Disclaimer: I do not own any of the TP characters…Disney does!!

Notes: This takes place on Earth!

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"Jim Hawkins!" called a strident voice. Under the blankets, Jim squeezed his eyes shut and mumbled something. His little adventure last night had really made him sleepy. He groaned when he heard Amelia walk briskly into his room.

"Get up, James," she ordered, tugging the corner of the blanket.

"No way, ma'am!" moaned the teen, shoving his head deep under a pillow.

"Alright, then," stated Amelia, turning on her heel. Jim should have realized that the captain had "given up" way too easily. SWISH! Freezing cold water landed on Jim's bed, soaking the teen and the blankets.

"WHAT THE HECK?!" Jim shouted, leaping out of bed.

"Good morning!" called Amelia pleasantly.

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"Jeez, this grill is hot," complained Jim, leaning back slightly as he flipped over a hot dog. The cold water incident made him…well…kind of mad. So, he was using the grill as an excuse to vent his exasperation.

"Jim, sweetheart, the Italian sausage over there looks like its burning," said Sarah, pointing.

"I know, I know…hey, who ordered the sausage?" asked the teenager, stabbing the meat with a knife.

"Me!" cried Delbert.

"Catch!" Jim tilted back the knife and threw it forwards. The sausage flew through the air and landed heavily on the doctor's plastic plate.

"Oooh! Good use of the laws of gravity!" praised Delbert, sitting down on the pick nick blanket. Jim snorted and returned to the grill. This was so boring…he thought that barbequing should involve more flames than this! He stared with disgust at the puny blue flames that smothered the hissing black charcoal. Then an idea began to sprout in his head.

"Uh, ma'am? Where's the powdered sugar?" asked Jim.

"Powdered sugar? It would have to be in the cabinet next to the oven," said the captain, a vague look of suspicion on her face. She dismissed her feelings with a shake of her head and continued listening to Sarah's exciting speech about sponges.

"C'mon, baby…where are you?" muttered Jim, searching around in the wooden cabinet. Baked beans. Betty Crocker brownie mix. Mashed potato mix. No, no, no! Finally, he caught sight of the powdered sugar. It was wedged in between bottles of orange Gatorade. With a chuckle, Jim grabbed the sugar and darted out of the cabin.

"Jim! Watch the grill more carefully, honey. The flames almost went out," said Sarah.

"Huh? Oh, yeah…right. Sorry, mom," called the teen. He ran over to the grill and pretended to be busy. The adults, reassured that the grill was in good hands, began to talk amongst themselves. Jim jabbed at the charcoal with a stick and tore up pieces of newspaper. Hungrily, a flame began to grow.

Great. As long as there's a flame, I can do this," Jim told himself. Sneakily, slowly, he sprinkled the powdered sugar onto the tall flame. With a greenish roar, the fire rose up.

"Good gracious!" cried Delbert, shielding himself rather stupidly with his greasy plastic plate. The fire had spread all around the grill and was making a strange snapping noise. Like a starved animal it flared up and began to attack the cabin wall. Sarah screamed and fainted daintily in the grass. Amelia dragged her away from the inferno.

"Whoa! Sweet!" cheered Jim, jumping up and down.

"Where is the fire extinguisher?" hollered the doctor. He looked around for something to smother the fire. Spying the bag of powdered sugar, he picked it up and emptied its contents on the holocaust . The flames cast an eerie greenish glow again and seemed to grow larger.

"You are SO cool, doc," commented the teen as he watched the cabin burn.

"No I'm not! I'm hot!" groaned Delbert, fanning himself with the empty powdered sugar bag. The two watched helplessly as Amelia's and Jim's cabin burst entirely into flames. Soon the roof collapsed with a ripping, crackling roar.

"Uh…Delbert? Can Amelia and I stay with you guys?" asked Jim slowly.

***I know…it's REALLY short, but I wanted to make an update ASAP. I've been with my cousins practically all week, so I haven't been able to write. Oh yes! PLEASE don't go buying bags of powdered sugar…lol. I'd hate to be considered responsible!! My dad told me about the powdered sugar/fire thing. He demonstrated it at dinner awhile back. He carefully sprinkled the sugar onto a candle. It sort of worked, but you have to have a good flame. And another thing: I don't know why, but sugar, when added to flame, creates a pretty cool greenish glow. Again, DON'T actually try this out without a parent's supervision. Now that I'm done sounding like a total brat, REVIEW!!!