.

"Yes, and we don't know where they could be." Little Debbie frowned.

"That's weird..." Mike said. "Not even in your school?"

"There are students there, yes, but our teachers aren't." Little Debbie explained.

"That's weird..." Mike commented. "I guess I have to do a little detective work."

"You're a detective?" Little Debbie asked.

"No, it's just an expression." Mike told her.

"Oh... Okay." Little Debbie stated.

"I mean, I have experience as a detective, but don't worry, I'll save your friends." Mike promised.

"Thank you, Mike, you're the best." Little Debbie smiled.

"Aw, come on, I'm not the best." Mike smiled back to her.

"Yes, you are," Little Debbie nodded. "I wish that other people could be like you."

"I hear that." Mike said as she finished scrubbing.

"Ah... That feels better..." Little Debbie sighed. "I hope the others are okay, but it's good to get out of the city once in a while. Especially after JonTron on YouTube reviewed that horrible movie about us."

"And we will rescue them," Mike promised. "No matter what happens."

"Oh, Mike, I'm so glad we ran into you, I don't know who else we could've turned to~" Little Debbie beamed.

Mike gave a polite smile to Little Debbie.


The two girls then got dressed after their shower. When they were getting ready, they saw that Wendy was awake and was soon putting her hair into her trademark pigtails. Little Debbie brushed her hair down before curling it for her hat.

"So, you're gonna help us, Mike?" Wendy asked.

"You betcha I am." Mike nodded.

"I told you Mike was amazing." Little Debbie smiled.

"No, Debbie, I told you." Wendy told her best friend.

The two seemed to glare at each other before giggling and then hugging each other since they were best friends.

"At least they don't squeal like Katie and Sadie do." Mike muttered to herself.