Frank

Honestly, I wasn't really sure what to expect from our mission. I mean, they throw Jenny into the mess, and then they expect us to work just like we've know each other forever. Well, I don't have anything against her, but I know Joe like the back of my hand. I can predict his every move, which means I can save his butt that much easier. Jenny? Not so much. Let's just say I hope her butt doesn't need saving. Anyway, I sat on Jenny's bed next to Joe, while she put the disk in the player. Immediately a bunch of pictures flashed across the screen.

"Hey!" Joe cried, elated. "I remember when I used to go to summer camp. Baseball camp was the best!"

"Hush!" I shot at him, as we watched the pictures on the screen. That's right; they were of kids at summer camp.

This is Camp Rees, located in southern Georgia. It has been the scene of many terrible accidents involving the kids who attend there.

"Who would want to hurt kids at camp?" Jenny asked.

"Hush." I replied. Seriously, they both know full well that we can only watch these videos once.

The worst, by far, was an archery accident that ended up putting 9 year old Michaela White in the hospital.

"Michaela White? As in the billionaire Roger White's daughter?"

As I'm sure you have guessed by now, we at ATAC believe that this is no accident. There have been numerous other attacks on the children, such as poisonous snakes being planted in the showers, and the inflatable 'blob' in the lake being punctured with twelve children on it.

As I'm also sure you have guessed, Camp Rees is a camp for privileged children who just want to act like normal kids.

"In other words, it's a rich kid camp."

"Joe, would you please shut up?" I asked, aggravated.

You three will be posing as camp counselors at Camp Rees. Jenny, we have asked for your assistance so that we may have entry into the girls quarters, and you are the best female agent we have. You are not to go into camp knowing the Hardy's. You three will be posing as Jennifer McCoy, Frank Dready, and Joe Griswold. As usual, this disk will reformat itself in 5 seconds.

"Summer camp killer?" Joe asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, cool! I've always wanted to be a summer camp counselor!" Jenny squealed. And I mean squealed. I will never understand girls.

"Well, I guess we better think up something to tell Mom and Aunt Trudy." I threw out, bringing them back to reality.

"What do you mean?" Jenny asked, tilting her head.

"I mean, so they don't find out we're actually investigating this thing." I replied. Duh.

"So… wait, your parents don't know?" She asked, genuinely confused.

"Yours do?" Joe shot back.

"Well, yeah, I mean I can't keep anything from my Dad. He's a lawyer- he knows when I'm lying. I figured why not tell Mom too, you know? It's important for them to be a part of my life, agent or not. Plus, Mom always gives me ice cream after a case."

"Huh. Wasn't expecting that. Anyway, Joe and I will go think up an excuse, and I guess we'll meet you at Camp Rees." I said with a shrug.

"Will do. And don't forget your sun screen!" she cried back gleefully.

Joe

We went with the most obvious excuse ever. I mean, I can't believe Frank made such a big deal out of coming up with one! I mean, hello-its summer. We're camp counselors. DUH!

Anyway, I'm moving on. We borrowed mom's car, because we figured we'd be better camp counselors if we didn't ride motorcycles and stuff. So, as you can imagine, we were extremely surprised when Jenny came roaring up into Camp Rees with a top of the line hog. She grinned and dismounted as she saw us.

"Hey guys. What are your names?" I forgot that she wasn't supposed to know us yet. Man! I am so jealous! She has a cool bike; she gets to sound all cool while I stand here going uhhhhhhh.

"Joe. Joe Griswold." I said, finally regaining my senses. "And I'm green with envy. I figured it would be a good idea not to bring the bikes."

"Yeah, well, I just can't part with my baby." Jenny replied, stroking the bike.

"Oh good, you three are getting to know each other. You must be my new counselors. I'm Momma Bear." A woman called coming up to us. Looking at her and Jenny, I was feeling kinda out of place.

For example-Jenny was dressed in jean shorts, a yellow Star Trek tee shirt, and a pair of black combat boots. Her hair was in a long blonde braid down her back, she wore a pair of sunglasses hiding her eyes, and a red pirate style bandanna on her head.

Momma Bear was wearing an oversized blue camp tee shirt, and white jean shorts. Hear hair was up in a pony-tail, and she also had sunglasses. She wore a large gardening style hat, and had pretty sturdy tennis shoes.

Now look at Frank and me. He's in a striped polo, and I'm in a muscle-shirt. We're both wearing jeans, and we both have on converse. No sunglasses, no headgear.

Uh-oh.

Momma Bear seemed to share my sentiment. (Hey look Frank-SAT word of the day!)

Frank

I'm so proud.

Joe

You should be. Anyway, she turned to us and asked "Have you boys ever been camping before?"

We had to answer no. I blame Frank. So then we got this long discussion from Momma Bear and Jenny about why they wear hats (in case of ticks) and why your hair should always be back (in case you have to go into the fire ring) and all sorts of other summer camp issues. I mean, Frank and I had wilderness survival training with ATAC, but this was just plain different.

How hard can it be, right?

"Well, first off, you need camp names." Momma Bear declared, looking us over. "We use camp names to distinguish between the campers and the councilors. If we have an emergency and someone needs Joe, for example, there could be four or five Joe's but only one Ice Cream, for example."

"Ooh! I call Skates! Spelled with an 8" Jenny elaborated.

"Joe should be Chips." Frank said, smirking. "Like Mint chips."

"Really?" I grumbled as Jenny giggled. "Fine. Frank should be Bookworm."

"Do you three know each other?" Momma Bear asked, and Jenny shook her head.

"Just met these two. Momma Bear, am I gonna be working with the kids? I'm so excited! You know, I absolutely adore kids. I took a training course a few years ago. I'm CPR certified too."

"You certainly are. Sk8s, you are going to be staffing the Capote girls. Bookworm, I want you with the Agarita boys. And Chips? You're on kitchen staff. Let's get going people, the kids are coming."

Hah. Forget the British, The kiddies are coming, the kiddies are coming.

THE KIDDIES ARE COMING!

Wait, kitchen staff?