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From here on out, things should really get interesting

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"I'm telling you Drake, you can't just put lettuce in a burrito," Casey said.

"And why not?" Drake snapped. "You don't seem to mind when they put it in a taco".

The two brothers were at the Santa Monica pier having another one of their trademark arguments. After the summer where they had to return from camp prematurely, the two arguing about something at the start of vacation had become a commonplace event. Their parents tried for years to get them to stop, but they had long since given up and now just hope they would grow out of it. This summer, they were arguing about whether you can put lettuce in a burrito.

"Because a taco can assimilate anything you put into it," Casey countered. "However, a burrito's authentic. It's the Jimmy Rollins of Mexican cuisine".

"You're full of it, you know that?" Drake retorted. "That is the worst comeback you've ever had, and you have had some doozies-?"

Suddenly, their attention was diverted by the creepiest thing they ever saw. Hanging from a noose strung on a lamp post was what appeared to be a water damaged paper-mache clown. What really set them off, however, was how familiar it was to them.

"What the-" Drake gawked. "Casey, isn't that…?"

"Yeah, it's my Rick Astley piñata," Casey muttered.

"Rick Astley?" Drake snapped. "That's what that thing was supposed to be?"

"Hey, you sound like the judges dude," Casey retorted. "You can clearly tell it looks like him".

"That's not the big issue right now," Drake said. "What's it even doing here? I thought you said you got rid of it years ago".

"You got me," Casey said. "It was an embarrassment just making it in the first place".

"I had it begged down between Jordan Rogers and Reggie Whitmore," a random voice said.

It was only by the person talking that the brothers even noticed that someone was standing there reading a newspaper. It was also when he lowered the newspaper that they recognized the polo wearing face in front of them.

"Jason Cunningham?!" Drake gawked.

"Killer Bee!" Jason laughed. "What's up?!"

After doing their old childhood high five, the two friends quickly hugged. Casey, on the other hand, was far less interested in getting involved in the reunion. When his brother passed the mantle of leader of his prank group to him, he had told the members that Jason had been a childhood incident gone wrong and to never get involved with him. Now that he was back in his life, Casey had a gut feeling that whatever was about to happen, he wasn't going to like it one bit.

"Oh man, I haven't seen you in years," Drake said. "What have you been up to?"

"Oh not much," Jason said. "Just been hanging around the old stomping grounds lately. How's it going, Casey?"

"Cunningham," Casey muttered.

"Oh come on, are you still sore about that piñata thing?" Jason laughed.

"Shut up, Jason," Casey snapped. "Why is that even hanging there? Kids pass through this place all the time".

"I'm sorry," Jason said. "The timing was too good to resist. My friends and I found it when we were drudging out the lake".

"Wait, you went back to Camp Tikihana?" Casey asked.

"Yeah, I went back… and I bought it," Jason said. "The camp re-opens at the end of the month. I couldn't be happier".

"That's great," Drake said.

"I know, right?" Jason laughed. "Let's walk".

After unhooking the piñata from the lamp, Drake and Jason made their way down to the beach. Casey, after grumbling about how stupid this was, quickly followed behind them.

"Hey, clear something up for me," Drake said. "It's ok to put lettuce in a taco, so it's ok to put it in a burrito, right?"

"Oh no," Casey said. "He's not getting involved in this. He can't just leave, come back, and everything will go back to the way it was. And more to the point, what are you doing here Cunningham? Somehow, I doubt you came all this way just to gloat about how Friday the 13th is your new life plan".

Casey knew he had this won when he saw Jason visibly flinch. He and Drake stopped walking and looked right at him. From the look on his face, they could tell he was having a hard time deciding what to do.

"All right, look," he said. "You two are the only guys I've ever kept in contact with when the camp closed down, so you're the only ones I can trust with this. I need your help. We're sorta… missing a counselor".

"Wait a minute, how could you be sorta missing a counselor?" Casey gawked.

"Look, I know what you're thinking and there's probably a million different theories as to what happened," Jason said. "Her name's Annie. She's not much of a social person and she hardly ever tells us if she goes somewhere".

"Wow," Casey said. "Uh, no offense, but I think this is a job for the police".

"Are you out of your mind?" Jason gawked. "If I go to the police, the old camp murder stories will start up again and I'll be dead in the water before I even open".

Despite Jason's pleas to get them to help, Casey still wasn't exactly convinced. He has spent several years relishing in the fact that Jason's parents had moved away months after that disasterous day at the camp. He had even gloated several times to his and Drake's kliq of friends that he had been the one that had chased him away. If he accepted this, there was no way they would ever let him live it down.

"Look, I poured 15 grand into this thing, okay," Jason said. "It's all I've got".

"I bet it is," Casey said. "Well, sorry to disappoint you, but my gut says no… in THX".

"Oh, come on Casey," Drake snapped. "If you're not gonna do it for your old camp, or for a friend in dire need, than do it for the kids".

Casey always hated when Drake did that. Whenever Casey tried to talk his way out of something he knew he didn't like, Drake would always find some way to guilt trip him into doing it. If he managed to get out of this in one piece, he was so going to find some way to get back at him for this.

"All right," Casey groaned.

"Great," Jason said. "Meet me in front of the main cabin tomorrow".

Well, this is as good a place as any for a cliffhanger

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