"May I come out now? I'm clean!" X called a little bit later. It was beginning to get dark and he could barely see Elle on the shore. At least he hoped the figure he was seeing was Elle.
"Did you wash those ears?" Elle called as she looked up from what she was doing, beating his clothes against some rocks to try to get the smell out. She hadn't the vaguest idea of what this was supposed to do to get clothes clean but it was what she had always seen them do in old pioneer movies.
"Yes, I washed my ears! Can I get out now? I think there are sharks out here!" X called as he felt something suspicious brush his leg. He started quickly wading for safety. He would rather risk Elle's wraith than a shark attack when he was clad in only his boxers.
"Well, you smell clean anyway," Elle murmured as she carefully sniffed to be sure the pig smell was gone. Then she motioned towards his clothes. "Please tell me you have something else to wear for tonight!"
"What did you do to my clothes?" X grumbled as he took a towel and walked over to inspect his outfit as he dried off. "It looks like you trying cleaning them with rocks!"
"Well, it works on tv," Elle said defensively as she handed him another towel to wrap around his waist. It was getting a bit chilly. "Come on. Let's get you back to the tent before you get a cold. They're probably handing out medical care in order of senority too."
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"Hey, Elle!" Frank called as Elle and X appeared and Elle motioned for X to take his bags and go inside the tent to try to find something to change into. "Found a pump for those air mattresses. Got them nice and inflated for you."
"Finally one thing's going right," Elle muttered as she freed Orion from the carrier. The cat hissed, letting her know loud and clear how displeased he was with the accomidations and her failures as an owner before stalking down the beach in search of a nice fish dinner. "Hey, Frank, I don't suppose someone's been by already with our food, have they?"
"Uh, food," Frank muttered. Elle was not going to like the food situation. "Well, they didn't bring food but they did bring some nice fishing line and a few pots!"
"Fishing line?" Elle moaned as she looked in the box Frank had gestured to with one paw. "Don't tell me, they hand out food in order of senority here too?" At least there was some nice thick rope in there. Maybe she could use it for a clothesline if she ever figured out how to wash the pig smell out of X's outfit.
"Food? Where's the food?" X said as he came out of the tent in his pajamas. Elle fought to hold back a chuckle at the sight. The pajamas were baby blue and covered with cute little smiling cartoonish humans! X glared at her as she held back her laughter. "My mother got them for me. So, where's dinner?"
"If you want something to eat, I have plenty to share," they heard a too cheery voice say from the next tent.
"No," Elle moaned. This was cruel and unusual punishment. She couldn't be living next door to....
Zealtor poked his head out of the tent, holding out a plate filled with something that looked suspiciously like hamburgers, only with a green filling. "Try the seaweed burgers! They're yummy!"
Elle suddenly felt her head spinning as the ground rushed up to meet her. As she blacked out, she had the happy thought that maybe she would wake up in a little while and this would all be some terrible nightmare.