There was a group of about a hundred little kids all sitting on benches behind the campfire. The oldest kids were about ten and were ugly and were sitting in the back row and the youngest kids were as young as three and were sitting in the front. Smack was standing behind the fire looking extremely proud of himself since he probably made it all by himself.
"The fire's pretty small…" St. John observed. "…Now…"
"Here's a good spot!!" Tootie exclaimed as she sat down on a bench that was somewhere in the middle of the rows. "All right, who's sitting in my lap?"
"ME!!!" Pietro yelled, throwing both his arms up in the air.
"Well then what are you waiting for?!" Tootie demanded in a playful tone. Pietro laughed and leapt into Tootie's lap.
"You're embarrassing me." Said Wanda, crossing her arms.
"You're just jealous because I got here first." Said Pietro. "Slow mo."
"No." said Wanda. "Just curious to why you want to sit in Tootie's lap."
Pietro thought long and hard for a second. "I don't know why but I just do."
"You don't know why?" Wanda asked with a raised eyebrow. Pietro nodded his head. "Whatever."
Meanwhile, Remy had put a towel over St. John's head and was holding it there as St. John squirmed around to get free.
"Remy!" whined St. John. "If I can't see the campfire, I can't HELP it!"
"'Dat's the point." Said Remy. "Remy don't want da camp burnin' down."
"Curse you, small body!" St. John cried as he fidgeted around some more. "I won't burn the camp down! I won't even burn any people. Except maybe Tootie! But just a little! Where'd you get that towel anyway?"
"Well…" started Remy but then he stopped. "Actually, maybe if you burned da camp down, Remy'd be able to go home. But den again, we might be put on some OTHER mission to improve da teamwork or something."
"Where is this going?" St. John asked.
"Nowhere." Remy answered.
Just then, a male counselor walked over followed by four familiar faces!!
"Hi Fruitie!" said Tootie.
"Hi Tootie!" said Fruitie.
"You sitting here?" asked Tootie.
"Yup!" said Fruitie. "Come on, kids!"
"Oh man, this is so NOT fun!" said Kitty as she plunked herself down next to Remy since there was an empty place next to him.
"Who ever said it was going to be?" Lance said, sitting down next to Kitty.
"I think my brother is having plenty fun." Wanda said, leaning over and pointing at Pietro who was sitting in Tootie's lap as if he belonged there.
"What's he doing that for?" Kurt said.
"He must be getting a little to into this whole teamwork building thing." Scott said.
"I can't breathe!!" St. John yelled even though it might have very well been a lie.
"Hey, what's going on here?!" Tootie demanded, looking up from her conversation with Fruitie.
"Um…he's…a…ghost." Said Remy, at a loss of anything else to say. Well, YEAH! What was he supposed to say?! 'I'm putting this towel over his face because he is mentally unstable and enjoys controlling fire and has that special ability. Hi! We're mutants!! All of us! And not only that, we're teenagers! Well, not ME, I'm older than that but you get the idea…' No. He was definitely not going to say that.
"Hey…I think I can see through the towel…" St. John said as he suddenly stopped struggling to get free. Remy looked at the fire to see it was dancing around abnormally.
"Remy thinks he gotta go to the bathroom." Remy said. "And when he say he, he means St. John."
"I do not!" said St. John.
"Dat's what he said last time." Remy said to Tootie. "Then he had an accident."
"You're lying!!" yelled St. John.
"So Remy gonna take him to the bathroom." Remy said as he grabbed St. John and then began to drag him off out of eyeshot of the fire. Tootie didn't want to be assisting a little boy in the bathroom so she let them go.
"Well…uh…" said Smack as the fire returned to normal. "TA-DA!!!"
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!" cheered the entire camp.
"That was the craziest campfire ever!" exclaimed Fruitie, looking at his group that was just sitting there because they were used to fire being crazy. "Don't you all think so?"
"I've seen crazier." Said Kurt.
"How do you say 'crazy' in German?!" Fruitie said enthusiastically. Kurt shivered and pretended as though he didn't hear Fruitie.
"ALL RIGHT!!!" said Smack. "I think everyone is finally here! We can begin making some s'mores!"
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!" cheered the camp again as they all threw their arms up in the air and shook them around happily.
Smack then went around handing out all the ingredients you need to make a s'more. Graham cracker, chocolate and marshmallow!!
"All right, you each get a graham cracker to break in half, a half a bar of chocolate and one marshmallow!" Tootie explained as she handed Pietro and Wanda each the things she just said.
"Can we each have two since the rest of our group isn't here?" Pietro asked.
"They'll be back!" Tootie assured him.
"I HATE s'mores!" Wanda said, throwing her cracker on the ground.
"Aw…don't say that!" said Tootie as she picked Pietro up and sat him down on the bench. Then she picked up the cracker. "I think it's still good!"
"Do you believe in the five second rule?" Pietro said as he broke his cracker in two but he broke it UNEVENLY!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! But he didn't really care because he was going to eat it in a second anyway.
"I would never eat a s'more, let alone one that's been in the dirt." Wanda said in a disgusted tone.
Meanwhile, Fruitie handed out HIS group THEIR s'more ingredients.
"Why are they called s'mores?" asked Kurt since he figured it was some kind of English thing that he couldn't possibly comprehend because it was his second language.
"Because…you always want some more!!!" Fruitie said all too happily.
"I don't get it." Said Kurt.
"If you say some more real fast, it's s'more." Scott tried to explain because Fruitie was too busy patting himself on the back and chuckling warmly.
"Call me crazy but for some reason, I just get the feeling that these marshmallows should be melted." Said Lance.
"Yeah." Said Kitty. "They should."
"The s'more is just too tall and it tastes funny." Lance said.
"The chocolate should be melted too!" Kitty added.
"It's just not gooey enough." Lance observed.
"It tastes kind of funny…" Kitty continued.
"Can we melt the marshmallows?" Lance asked to Fruitie. "You know, put them on a stick and roast them over the fire? Isn't that the whole fun of making a s'more? I mean, if I have to be at this stupid camp, I might as well be able to make a REAL s'more."
"They ARE real." Said Fruitie, putting his hand over his heart.
Meanwhile, in the bathroom…
"'Dere." Said Remy as he backed away from his work. He had tied St. John to one of the sinks in the bathroom!! HOW MEAN!! "And your fingers are too small and childlike and stumpy…so you can't get out."
"Aww…" said St. John sadly.
"Now Remy gonna go and get a s'more." Remy said, rubbing his hands together.
"Hey!!" yelled St. John. "St. John want a s'more too!!"
"You can't have one because you can't be trusted with da fire." Remy reminded him, choosing to disregard the fact that he had just been mocked.
"But I really want one…" said St. John.
"Fine." Said Remy. "Remy bring you back one."
"YAY!!" cheered St. John. "I like my marshmallows BURNT!!"
"Remy figured so much." Remy said, rolling his eyes as he exited the little bathroom and made his way back to the campfire area.
"Where's Johnny?" asked Tootie.
"Still in da bathroom." Remy said. "He asked Remy to take his s'more to him. And…when Remy say 'his', he mean St. John's. Remy would never give him his own s'more. And…uh…him being St. John."
"Why don't you wait until he gets OUT of the bathroom?" Tootie suggested. "The bathroom is a dirty place."
"You told me to eat my graham cracker off the ground." Said Wanda.
"But you DID, didn't you?" Tootie said, looking around for Wanda's leftover uneaten s'more.
"No." said Wanda. "My stupid brother did."
"What?" Pietro said, his face covered with chocolate.
"It's not nice to call people stupid!" scolded Tootie. "Especially not your own brother! Especially not your TWIN!"
"Wipe your face…" Wanda said, ignoring Tootie and shaking her head in disbelief. "What is up with you today?"
"Nothing." Said Pietro as he wiped his face on his sleeve.
"You're taking this whole 'kid thing' way to seriously." Said Wanda.
"I am not." Pietro replied. "I don't even know what you're talking about."
"You're acting like a kid!" Wanda said angrily.
"No I'm not!" Pietro said. "I ALWAYS act like this."
"You definitely do not always act like this." Wanda said.
"I think I know."
"You're telling me that you ALWAYS act like a four-year-old?"
"What are you talking about?" Pietro said, rudely scoffing away from Wanda. "Are you saying that I always act like a four-year-old?"
"No, that's what YOU said." Wanda pointed out.
"It is NOT!" Pietro yelled.
"Yes it is!!" Wanda yelled back.
"Slow-mo!!"
"OKAY!!" said Tootie, grabbing Wanda and Pietro and separating them before they killed each other.
"So uh…can Remy have the s'mores?" Remy asked.
"Oh fine…" said Tootie as she handed over the two sets of s'mores and Remy walked off.
Meanwhile, back in the bathroom…
"I'M BORED!!!" St. John yelled at the top of his lungs as he swayed back and forth. "SOMEONE UNTIE ME!!!"
Then the door opened.
"S'more?" St. John said, turning around only to see a knavish little kid standing there with his finger jammed up his nose.
"I is no s'more!" said the kid but he had a speech defect like Elmer Fudd.
"You're not Remy." Said St. John. "You're not even…literate."
Then the door opened again and the stupid pointless kid got slammed against the wall and smooshed. Remy was standing there with two s'mores in his hands!!
"YAY!!" cheered St. John.
"Literate?" Remy said as he sat down next to St. John. "What was the kid writing?"
"I don't know." Said St. John. "It was a poor choice of words. I feel as though ever since I've been in this small body, my IQ has just been plummeting."
"It was never really that high to begin with." Remy pointed out.
"Hey!!" yelled St. John. "I'm more articulate than you! Ah! Articulate! THAT was the word I was looking for!"
Remy then untied St. John so that he could enjoy his s'more.
"Don't try anything funny because Remy have access to his powers and you don't." Remy warned. "Plus, Remy's bigger and faster and he weighs more."
"I wasn't going to do anything!" St. John said, grabbing the pieces to his s'more. "Hey! I thought I told you I wanted my marshmallow burnt! And aren't s'mores supposed to have chocolate?!"
"Um…they didn't give you any chocolate." Said Remy as he secretly licked his lips free of all the evidence. "They ran out."
"This s'more STINKS!" said St. John, handing it back to Remy. "Just…just blow it up! It offends me so!"
"Okay." Said Remy since he likes blowing things up more than you might think he does. So he touched the graham cracker, emitting a splendiferous glow. He and St. John ducked and covered as the graham cracker exploded, leaving a small charred circle on the floor.
"Hello, what's that?" St. John said he crept over to see a tiny piece of the cracker with a slight bit of flame on it. Before he could react and leap for joy, Remy stomped his foot on it. "You're no fun!!"
"Remy's hard work not goin' to waste now." He said. "You plann' that all along, right?"
"No." said St. John. "It just worked out that way."
Just then, Fruitie poked his head in. "THERE you two are!" he said. "Tootie has been worried sick about you! Get out there this instant!"
