Never Smile at a Crocodile

Izzy turned on her gadgets of laptops, Ipads and wires in her bedroom. "All systems go." She had a headpiece with a microphone attached to her face. "Jen 10, can you hear me?"

"Yeah, I can hear you." Jen whispered. Her microphone was on her earpiece. This way Jen and Izzy could communicate.

"Where are you at now?" She asked. Jen heard keyboard typing in the background.

"I'm taking the bus from Downtown Disney to Fort Wilderness Campground." She said sitting in the back of the bus. When she arrived at Pioneer Hall was nightfall, about 9:30. "Ok, do you think you can get to where all those horses are? The pettign zoo." Izzy's voice said. "Yep." Jen said walking innocently to the area. "Now what?"

"River Country is right to the north, you should be able to get there easily when all eyes are on the electric water pageant."

"What about after the pageant?" Jen whispered

"I have plans, just worry about getting in there." Jen started walking into the swampy mush as soon as she heard the pageant music, it easily camouflaged her until she got into the wooded area. "Turn on you flashlight!" She turned it on. "Just so you know, some people say crocodiles come there at night."

"I know that, I brought something to protect myself."

"I didn't know you knew how to use a gun!"

"I don't." Jen whispered. "But I can use a sword."

"A Sword?" She said confused and stunned. Jen got her sword out of her backpack. It was about two-thirds the size of a baseball bat, and looked pretty unnoticeable into her huge backpack. She swished it at a bush, it cut them in two very easily.

"You took a sword on disney property?" Izzy whispered in a panicked tone.

"Well you thought I brought a gun..." They started arguing to each other while Jen was cutting into the swampy jungle.

"Stop! We need to focus Jen!"

"Truthfully, I really doubt that I'm going to run into some croc-" Jen then looked up, she was where she needed to be, by the fake rocks of the rapids, but there was an issue. A dozen crocodiles made a nest at the entrance. They didn't notice her and Jen hid again in the bushes.

"Izzy, the place is a crocodile heaven."

"How many?"

"Enough to kill me.I'm a kiddie cove"

"Well that's great." Izzy said sarcastically, typing away on her devices. "I'm looking at some old river country break ins to see if there's anything you can use. Wait a second." the typing got extremely louder, and voices started to come into the background, like three videos from youtube were being played at once.

"Do you see some old rope washed up on the beach anywhere?" Jen started looking around, there were a lot of things washed up, it almost didn't even feel like a disney water park because of the filth.

"Found it." Jen said grabbing a long piece of rope. "Any ideas?"

"I'm trying to think of something you could use as a grappling hook to climb the other side..." Her clicking keyboard was so loud you could barely her her voice.

"I could use my sword..." Jen whispered.

"Theres no way you could get that thing to stick in the ground firm enough to climb." Izzy said seriously. She didn't hear a response "Jen. Jenny? Jennifer?" The problem was, when Jen got something in her head, she was determined to do it. She tied the rope to the sword and went to the backside of the old sides. She threw her sword high enough to get to the top. She pulled the rope. It was securely in the ground.

"I did it." Was all Jen said. "All I need to do is climb up. There was a hole that drained all the water at the top somewhere, that hole should be the entrance to the utiladoor."

"Can we call it the utilahole?"

Jen started climbing up the rocky wall. It was still slippery, but she wasn't sure if that was from the water or the moist air of the swamp. She was almost there when all of the sudden, she slipped.

Jen was falling at a fast pace, she tried to grab hold of the rope. She knew that if she made a thud of falling down, if the crash didn't kill her, the crocodiles would. She finally took hold of the rope, she was down about two-thirds closer then the ground then she was before. Her hands burned from the rope, but she quickly ignored it and started climbing the slippery, mountain-like, plaster rock again.

When she got close to the top, she felt relieved and smiled. She then grabbed a hold of the sword, pulling herself fully unto the level cement. She then pulled her sword and look up. Her smiled then vanished. A crocodile was on the utilahole. And as things could get any worse, an army of angered, hungary-looking crocodiles were sleeping behind it.