Disclaimer: I do not own any of the TP characters…Disney does!!
Notes: This takes place on Earth!
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Jim ran for the cabin, his loose jeans making him leap around like a drunk rabbit. He'd had enough of this crummy vacation! As if to make this statement true, his jeans slipped down again and fell around his sneakers. With a plop the teen fell to the ground in a puddle.
"Eeew, nasty!" he shouted. Mud was oozing all over his hands, not to mention his bare legs.
"Oooh, Grace! Look at that poor young man," cooed a kindly voice. Jim looked up. Two old ladies were looking back at him. Both of them held towels as if they were heading off towards the camp pool. Which, of course, they were probably going to do, Jim reasoned.
"Come here, sonny! We're heading off to the hot tub," offered Grace, obviously the oldest one. She wore a crazy looking straw hat that projected hot pink feathers all over the place.
"Good idea, Vera!" cried the other one, a wrinkled old dame who wore a large, loose dress that had huge flowers all over it. Jim slowly got up out of the muck and gratefully accepted their offer.
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Jim gaped at Grace, who must have been eighty years old. The woman wore a hot pink bikini that matched her weird hat. The teen shuddered.
"Man, you desperately need to be ironed," he muttered.
"What's that, laddie?" asked Grace pleasantly. With a sigh of pleasure, she sank into the foaming hot tub.
"You dearly remind me of a…uh…my girlfriend," Jim tried, his heart pounding. He did not have a girlfriend, but a good comment went a long way. Grace cooed and giggled.
"What's your name?" asked Vera, taking off her white heelless tennis shoes.
"Jim."
"Oooh, how nice. Jim, could you please help me out of this dratted dress?" she requested. Jim gulped.
"Uhh…okay, yeah. Sure," he stammered, walking over. With trembling, squeamish fingers, he slowly unbuttoned the back of the flowered dress. Thankfully, Vera did not wear a bikini; instead, she wore a plain black bathing suit.
"You're so sweet, Jim; my grandson would have never done that," commented Grace.
"I know! Isn't he a dish?" squealed Vera, the wrinkles around her face quivering. Jim just about fainted.
"Join us," said Grace.
"Um, I don't have a bathing suit," whispered the teen hoarsely.
"We won't mind. There is nothing to be ashamed of, honey pie," added Vera, smiling.
"Umm…uh…"
"Besides, the good Lord made us in His own image. Clothing is pure vanity," Grace stated.
"What?" choked out Jim.
"Yes! Come join us. Or, if you don't want to, you could give me a massage," said Vera, grinning sweetly. Jim groaned inwardly. He didn't have a choice. It was either skinny-dipping with these two dames, or facing Amelia's wrath for shooting her hubby in the butt.
"Okay!" he hollered, ripping off his shirt.
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"I really have no idea where Jim is!" fretted Sarah, chewing on a fingernail.
"AH! Don't mention his name!" shouted Delbert, shoving down a third icepack down his pajama bottoms.
Amelia opened the cooler and looked around for another pack.
"Trust me, Sarah. Jim may have made a few errors, but he seems to have a good head on his shoulders," commented Amelia, a slight edge of sarcasm in her voice.
"I know, but…my baby is out there," cried Jim's mother. She paced around the kitchen.
"Once the aspirin kicks in, I'll hunt for the lad," volunteered Delbert, a revengeful gleam in his chocolate-brown eyes.
"Delbert. Your posterior is in no condition. I'll look for James. Sarah, you stay here in case he returns," ordered the captain briskly. With determination, she turned on her heel and marched out of the door.
***Hehehe! Jim had better look out…lol. Thank you for all of your reviews. Jsi-Spitz: thank you soooo much for your very encouraging comments!! I'll try to use your story and put in a future chapter. By the way: I'm thinking about starting a summer vacation story for the Dopplers and Sarah and Jim. Let me know what they should do: go on a cruise, fly on an airplane and go overseas…LET ME KNOW!! We can have all kinds of options here, folks! Just post ideas after giving me reviews (hint hint! :D)