I am really, really sorry for such a long wait. I've been working on my other story, 6th year, which is a Harry Potter fanfic, and I almost forgot about this! Forgive me, I beg of you!

Disclaimer: Don't Own Holes, Don't Claim too. Got it? Good.

"Got the lizard?" Squid whispered, as I stood before them with a bag.

"Of course. Now, who's got the rope?" Ratchet held up a thick rope that we would use to suspend the yellow spotted lizard so that it wouldn't actually kill anyone… If it was alive, which it wasn't.

"Alright… A tent here we come." Magnet stated. It was around 12 at night… pitch black and perfect!

"Yeah, yeah. Let's just try not to get caught… I don't want the aliens coming after me." Zigzag mumbled. I felt bad for my little Paranoid Ziggy.

So, from our magically awesome D-Tent, we tip-toed (yes, I said tip-toed) and finally reached A tent. Carefully, I tied the rope around the lizard… It was a very creepy dead one, and we went to the back of the tent, where there was a very small, almost unnoticeable hole that we could easily put the lizard through. We slipped it through, and started making hissing noises, trying ever so hard to not crack up laughing as Lump flipped out.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! It's a yellow spotted lizard! Help me!" He squealed in a very high-pitched voice. We heard a thud and a crash, as Lump began to stumble outside with his tent.

"Shit!" I muttered as we maneuvered around the back, me carrying our dead lizard carcass. We heard Lump yelling at Mr. Sir, commanding him to come save him from the lizard. I fell backwards on my cot, my breath coming in short as I laughed harder than I ever had. The rest of my friends seemed to be experiencing similar side effects, not to mention Zigzag having to hold onto Ratchet to not pass out. They looked kind of cute together… Ever the eccentric ones.

"That… was… absolutely… amazing!" Squid squeezed the words in between laughing.

"I… know." I responded, trying to stop laughing so I could catch my breath. About 5 minutes later, our tent stopped laughing… until we heard the commotion down at A tent.

"There's nothing here, you sacks of worthless crap! You woke me up now so that I could see that nothing was here?!" Mr. Sir hollered. We heard a muffled answer from Lump.

"Mr. Sir, I swear to God it was hanging above my bed!"

"No, I bet you were dreaming. Don't test me boy." Magnet was the first to start laughing, and then it progressed, until all of us, including Caveman, were laughing until we were crying.

"But… … I swear, it was right here!"

"No, it wasn't! Do you want me to get the Warden? Waking me up in the middle of the night… I should be asleep right now! But, no, I have to be woken up by your pansy ass!" Mr. Sir then stormed past our tent, and then we saw it… Duck boxers and a pink tee-shirt. I mean, Mr. P I can understand, but Mr. Tough-Ass? Never would've thought it! And that night I swear to God I died from laughing.

(Next Day)

"Ducky boxers… Ducky Boxers!" Squid exclaimed after digging the next day.

"Yes, Ducky Boxers! You didn't see them?" I told him as we sat on the couch in the Wreck-Room.

"Of course I saw them! How can I miss them?" I laughed at that shocked look on his face.

"I don't know, Squid. You're you. You miss a lot. But, then again, so do I."

"Yeah… You do. And I do too. Trust me; we're not the most observant couple in the world." He chuckled softly and he played with my hair.

"You know, I never thought I'd get a boy friend in a detention facility." I kissed him softly, and then he deepened the kiss. I can honestly say I didn't even hear the whistles around me. When I started to notice them, I didn't stop kissing Squid… I did, however, start French kissing him. Well, actually, he started French kissing me.

"Spare us! Either that or get a room!" Ratchet said. I flipped her off and continued kissing him, that is, until I actually had to breathe.

"Curse you oxygen…" I mumbled my forehead against his.

"Amen to that. Say, in about 30 seconds, do you want to kiss right next to Ratchet?"

"Mmmhmm."

And that's what we did. We had a very passionate make-out session right next Ratchet, and we heard her telling us to get away from her. Nah, we didn't listen. When we stopped, it was dinner time.

"And that's how you creep out Ratchet…" Squid muttered and took my hand.