Disclaimer: I know I said I wasn't doing these, but I have to add that I
do not own "Bring On the Men." It is from the musical, "Jekyll & Hyde,"
which does not belong to me. Not sure who it does belong to. but not me.
I don't own Cotton Eyed Joe, the Price is Right or any of it's
affiliations, Survivor, Harry Potter, or anything else that you recognize
that happens to be brought up in this chapter some where.
A/N: I feel obligated to tell you; not much in this chapter would really happen. Kitch*Nsynk never, NEVER practices. We did like... once in our existence, because we were dancing. That's it. The rest of the time, the skits are usually made up either between dinner and All Camp, or during All Camp. Okies? On with the show!
Shoutouts!
Artemis: Yay for the fluff! At least it isn't Gryffin/Blink/Mush hmm? (don't ask, anyone else, long story) I really do love the smell of boy. *randomly wonders what her dream boy smells like* hmmmmm *snap back to reality* You are the whore in your family. I can look at you like that all I want. You have no business calling Ivy a whore, Jillian. Jillian the Whore. :-P
Maddie: Wow, super long review! Thanks!! I could never deny Blink. Hot, sexy, Blink... **shakes head** okay, focus Gryff... whoo... yeah, reviews... The pool wasn't really fluff, it was just flirting. There's a difference. You just wait until we get around to the mud... hehe. Boy, do I have plans. ^_~ Thank God for long time campers who know what the hell they're doing when there's a storm. It's so incredibly nice. Life gets so much easier. Luv ya hon!
Yank: Poor Chipper... she is missing the fun! I had a friend in high school, until she moved, we fought the whole first year she lived in my school district, then we became best friends. She was a punky, bad ass smoker girl (in the 6th grade, this was bad) and I was an A list goody goody. Spot/Race fanfics are fun. I want to write one in New York eventually. My list of Stories to Write is much too long. I have post-it notes plastering my desk with random story ideas. Oh, and you don't kneed to inflate my ego. It is too large to fit in this little dorm room already. ^_^ j/k Thanks for chatting with me!!
Brownie: Glad you liked the face-licking line. I liked it too. ^_^ So you know, I don't have intentions of continuing that other story... well... I didn't. I might now... but I don't have a plot. Just randomness. Maybe it could be the end of something? I dunno, I'll think about using it. You were right though, Blink was Mush's lover, but then Mush found a girl and got married. I plan on rewriting it again to have it make more sense. Thanks for you input on it!
Our tents at camp are platform tents... so they're like cabins almost, only not when it's windy. We have problems when it gets windy. The rest of the time they're good though.
Merry: Hi hon! Glad you finally got to read it. As a little secret from me to you, (most of this stuff is from real life. just the newsies addition into it is fantasy) As I've explained before to many other irate friends/readers, Race had to be gay because Spot is just too hot to give to any staff member. It wouldn't be fair.
Storm: I never slept in PJ's when that happened. I always slept in wet clothes inside my sleeping bag. My sleeping bag started growing some black mold inside it because it got too wet all the time and never dried though.
Christine: yay for rule breaking at school!! ^_^ um... wait... no.. bad! Bad camper! That was very wrong of you and you should never do it again... yeah that's what I'm SUPPOSED to say. Okies? Shannon was a made up character, but it is quite probable that someone would do that. Luv ya Mushly!
Chapter 21: TE's Death Tent and Kitch*Nsynk Practices
For the first time in a while, Gryffin woke up with the bell. She untangled herself from Blink's arms in a much quieter manner than she had the day before. For some reason, Trail's End sounded odd, but she could not place why.
The campers, who were always more awake than the staff, were already rolling up their sleeping bags. Gryffin slipped on her shoes and walked out the door of the unit shelter. She stopped dead in her tracks.
The sight was like nothing she had ever seen before. "Oh my God," she whispered, finally breaking herself from staring at the tent. She turned to see Sky and Skittery standing in the doorway.
The three councilors collectively stared. The tent next to the horse trail was completely crushed. A huge tree had fallen behind it. The ropes had snapped. The poles were broken. The wood mixed in with the branches of the tree. The (thankfully) empty cots were crushed and half-off of the platform
"WOAH!" someone yelled from behind where Gryffin was standing.
"Wow! Look at that!"
Gryffin turned to see Maddie and Cassie standing where Sky and Skitts had been. The couple was now standing in the puddle that had gathered at the bottom of the stairs. Today, it was inevitable that everyone's shoes would be soaked.
"Girls! Get back inside!" Gryffin yelled. "And shut your mouths for a minute please."
The two in the door backed into the room. Gryffin looked around the site. There was no way that they could prevent the girls from seeing the tree. They would have to come up with a pretty good story for it. The girls believed in Santa Claus... they would believe anything that any of the councilors told them. Or they would be rational enough to figure out that this would not have much of a chance of ever happening again. Hopefully.
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"Where did I put that damned CD?" Gryffin said, throwing stuff around in the Haven. "I know it was here."
"So a tent really fell in Trail's End?" Artemis asked as she wandered around the inside of the Haven, idly looking for the CD Gryffin was searching for. Both girls were wearing their Newsie hats.
"Yeah. It's really scary. What if we had used that tent this session? What if we hadn't evacuated? What if there had been campers in there?"
"We're all just lucky that none of those things happened. What tent was it?"
"Do you remember a few years ago when that horse, Misty I think its name was, kicked a tent and knocked it off its cinder blocks?" Artemis nodded. "It was that tent."
"Wow. And I thought that the Death Tent in Laurel Oaks was dangerous."
"At least you don't feel like you're going to fall through the floor in the Trail's End Death Tent."
"Yeah. All you have to watch out for is the floor falling out from underneath you or the ceiling falling in."
Gryffin laughed a little. Artemis could always lighten her mood. "Okay, if you were Harmony's Bring on the Men CD, where would you be?"
"Um.... In my ass?"
"Why would it be in your ass?"
"I don't know... because it's a suppository?"
Gryffin shot Artemis a 'what the hell kind of crack are you on' look, and both girls burst into giggles. Gryffin found the CD, on the mantle, and they walked out the door toward the amphitheater.
"This has to have been one of the worst Death Storms. Have you seen the Connie?" Gryffin asked as Storm joined their group. "It is barely four feet beneath the bridge. There is usually fifteen feet there. You can't see the tree that fell beneath it at all anymore."
"That's nothing," Storm said. "Did you see the puddle in the games field? It looks like the tree there is growing in the middle of a lake. The water is three or four feet deep in some parts."
The girls nodded agreement.
"You know," Artemis said, "This isn't our worst Death Storm though. Do you remember when the top of the pine tree fell off in Laurel Oaks? You couldn't walk into the Haven or the bathroom for a few days until Scary Man Kenny and Scary Man Bob cleaned it up."
"Oh, I remember that," Storm said. "There must have been twenty feet off the top of that tree that fell to the ground."
"Yeah, and it left a big ditch that I stepped in three times and twisted my ankle. It sucked."
The other girls nodded sympathy toward Gryffin. The girl constantly had problems with her ankle since she almost-not-really broke it while skipping across No Sock Island with Hermione. She was lucky not to have hurt it again yet this summer.
"It was worse when the tent fell in Sunny Banks," Storm said. "I was a camper then... wow that was a long time ago. The storm was really windy and for some reason, we hadn't gone inside yet. We were all scared little girls, storm lashed inside our tents, when the wind came up and blew the tent flaps in, breaking the poles. The big pole fell on the ground in the middle of the tent. We were all lucky that we were sitting in our beds and not on the floor."
"Something like that happened with the Weasels last year when we were in Outback." Gryffin switched hands with the CD player. "The pole slipped and the front part of the tent fell. The pole didn't fall far though, so everyone was okay."
"We got a lot of storms last year," Artemis replied.
"Yeah. We usually only have to sleep inside once or twice through the summer. Last year, I think we spent more time inside than in our tents."
"That's what they said at CHK (camp henry kaufmann, see below) when I worked there. They said they had never seen so much rain before."
"Then you're just bad luck, Storm," Gryffin said jokingly. The group finally arrived at the amphitheater. They found the rest of Kitch*Nsynk waiting for them along with a rather large group of Newsies.
"What are all of you guys doing here?" Gryffin asked them as she handed the CD player to Phoenix.
"We hoird dat dese Kitch*Nsynk skits was da funniest staff skits in camp," Race said. "So we decided ta come see what all da fuss is about."
"Yeah," Mush added. "And Kristan said dat she'd hoirt us if we didn' come."
Gryffin shot Kristan a quizzical look. Kristan just shrugged.
"I figured with the song that we're doing, we could use some men."
"Okay then. I guess we'll get to work. If anyone didn't hear, we're going to do the song "Bring on the Men" for Lip Sync Night. I'll let it run through once, and then we'll talk about ideas, okay with everyone?"
"So, wha' oddah skits have you'se guys done dat were so funny?" Skittery asked.
"Heh. What haven't we done?" Eeyore asked.
"It all started with "I Blame the Bleach." Brooke added.
"It should have been the "I blame the Phoenix." It was her fault that this all started." Willow smirked at Phoenix, who promptly stood and took a bow before starting to explain the group's first skit.
"At my school, we learned this dance to the song "Cotton Eyed Joe." Well, I taught it to some people randomly around camp, and come time for All Camp, we were sitting here with nothing to do, so we decided to get up and perform the 'Cotton Eyed Joe' song."
"DerF gave us the 'I blame the bleach' award for that, since almost all of the kitchen staff members had gotten bleach in their eyes recently," Brooke added. She had to go to the hospital when she splashed bleach in her eyes.
"After that we did my skit," Willow said, smiling broadly. "It was Fairy Tale night, and we made up our own fairy tale. It was about underpants snatching monkeys. They come with horrible English accents and steal your underpants."
"That was the 'Oh no, not the monkeys!' award," Hermione said laughing. "I was here as a camper for that."
"I like the next one." Artemis began to tell the story. "It was paper bag skit night. Every group gets a paper bag full of random stuff, and has to make a skit out of it. They didn't make a bag for Kitch*Nsynk though. So, we decided to make up a skit using nothing but paper. We made paper dresses and put on a fashion show. They used my CD for the background music... it was a song from an anime that was nothing but a dog howling at the top of his lungs. It was great."
"Yeah, we won the 'Worst Abuse of Paper' award and the 'Most Traumatizing Music' award for that one. I still have it in my house somewhere," Eeyore said. She had been the one to supervise the making of the dresses, being as she was the only one of them who had ever made a dress before.
"Hey! I'm supposed to have the second half of that award," Artemis shouted. "I called it!"
"Okay. I'll get it next time I go home."
"Good."
"What was after that? Oh, one of my favorites," Gryffin said, reminiscing. "The 'Bob Barker's Worst Nightmare' award. We held tryouts for the next Bob Barker's Beauty. We got a computer geek (Artemis), a southern hick (willow) and some random other stuff that I don't quite remember. I'm not sure I want to either. I just remember that I was the interviewer, and at the end I got up and ran outside. We were in the dining hall because it had been raining. I ran out onto the deck and slipped and landed flat on my back. It was so incredibly fun. I was lost for a minute, and then Pooh, the camp director, was standing over me asking if I was alright. All I could do was laugh."
"Then there was the Skit that wasn't," Artemis announced with many an odd glance. "The skit was designed by Dave and Phoenix, and it did not work at all. It was supposed to be something about singing herbal essences and the monkeys and... I don't know."
"Yeah! That was Movie Night two years ago! Oh my God, do you remember, Kristan, WHERE'S OLIVER?"
Kristan, Artemis and Gryffin giggled and collapsed onto the floor.
"See, I was a camper in Laurel Oaks," Kristan explained. "And Gryffin was my councilor, and Artemis lived in our unit. Does anyone else say 'problems already?' So Laurel Oaks combined all of the hit movies of the day; Men in Black, Lilo and Stitch, Scooby Doo, Harry Potter, and Star Wars. For some reason, Harry Potter was a Jedi. When Hans Solo and Luke Skywalker came to Hogwarts to take the child to Corsecant, he was attacked by two rabid fangirls, Artemis and Gryffin. They ran up, yelling and screaming, 'Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God! Are you Harry Potter?' And the kid who played Harry nodded. Gryff & Arty looked at each other and yelled, "Where's Oliver?!" at the top of their lungs right in the middle of the skit."
"That was one of my favorites," Gryffin reminisced. "We got an awesome award for that. It was the "Your skits are getting weirder" award."
"You forgot one, Gryff," Willow corrected. "You forgot the 'Caution: Nerd Alert!' award."
"Oh yeah! HEHE... that was fun. See, it all started when Phoenix requested that we somehow involve playing go fish to techno music at three in the morning into our skit. It was movie night, and when we were playing cards, Willow and I started arguing about who was lying and who was cheating. We decided to 'settle it right here' and whipped light sabers out of nowhere. We had this really cool choreography for that. It was one we actually rehearsed for. (read: Willow and Gryffin spent too much time together playing with broomsticks in Laurel Oaks) And I was going to do a stunt by jumping off of the top of the amp. but then Hermione hurt my ankle, so I couldn't do it. Artemis and Phoenix, meanwhile, started arguing about whether Star Wars was better than Star Trek. They got up and started fighting with each other about that, Phoenix with a laser gun and Arty with her own light saber. At the end, Willow stood panting from chasing me, and I found out that Willow really was my sister. I screamed and went back to fighting her. We woke Yoda (an ex staff member, who didn't actually get to play her part because she was sick in the Haven... her part was played by Luna, but Yoda just works better for Star Wars) up by accident. She yelled at us to quit, and when we didn't she made us hand over the light sabers. We started fighting again with our hands instead, and Yoda killed both of us, saying 'use the Force.'"
Gryffin put on the CD smiling at Artemis. It WAS a really good song; perfect for a Kitch*Nsynk skit.
Practice went rather well overall. The girls couldn't decide who should sing the main part, so they divided it up, line by line. The chorus, they decided would be the same each time. The guys really did not have much of a part. They just stand and drool over the ladies, as was the intent of the song.
"So let's bring on the men,
Pattented, Brittney Spears 'oh baby baby' whip move while crossing stage toward guys And let the fun begin,
Random fun dance moves A little touch of sin,
Girl's finger on guy's chest Why wait another minute?
Sharp pull away and back off of guys Step this way,
Girls beckon boys as they cross stage again All cross stage It's time for us to play, They say we may not pass this way again, So let's waste no more time, Bring on the men."
Girls randomly grab closest guy and hold him in various ways.
The rest of the song passed in much the same manner, adding a few random and silly things. At one point, Willow hurt her knee while dancing with Bumlets. (big surprise) Bumlets said that the camp should put a fan up so that he could spin on it. Kitch*Nsynk seriously considered the request, but it just was not possible.
"You know," Artemis said as they were getting ready to leave. "You boys are going to dominate the stage tonight."
"Why's dat?"
"Because, you never did your show last night, so you have to do that part tonight, and you have to do the finishing part tonight, and you're doing this. Three skits are an awful lot."
"Yeah, but we look GOOD on stage," Spot said as he walked down from the loft. "So nobody cares if we dominate it."
Those who were listening nodded. They could not disagree if they had tried.
"I care," a Newsie voice said from somewhere in the throng of boys. Snitch stepped up, smirking. "Most of us looks good on stage. But some, Conlon, just ain't got da rhythm to dance their way out of a paper bag."
Snitch immediately took off running (which was strictly forbidden in camp) without waiting for Spot's reply. The short King of Brooklyn took off after him.
"You come back here! Wait until I get my hands on you, Snitch!"
The boys ran off into the distance, disappearing around a group of trees. Gryffin laughed. Camp was getting back to its normal, crazy, every day life. Life was good.
End Twenty One
** Camp Henry Kaufmann is another Girl Scout camp in the area. The staff members of Redwing and CHK have severe pride of which camp they work for, unless they were stuck at Kaufmann simply because there weren't enough staff positions at Redwing for all of them. Storm was one of those unlucky few. CHK is now closed, due to lack of interest. Gee, I wonder which camp is better???
A/N: Sorry it took so long, but I have been very uninspired. I think my Newsie Muses went on hiatus. I have to find them and bring them back soon, or the rest of this story is going to suck. Alright, Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Hot boys that can sing and dance!
Gryffin
A/N: I feel obligated to tell you; not much in this chapter would really happen. Kitch*Nsynk never, NEVER practices. We did like... once in our existence, because we were dancing. That's it. The rest of the time, the skits are usually made up either between dinner and All Camp, or during All Camp. Okies? On with the show!
Shoutouts!
Artemis: Yay for the fluff! At least it isn't Gryffin/Blink/Mush hmm? (don't ask, anyone else, long story) I really do love the smell of boy. *randomly wonders what her dream boy smells like* hmmmmm *snap back to reality* You are the whore in your family. I can look at you like that all I want. You have no business calling Ivy a whore, Jillian. Jillian the Whore. :-P
Maddie: Wow, super long review! Thanks!! I could never deny Blink. Hot, sexy, Blink... **shakes head** okay, focus Gryff... whoo... yeah, reviews... The pool wasn't really fluff, it was just flirting. There's a difference. You just wait until we get around to the mud... hehe. Boy, do I have plans. ^_~ Thank God for long time campers who know what the hell they're doing when there's a storm. It's so incredibly nice. Life gets so much easier. Luv ya hon!
Yank: Poor Chipper... she is missing the fun! I had a friend in high school, until she moved, we fought the whole first year she lived in my school district, then we became best friends. She was a punky, bad ass smoker girl (in the 6th grade, this was bad) and I was an A list goody goody. Spot/Race fanfics are fun. I want to write one in New York eventually. My list of Stories to Write is much too long. I have post-it notes plastering my desk with random story ideas. Oh, and you don't kneed to inflate my ego. It is too large to fit in this little dorm room already. ^_^ j/k Thanks for chatting with me!!
Brownie: Glad you liked the face-licking line. I liked it too. ^_^ So you know, I don't have intentions of continuing that other story... well... I didn't. I might now... but I don't have a plot. Just randomness. Maybe it could be the end of something? I dunno, I'll think about using it. You were right though, Blink was Mush's lover, but then Mush found a girl and got married. I plan on rewriting it again to have it make more sense. Thanks for you input on it!
Our tents at camp are platform tents... so they're like cabins almost, only not when it's windy. We have problems when it gets windy. The rest of the time they're good though.
Merry: Hi hon! Glad you finally got to read it. As a little secret from me to you, (most of this stuff is from real life. just the newsies addition into it is fantasy) As I've explained before to many other irate friends/readers, Race had to be gay because Spot is just too hot to give to any staff member. It wouldn't be fair.
Storm: I never slept in PJ's when that happened. I always slept in wet clothes inside my sleeping bag. My sleeping bag started growing some black mold inside it because it got too wet all the time and never dried though.
Christine: yay for rule breaking at school!! ^_^ um... wait... no.. bad! Bad camper! That was very wrong of you and you should never do it again... yeah that's what I'm SUPPOSED to say. Okies? Shannon was a made up character, but it is quite probable that someone would do that. Luv ya Mushly!
Chapter 21: TE's Death Tent and Kitch*Nsynk Practices
For the first time in a while, Gryffin woke up with the bell. She untangled herself from Blink's arms in a much quieter manner than she had the day before. For some reason, Trail's End sounded odd, but she could not place why.
The campers, who were always more awake than the staff, were already rolling up their sleeping bags. Gryffin slipped on her shoes and walked out the door of the unit shelter. She stopped dead in her tracks.
The sight was like nothing she had ever seen before. "Oh my God," she whispered, finally breaking herself from staring at the tent. She turned to see Sky and Skittery standing in the doorway.
The three councilors collectively stared. The tent next to the horse trail was completely crushed. A huge tree had fallen behind it. The ropes had snapped. The poles were broken. The wood mixed in with the branches of the tree. The (thankfully) empty cots were crushed and half-off of the platform
"WOAH!" someone yelled from behind where Gryffin was standing.
"Wow! Look at that!"
Gryffin turned to see Maddie and Cassie standing where Sky and Skitts had been. The couple was now standing in the puddle that had gathered at the bottom of the stairs. Today, it was inevitable that everyone's shoes would be soaked.
"Girls! Get back inside!" Gryffin yelled. "And shut your mouths for a minute please."
The two in the door backed into the room. Gryffin looked around the site. There was no way that they could prevent the girls from seeing the tree. They would have to come up with a pretty good story for it. The girls believed in Santa Claus... they would believe anything that any of the councilors told them. Or they would be rational enough to figure out that this would not have much of a chance of ever happening again. Hopefully.
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"Where did I put that damned CD?" Gryffin said, throwing stuff around in the Haven. "I know it was here."
"So a tent really fell in Trail's End?" Artemis asked as she wandered around the inside of the Haven, idly looking for the CD Gryffin was searching for. Both girls were wearing their Newsie hats.
"Yeah. It's really scary. What if we had used that tent this session? What if we hadn't evacuated? What if there had been campers in there?"
"We're all just lucky that none of those things happened. What tent was it?"
"Do you remember a few years ago when that horse, Misty I think its name was, kicked a tent and knocked it off its cinder blocks?" Artemis nodded. "It was that tent."
"Wow. And I thought that the Death Tent in Laurel Oaks was dangerous."
"At least you don't feel like you're going to fall through the floor in the Trail's End Death Tent."
"Yeah. All you have to watch out for is the floor falling out from underneath you or the ceiling falling in."
Gryffin laughed a little. Artemis could always lighten her mood. "Okay, if you were Harmony's Bring on the Men CD, where would you be?"
"Um.... In my ass?"
"Why would it be in your ass?"
"I don't know... because it's a suppository?"
Gryffin shot Artemis a 'what the hell kind of crack are you on' look, and both girls burst into giggles. Gryffin found the CD, on the mantle, and they walked out the door toward the amphitheater.
"This has to have been one of the worst Death Storms. Have you seen the Connie?" Gryffin asked as Storm joined their group. "It is barely four feet beneath the bridge. There is usually fifteen feet there. You can't see the tree that fell beneath it at all anymore."
"That's nothing," Storm said. "Did you see the puddle in the games field? It looks like the tree there is growing in the middle of a lake. The water is three or four feet deep in some parts."
The girls nodded agreement.
"You know," Artemis said, "This isn't our worst Death Storm though. Do you remember when the top of the pine tree fell off in Laurel Oaks? You couldn't walk into the Haven or the bathroom for a few days until Scary Man Kenny and Scary Man Bob cleaned it up."
"Oh, I remember that," Storm said. "There must have been twenty feet off the top of that tree that fell to the ground."
"Yeah, and it left a big ditch that I stepped in three times and twisted my ankle. It sucked."
The other girls nodded sympathy toward Gryffin. The girl constantly had problems with her ankle since she almost-not-really broke it while skipping across No Sock Island with Hermione. She was lucky not to have hurt it again yet this summer.
"It was worse when the tent fell in Sunny Banks," Storm said. "I was a camper then... wow that was a long time ago. The storm was really windy and for some reason, we hadn't gone inside yet. We were all scared little girls, storm lashed inside our tents, when the wind came up and blew the tent flaps in, breaking the poles. The big pole fell on the ground in the middle of the tent. We were all lucky that we were sitting in our beds and not on the floor."
"Something like that happened with the Weasels last year when we were in Outback." Gryffin switched hands with the CD player. "The pole slipped and the front part of the tent fell. The pole didn't fall far though, so everyone was okay."
"We got a lot of storms last year," Artemis replied.
"Yeah. We usually only have to sleep inside once or twice through the summer. Last year, I think we spent more time inside than in our tents."
"That's what they said at CHK (camp henry kaufmann, see below) when I worked there. They said they had never seen so much rain before."
"Then you're just bad luck, Storm," Gryffin said jokingly. The group finally arrived at the amphitheater. They found the rest of Kitch*Nsynk waiting for them along with a rather large group of Newsies.
"What are all of you guys doing here?" Gryffin asked them as she handed the CD player to Phoenix.
"We hoird dat dese Kitch*Nsynk skits was da funniest staff skits in camp," Race said. "So we decided ta come see what all da fuss is about."
"Yeah," Mush added. "And Kristan said dat she'd hoirt us if we didn' come."
Gryffin shot Kristan a quizzical look. Kristan just shrugged.
"I figured with the song that we're doing, we could use some men."
"Okay then. I guess we'll get to work. If anyone didn't hear, we're going to do the song "Bring on the Men" for Lip Sync Night. I'll let it run through once, and then we'll talk about ideas, okay with everyone?"
"So, wha' oddah skits have you'se guys done dat were so funny?" Skittery asked.
"Heh. What haven't we done?" Eeyore asked.
"It all started with "I Blame the Bleach." Brooke added.
"It should have been the "I blame the Phoenix." It was her fault that this all started." Willow smirked at Phoenix, who promptly stood and took a bow before starting to explain the group's first skit.
"At my school, we learned this dance to the song "Cotton Eyed Joe." Well, I taught it to some people randomly around camp, and come time for All Camp, we were sitting here with nothing to do, so we decided to get up and perform the 'Cotton Eyed Joe' song."
"DerF gave us the 'I blame the bleach' award for that, since almost all of the kitchen staff members had gotten bleach in their eyes recently," Brooke added. She had to go to the hospital when she splashed bleach in her eyes.
"After that we did my skit," Willow said, smiling broadly. "It was Fairy Tale night, and we made up our own fairy tale. It was about underpants snatching monkeys. They come with horrible English accents and steal your underpants."
"That was the 'Oh no, not the monkeys!' award," Hermione said laughing. "I was here as a camper for that."
"I like the next one." Artemis began to tell the story. "It was paper bag skit night. Every group gets a paper bag full of random stuff, and has to make a skit out of it. They didn't make a bag for Kitch*Nsynk though. So, we decided to make up a skit using nothing but paper. We made paper dresses and put on a fashion show. They used my CD for the background music... it was a song from an anime that was nothing but a dog howling at the top of his lungs. It was great."
"Yeah, we won the 'Worst Abuse of Paper' award and the 'Most Traumatizing Music' award for that one. I still have it in my house somewhere," Eeyore said. She had been the one to supervise the making of the dresses, being as she was the only one of them who had ever made a dress before.
"Hey! I'm supposed to have the second half of that award," Artemis shouted. "I called it!"
"Okay. I'll get it next time I go home."
"Good."
"What was after that? Oh, one of my favorites," Gryffin said, reminiscing. "The 'Bob Barker's Worst Nightmare' award. We held tryouts for the next Bob Barker's Beauty. We got a computer geek (Artemis), a southern hick (willow) and some random other stuff that I don't quite remember. I'm not sure I want to either. I just remember that I was the interviewer, and at the end I got up and ran outside. We were in the dining hall because it had been raining. I ran out onto the deck and slipped and landed flat on my back. It was so incredibly fun. I was lost for a minute, and then Pooh, the camp director, was standing over me asking if I was alright. All I could do was laugh."
"Then there was the Skit that wasn't," Artemis announced with many an odd glance. "The skit was designed by Dave and Phoenix, and it did not work at all. It was supposed to be something about singing herbal essences and the monkeys and... I don't know."
"Yeah! That was Movie Night two years ago! Oh my God, do you remember, Kristan, WHERE'S OLIVER?"
Kristan, Artemis and Gryffin giggled and collapsed onto the floor.
"See, I was a camper in Laurel Oaks," Kristan explained. "And Gryffin was my councilor, and Artemis lived in our unit. Does anyone else say 'problems already?' So Laurel Oaks combined all of the hit movies of the day; Men in Black, Lilo and Stitch, Scooby Doo, Harry Potter, and Star Wars. For some reason, Harry Potter was a Jedi. When Hans Solo and Luke Skywalker came to Hogwarts to take the child to Corsecant, he was attacked by two rabid fangirls, Artemis and Gryffin. They ran up, yelling and screaming, 'Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God! Are you Harry Potter?' And the kid who played Harry nodded. Gryff & Arty looked at each other and yelled, "Where's Oliver?!" at the top of their lungs right in the middle of the skit."
"That was one of my favorites," Gryffin reminisced. "We got an awesome award for that. It was the "Your skits are getting weirder" award."
"You forgot one, Gryff," Willow corrected. "You forgot the 'Caution: Nerd Alert!' award."
"Oh yeah! HEHE... that was fun. See, it all started when Phoenix requested that we somehow involve playing go fish to techno music at three in the morning into our skit. It was movie night, and when we were playing cards, Willow and I started arguing about who was lying and who was cheating. We decided to 'settle it right here' and whipped light sabers out of nowhere. We had this really cool choreography for that. It was one we actually rehearsed for. (read: Willow and Gryffin spent too much time together playing with broomsticks in Laurel Oaks) And I was going to do a stunt by jumping off of the top of the amp. but then Hermione hurt my ankle, so I couldn't do it. Artemis and Phoenix, meanwhile, started arguing about whether Star Wars was better than Star Trek. They got up and started fighting with each other about that, Phoenix with a laser gun and Arty with her own light saber. At the end, Willow stood panting from chasing me, and I found out that Willow really was my sister. I screamed and went back to fighting her. We woke Yoda (an ex staff member, who didn't actually get to play her part because she was sick in the Haven... her part was played by Luna, but Yoda just works better for Star Wars) up by accident. She yelled at us to quit, and when we didn't she made us hand over the light sabers. We started fighting again with our hands instead, and Yoda killed both of us, saying 'use the Force.'"
Gryffin put on the CD smiling at Artemis. It WAS a really good song; perfect for a Kitch*Nsynk skit.
Practice went rather well overall. The girls couldn't decide who should sing the main part, so they divided it up, line by line. The chorus, they decided would be the same each time. The guys really did not have much of a part. They just stand and drool over the ladies, as was the intent of the song.
"So let's bring on the men,
Pattented, Brittney Spears 'oh baby baby' whip move while crossing stage toward guys And let the fun begin,
Random fun dance moves A little touch of sin,
Girl's finger on guy's chest Why wait another minute?
Sharp pull away and back off of guys Step this way,
Girls beckon boys as they cross stage again All cross stage It's time for us to play, They say we may not pass this way again, So let's waste no more time, Bring on the men."
Girls randomly grab closest guy and hold him in various ways.
The rest of the song passed in much the same manner, adding a few random and silly things. At one point, Willow hurt her knee while dancing with Bumlets. (big surprise) Bumlets said that the camp should put a fan up so that he could spin on it. Kitch*Nsynk seriously considered the request, but it just was not possible.
"You know," Artemis said as they were getting ready to leave. "You boys are going to dominate the stage tonight."
"Why's dat?"
"Because, you never did your show last night, so you have to do that part tonight, and you have to do the finishing part tonight, and you're doing this. Three skits are an awful lot."
"Yeah, but we look GOOD on stage," Spot said as he walked down from the loft. "So nobody cares if we dominate it."
Those who were listening nodded. They could not disagree if they had tried.
"I care," a Newsie voice said from somewhere in the throng of boys. Snitch stepped up, smirking. "Most of us looks good on stage. But some, Conlon, just ain't got da rhythm to dance their way out of a paper bag."
Snitch immediately took off running (which was strictly forbidden in camp) without waiting for Spot's reply. The short King of Brooklyn took off after him.
"You come back here! Wait until I get my hands on you, Snitch!"
The boys ran off into the distance, disappearing around a group of trees. Gryffin laughed. Camp was getting back to its normal, crazy, every day life. Life was good.
End Twenty One
** Camp Henry Kaufmann is another Girl Scout camp in the area. The staff members of Redwing and CHK have severe pride of which camp they work for, unless they were stuck at Kaufmann simply because there weren't enough staff positions at Redwing for all of them. Storm was one of those unlucky few. CHK is now closed, due to lack of interest. Gee, I wonder which camp is better???
A/N: Sorry it took so long, but I have been very uninspired. I think my Newsie Muses went on hiatus. I have to find them and bring them back soon, or the rest of this story is going to suck. Alright, Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Hot boys that can sing and dance!
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