A/N: The two skits in this part are skits done when I was a kid in camp, and they always got rave reviews!
Chapter 11
Ben waited for the campers to settle in with their counselors, jumped quietly off of the front porch and made his way to where the mess hall stood, lights still on in the building. He tossed a wink over his shoulder at those who were at the edge of the campfire ring and pulled the door to the kitchen open, emerging a few moments later, with three of the lunch staff in tow, carrying trays piled with cookies and brownies.
"Who wants treats?" Ben shouted and the kids whooped in excitment.
"Sugar and seven year olds this late in the evening don't mix well." Spoke one of the female counselors from Dean's right.
"Looks like lights out will come late tonight." Another counselor mused and Dean chuckled softly.
The oldest Winchester turned to where his brother was taking a brownie from the tray that Ben held.
"So Sam, I hear you have a story to tell the kids?" Ben questioned.
"So it's been said." Sam shot a glance at his brother, who reached over, gathered a few of the sweets from the tray and shoved the edge of a cookie into his mouth.
"What kind of story are you gonna tell?" Ben questioned.
"I don't know yet." Sam stated.
"Well, there are some suggestions in your counselor binder if you need a hint." Ben replied.
"Thanks, I'll take a look." Sam smiled.
"Dude, we've got so many stories, why would you need to ask a book?" Dean wondered.
"Don't you think they're a little to intense for an elementary kid?" Sam asked.
"Sure, but I'm sure you and your college brain can tone down the violence a bit." Dean smiled.
"I'll see what I can do." Sam replied with a smirk.
"Everybody got a treat?" Ben shouted. The campers nodded and some even held up their sweet.
"Good, there are extras up here if anyone wants them, I'll send a couple counselors around with them once the stories start. But first, we've got a couple of skits for ya. Can the counselors for the first skit go and get ready?" Ben questioned and two male counselors got to their feet and vanished inside the chief's cabin.
"While we're waiting for Greg and Brett to get ready, how about we play a little game. We don't want any rain to cramp our style, do we?" Ben asked.
"No!" The campers shouted.
"What was that? I couldn't quite hear you, say it again." Ben called.
"No!"
"No what? What don't we want to ruin our fun?" Ben asked.
"Rain!" The camp called.
"Didn't think so, so let's make our own rain! Sound good?" Ben asked.
"Yeah!" Came the shouts.
"Okay then, you start out by slapping your legs very gently and slowly." Ben bent forward and tapped his tan shorts slowly.
"Then you go faster." He hit his legs harder.
"Join in whenever!" Ben called and soon the sounds of hands hitting legs echoed throughout the camp.
"A bit harder!"
The sound increased.
"Harder still!"
"And finally, hit your legs as hard and fast as you can!" Ben shouted and began to steadily drum on his shorts.
"Keep going! Add in some thunder!" Ben shouted and children began to yell 'boom!' or 'crash!'
"Okay, the rain's slowing down, the thunder stopped. The rain gets slower." Ben eased off on the force he was using.
"Slower still."
"Now it's just barely sprinkling!" The sounds died away slowly.
"And finally, it stops." Ben said in a stage whisper. He ceased hitting his legs and the camp followed suit, giving the chief their undivided attention.
"Good job camp! You guys ready?" Ben called to the open door of the cabin.
"All ready!" Called one of the counselors.
"Great!" Ben grabbed a skipping rope from the railing of the stairs and gently lay it out across the front porch, winking at the camp.
" Okay! C'mon out!" Ben said and jumped from the porch to stand next to the stairs.
One of the counselors came out wearing a sparkly blue top hat and a green suit coat, holding an umbrella in one hand, while the other came out in similar dress, but held a roll of masking tape in his hand.
The counselor with the umbrella held up his hands.
"Ladies and gentlemen! Come on now, hush up! Thanks a bunch! Tonight, Greg and I have a very special treat for you guys, don't we Greg?" The first counselor asked.
"You betcha Brett!" The other counselor replied.
"Guess what camp!" Brett yelled.
"What!" The campers responded.
"This treat is even better than the cookies and brownies! That's right! Even better! We, through our very trusty contacts in other parts of the world, managed to get our hands on some very rare dancing zebras from Austria! For your viewing pleasure here they..." Brett started before Greg jumped in.
"No, no, no, no! We can't bring them out." Greg said.
"What? Why not?"
"Look, there's a hazard." Greg pointed to the skipping rope and some of the campers giggled.
"You're right. That's a problem. That's a big problem. We don't want our Austrian dancing zebras to trip and break a hoof!"
"It's okay! I can fix it!" Greg exclaimed.
"Really? How?"
"With this!" Greg held up the tape.
"You're brilliant, Greg! Here, gimme that, I'll tape it down." Brett said.
"No, no. I can do it, Brett."
"Go for it then." Brett motioned to the skipping rope.
"Right. Just let me..." Greg pulled a large piece of tape from the roll and got it twisted around his hands. "Oh, wait..."
"What now?"
"Um, little problem here." Greg held up his hands, the roll of tape dangling from them. The campers laughed.
Brett Sighed. "You're an idiot, give it here, I'll do it myself." Brett pulled the tape from Greg and 'accidentally' got it tangled around the already bound counselor's shoulders and neck.
"Stop it, you're wasting it!" Greg exclaimed. He grabbed the roll of tape back, tangling Brett up in it and he tried to slowly roll some of it back on the holder.
"Give me that! You can't wind it back up!" Brett snatched the tape back and got it tangled around Greg and himself even further.
The campers were laughing openly at the silly antics of the counselors on stage.
"Give it back, I can fix it!" Greg yelled and pulled the tape back, getting the two of them even more tangled up.
Finally Brett sighed in annoyance. "ENOUGH!!!!!" He ripped the tape off of his clothing. "YOU"VE RUINED THE ENTIRE SKIT!!!!!" He wound the remainder of the tape around Greg and stormed off stage, the campers hooting with laughter behind him.
"No! Brett, wait! I swear I can fix this! I can save the show and then...then we can bring out the zebras and they can dance!!!" He hurried after Brett, who tossed the empty roll back at Greg.
Ben climbed back on stage and knelt to gather the skipping rope.
"I guess nobody thought to tell them that they could just pick the rope up and move it." The camp chief grinned and tossed the rope aside.
The young campers were in stitches and many of the counselors were grinning in amusement. It was always fun to see other counselors make fools out of themselves.
Greg and Brett came back on stage and Brett used an exaggerated movement to peel a clinging piece of tape from Greg's shirt. The two men bowed and the campers clapped.
"Okay, next one's short, you ready?" Ben asked.
"Yeah!" The shouts echoed from all around the fire that crackled in the centre of the benches surrounding it, on which campers were turned the opposite way to see the porch.
"Good! Lynn, you ready?" Ben asked.
"All ready!" A brunette counselor called and made her way through the crowd.
She took a seat on the edge of the porch and watched the campers closely.
"I'm gonna tell you a scary story, listen close so you don't miss anything! There was a woman working alone, late one night. She turned on the radio to hear the news. It talked about, baseball, schools and an escaped convict." Lynn stopped.
"The man is a deranged killer, armed and VERY dangerous. He escaped jail by using a baseball bat on the guards. He walks with a limp and can be heard dragging one foot. Be on the look out!" Came a voice from the crowd, one of the male counselors.
"Still listening?" Lynn asked. Campers nodded.
"Good, listen extra close to this part. The woman turned off the radio and the lights in the office and walked outside alone. As she walked toward her car she could hear footsteps following her. Step, draaaag, step, draaaaag, step, draaaaag. She was scared and hurried to her car, the footsteps came closer. In panic, the woman reached out to open her car door, but found that it wouldn't open! It was stuck. She was trapped! She turned around, afraid of what she would see and..."
"Aaaaaargh!!!!! Grrrr!!!!! Roar!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aaaargh!!!!!" The camp chief ran from behind the campers, waving a bat over his head and every single camper screamed at the noise.
Jamie grabbed Sam's shirt and huddled closer to him and Bryce grabbed onto Dean and screamed. The brothers, although a bit surprised by the actions of the boys, grinned at each other and laughed along with the other counselors and now many of the campers when they realized that the bat wielding man was Ben, wearing a satisfied grin on his face for making the campers jump.
When the campers had recovered, Ben took his place on the porch once again.
"Who wants to hear stories?" Ben asked. All campers raised their hands eagerly.
"Okay then, what kind of stories do you wanna hear?" Ben called.
"Scary ones!!!" Came the screams from most of the campers. Some looked a bit nervous, but they were more than willing to listen to the tales.
"First up, Sam's gonna tell us a story. Ready?" Ben asked the youngest brother.
"Um, sure." Sam replied. He stood up.
"Hay, Sammy, nothing too scary, the kiddies won't be able to handle it." Dean smirked.
"Got it." Sam smiled and took a seat on the porch.
"What happened to your face?" Called one of the female campers.
"He got in a fight with a sailboat. The boat won." Dean answered with a grin.
"Ouch." The girl said.
"You better believe it! His nose was bleeding and everything!" Jamie shouted.
"Ewww!" The girl squealed.
"Okay, how about a story?" Sam asked, trying to change the topic.
"Yeah!" Yelled the campers.
"You want a scary one?" Sam asked.
"Yep!"
"You sure?" Sam questioned.
"Yeah!"
"Okay then." Sam replied.
A/N: Okay, story comes next chapter, I didn't want to make this part overly long, but I thought the skits were great fun. I promise more action and brother ouchies will be coming up, I swear!
