The Next Morning

"Fire!" Tum Tum Yelled.

Rocky woke up in a sweat. There was smoke everywhere, and he began coughing Uncontrollably. "What's going on, Tum?" He yelled at his brother.

"Did I stutter?! There's a FIRE in the cabin! RUN!"

Rocky scanned the cabin, there was a fire surrounding him, and Tum Tum was desperately looking for any place to get out. Currently, he was pulling at the front door, which was apparently locked from the other side. "That's weird," Rocky thought. Looking over to his right, he shook Colt awake.

"Colt, wake up! The cabin's on fire!"

"What?"

"Did I stutter?! Wake the shit up!"

Colt jumped from his covers to be greeted by a large fire at the foot of his bed which had burnt the end of his socks. "What the heck? Where's grandpa! What's going on!?"

All three kids dashed to the main floor of the cabin and looked for their grandfather in his bedroom but he was nowhere to be found. They ran and tried the back door, which was also locked from the outside! Flames started bursting out from under the cabinetry and around the windows, creeping in on the three brothers, who began backing up to one another in the living room.

"What are we going to do? The fridge just burnt to a crisp!" Tum Tum wailed.

"Forget the refrigerator, Tum! We have to get out of here!" Colt replied, while thinking feverishly. After nervously eyeing the windows. Can we break one to get out? He thought to himself, then he remembered his grandpa's lesson from the day before. "Hey guys," he started, "We have to work together to get out of here!"

"What are we going to work together with? We're trapped in here!" Rocky interjected.

"I don't know, but we have to remember Grandpa's lesson from yesterday!" Colt replied.

Rocky furrowed his brow. "You're right!" he said, "I have an idea. Colt! Get the termite poison from under the sink! Tum! Get the Lax-Go from the bathroom! I'll gather all the tomatoes in the kitchen I can find!"

"What are we going to do with that, Rock?" Colt asked.

"Just trust me."

Each ran to the areas they were instructed to get their items; Colt burnt his left hand opening up the under-sink cabinet which was on fire by that time. Tum Tum almost died of smoke inhalation from scrounging in the bathroom for the laxatives. He would have been out of there with no issues, but he slipped on a bunch of chopped up onions that for some reason were left on the bathroom floor.

Finally, they all met in the kitchen with Rocky, who was again holding an armful of tomatoes and standing over a bowl in the middle of the fiery, smoke covered living room.

"Okay everyone dump your stuff in this bowl, and we'll mix it up!" Rocky commanded. Although Colt and TumTum shared a questioning look, they followed their brother's orders. Rocky dropped all the tomatoes, Colt sprayed the entire can of insecticide, and Tum Tum emptied the bottle of laxatives into the container. The mixture smelled and looked terrible.

"I sure hope you know what you're doing," Tum Tum Complained while Rocky kicked out a leg from the chair next to him and handed it to Colt to use to start mixing. Within a few minutes the mash had been mixed and the boys were running out of oxygen in the cabin.

Rocky turned to Tum Tum and handed him a funnel he had grabbed from earlier. "Tum Tum, put this in your mouth, we're going to have to feed you the laxo-mato-cide here!"

"WHAT?" Tum Tum objected.

"Trust me!" Rocky pleaded.

"No! I won't do it! Grandpa gave me the shits yesterday with this stuff, and why would I eat bug spray?! I'll probably freaking die!" Tum screamed back. He got up to try and scramble away but his brothers held him down and forced the funnel in his mouth. In a few moments, the chunky tomatoes, bitter termite killer, and creamy laxatives slid down the youngest brother's throat. After about five minutes the mixture was completely gone.

"There Tum, that wasn't any worse than dog poop, right?" Colt laughed.

"I don't feel so good…" Tum Tum held his stomach as he lay on the ground. At that moment, the phone rang in the kitchen.

"That must be Grandpa congratulating us for passing the test!" Rocky yelped, running over to the phone, picking it off the hook and putting it to his ear.

"Hullo?" Rocky asked.

"Hello Boys!" Grandpa's voice cracked over the phone.

Rocky cupped the receiver in his palm and yelled out to his brothers, "It's Grandpa! I knew it was him!"

"How are you boys feeling today?"

"Okay grandpa," Rocky pleaded, "We did what you taught us, and we're ready to get out of the cabin, how do we get out of here!"

"What makes you think you're supposed to get out?"

"Well we used everything around us to work together and calmly find a solution, so we passed, right?"

"What exactly did you do?"

"We fed Tum Tum your secret laxo-mato-cide formula!"

Grandpa paused. "I see. Rocky. Look over at Tum Tum, is he even moving?" Rocky swivelled his head over to the living room to see his brother laying on the ground unmoving with flies buzzing around his body.

"Well that's not really important right now, Grampy, TELL ME HOW WE GET OUT!"

"You don't. You boys were complete turdlets the other day, and you will die here today in this cabin. This is my final test, and I have passed by killing you spoiled brats."

Click. Rocky felt a wave of dread wash over him as he hung up the phone on the burning hook and realized they weren't going to get out of the cabin alive.

"Guys, I don't know what to tell you, there's no way out," Rocky said, dejected.

"What the heck does that mean? You're telling me grandpa set this up to kill us? What the hell was all that stupid shit we mixed for, Rocky?!" Colt asked. Rocky just dropped his head and said nothing.

Colt panicked, and thought to himself for a moment before having a brilliant idea strike him. "Wait, there's ONE way we can get out of here alive. It won't be easy and we have to work together, but we just may make it!"

"What is it?" Rocky asked.

Colt started to open his mouth but was interrupted by Tum Tum, who was stirring nearby his legs.

"Guys, I don't feel so good," Tum Tum complained while starting to get up from the floor, "And I FEEL A MASSIVE DUMP COMING UP!"

"Uh, Rocky, are farts flammable?" Colt asked his brother.

Rocky looked up just in time to flash his brothers the most fearful look they had ever seen in their entire lives.

The explosion that rocked the area of Mori Tanaka's cabin sent waves of vibrations for miles. The mushroom cloud enveloped the sun in the sky so that the bright california day seemed to turn to night almost instantaneously, and behind a tree a few hundred yards away, an old ninja smiled as he watched the cabin be reduced to rubble.

Out of his ninja gi the ninja pulled out a 1980's chunky Zach Morris cell phone. After a few comical beeps, ringing was being heard out of the receiver.

The other end of the line picked up the phone call, "Shintaro Corp," a voice answered.

"Execute operation 3n69a. Release Prisoner Amanda Green."