This took longer to update than it should have—I have no excuse other than laziness. Incidentally, that's the same reason I split this idea into two chapters. Heh, sorry =]

This great idea was suggested by DanielleDanielle. I promise to have the second part up in less than a week!

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"You can't roast marshmallows without a fire."

"And you can't make s'mores without roasted marshmallows."

"And you can't have a camping trip without s'mores!"

The six children smushed into the tattered pup tent fretted of this conundrum in frustrated silence. They glared at Alice's upturned Barbie flashlight (their only source of light) as though the concentrated power of their stares might cause it to spontaneously combust into mallow-toasting flames.

"Maybe if we went back to the house, my mom would make'em in the oven for us," Edward suggested.

"But it's not a camping trip if you just run back into the house if you need something!" Emmett objected, "Everybody knows that."

"And besides," Alice agreed wistfully, "it just wouldn't be the same."

Another moment of discomfited silence passed before Jasper spoke up.

"I think I might have an idea," he said shyly, pulling a seriously tricked out army knife from the pocket of his G. I. Joe jammies. It just so happened that one of the extensions was a lighter.

"Awesome Jazzy," Alice gave her friend a quick, exuberant hug that tinged his cheeks with pink, "you saved the day."

"Heh," Emmett snorted, " 'Jazzy,' huh?"

This earned Emmett a death-glare from the fair-haired boy. The older child stopped his snickering because now that Jasper had the power of fire at his fingertips, he also had the jurisdiction to kick

Emmett out of the tent.

As the children set about toasting the puffy confections over Jasper's lighter, Rosalie eyed her younger brother suspiciously.

"I thought mom took that away last week."

Jasper met her gaze seriously, "You better not tattle."

Rosalie shrugged, "I'm just glad your army junk came in handy for once."

Bella and Emmett glanced at each other in a moment of mutual understanding; they were both very glad to be only children. All bad vibes dissipated, however, once all the children began munching on their freshly made s'mores.

"Hey guys," Emmett said through a goopy mouthful of marshmallow and melted chocolate, "Let's sing the Campfire Song-Song"

Without waiting for a response, Emmett launched into the first verse. For once, nobody tried to shut him up, even though he sounded like—in Rosalie's words—a tone-deaf walrus with laryngitis. In fact, but the second chorus, they'd all joined in. they finished the song in a burst of giggles, and, since it was obvious nobody was ready to sleep, pondered what to do next.

"Ooh, ooh, I know!" Alice raised her hand as through this was a classroom, rather than a little pup tent in her backyard, "We should tell scary stories!"

Bella grinned, "Emmett's pretty good at those. Maybe he should tell one."

"Well, I dunno," Emmett pretended to consider, "I don't wanna scare any of you little kiddies too bad."

"You and Rosalie are only one year older than us!" Jasper pointed out.

"And you're more in-mah-chore than everybody here," Edward added under his breath, making Bella giggle.

"Hey, I heard that!" Emmett protested.

"Just tell the story already!" Alice urged.

"Okay, okay," Emmett grabbed the flashlight and held it up to his chin. While the Barbie-flower-pring of the plastic holder detracted from the overall result, the pink-tinted lens created an unmistakably ghoulish effect as it played sanguinely over Emmett's round face.

"This," Emmett began in his creepiest voice, "is the story of the Campfire Monster."