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Spinelli Woods, Esq.: That is TOO funny, don't you remember that picture of him in Prince Randall ep? That's where I got the idea from...don't worry I don't think you'll be a politician like Bob's step dad (he's a liberal anyway)! Keep reading!
Clintronic Waldrop: Thanks! No, actually they're in middle school. I don't know about you, but if you ask me kids start smoking and stuff at earlier ages these days...yeah, I can't help but love these guys, hope you keep reading!
Chapter Three: Welcome to Camp All-Star!
The bus ride from town all the way to Camp All-Star was going to take about two hours. That was way too long in Bob's opinion. The air conditioning wasn't any good, the bus driver didn't play anything but country back from the early days, and the two idiots behind him would NOT shut up. Granted, they were on seperate seats, but that didn't keep Vince and Lawson from dishing it out to each other. Bob thought he was going to go insane if they made another peep.
"All right, we're only ten minutes away from campgrounds, so everyone please sit down and get ready to move out!" one of the camp workers announced, the same one that had yelled through the megaphone earlier. His nametag that was slapped on his shirt read "Larry".
Larry seemed to be one of those people that always had a grin on their face, one of those annoying toothy grins. Bob hated that. It was quite disturbing to see someone so cheerful in this crazy place. Either he was faking that smile, or he was just plain stupid. Which was more than he could say for the two morons in the back...
"Face it, LaSucky, you ain't got no chance against me when we get out there," Lawson would say.
"Yeah, just like I had no chance when we were at Third Street," Vince replied sarcastically. "You'll see, once we all get out there, I'm gonna be the one with the trophy, and you'll be the one crying home to your momma."
"Wrong, LaSalle, it's gonna be the other way around! And I don't go crying to my momma either!"
"Yeah...uh-huh..."
Bob had had enough of this. He turned around in his seat and gave a silencing glare before Lawson could give a comeback answer.
"Will you guys PLEASE can it?!" he snapped. "You've been arguing for nearly two hours!"
"Hey, mind your own business, kingy," Lawson growled. He absolutely hated being told what to do, especially by some older kid who thought they were better than everyone--namely kings, current and former alike. "And what are you going to do if we don't? Send us to the Dodgeball Wall?"
Bob hinted the mocking sarcasm, and if they hadn't been in a moving vehicle, he probably would have strangled the kid to silence. And more than likely end up in juvenile, that's the way to be Bob, he thought to himself as he turned back in his seat. Might as well make the most out of this trip as possible, and getting into an argument wasn't going to solve that.
At long last, the bus stopped in front of a huge wooden gate that had the words "CAMP ALL-STAR" etched into it. The kids started murmuring excitedly, well except for three specific ones, and Larry got up to make his welcome-to-camp speech.
"All right, we're here at Camp All-Star! Please, grab your bag and make a small crowd in the front where you'll be given cabin assignments, schedules, lunch information, and other miscellaneous things."
"I can hardly wait," Bob groaned, grabbing his duffel bag and slinging it over his shoulder before following the other kids out of the bus.
A huge banner saying the painted on words "ONLY THE BEST" screamed out at the kids from the surrounding rustic colors. Must have been the camp's motto or something.
Lawson gave Vince a smart-alecky grin. "See that, LaSalle? Only the best. Guess that means you're gonna have to go home sooner than you thought."
"Only after YOU get sent home first, and I get all the awards."
When they all got out there, Larry continued his speech as a couple of other workers passed out a booklet of information, which Larry would graciously read aloud, since it was doubtful that the kids would read it on their own time.
"First of all, I'd like to welcome you all to Camp All-Star," he started. "I am Larry, the head supervisor around here, so if you have a question or need something, come talk to me. Let us begin with rules. Number one, NO BOYS IN GIRLS CABINS AND VICE VERSA. They are located on seperate sides of the camp, but we still emphasize no midnight trips over to each other's rooms. Second, no rough playing or jock like behavior allowed."
Vince whispered to Lawson, "Hope you heard THAT."
"Thirdly, besides sore losers, I don't want any sore winners either."
Lawson whispered back to Vince, "As long as you heard THAT."
"Fourth, light's out is at ten o'clock precisely. No excuses. Fifth, no drugs, alcohol, or cigarettes allowed. Sixth, if you brought medication, come check by my office in a few minutes. And then there's the respecting your elders thing, and oh yeah...phone calls to parents or whatever can only be made once a day by you kids. We don't want anybody making up lies about our camp, or sneaking information to rival camps, and then have us shut down. Lunchtime is served it exactly 12:00, and since this is camp, lunch is always a surprise. Now, our rooming manager, Norma, will give you your room assignments, so go stand in a line in front of that desk over there."
After being bored to death by all the rules, the kids made their way over to where Norma was sitting. She was a slightly overweight girl with some untamed red hair. Reminded Bob of Kirsten Kurst the Worst once he thought about it.
"Okay, kids, I have your cabin assignments. I have all of you in alphabetical order, and seperated by girl and boy. I'll be doing the guys and Larry will help with the girls. After you've all settled in, Tom will give you basic instructions on the game competitions."
While the first children got their schedules, wouldn't you know it, Vince and Lawson got right back to arguing. Bob was seriously getting annoyed at this.
"Prepare to be splattered, Lawson," Vince smirked, placing his hands on his hips. "When these two weeks are over, I'm gonna be King of the Best."
"Yeah, King of the Best LOSERS," Lawson remarked back.
"If you too don't shut up, I'm gonna be King of the Best Capital Punishers!" Bob hissed.
"No fair, you've got the title King of the Playground in your record," Vince pointed out.
For once, Lawson had to agree. "Yeah, shove off, Your Majesty, you're time on the throne has BEEN up."
They weren't aware that Norma was standing right there listening to everything they said.
"You three deserve each other," she insisted, glaring at the three of them, then handing them a piece of paper. "Congratulations, you three stooges are roomates according to this thing."
"WHAT?!" they shouted in unison, and in extreme horror.
"Yeah, your last names all go in alphabetical order, lucky you, and now you're all cabin buddies," Norma continued. "Don't kill each other when you move in."
"No, no way am I sharing a room with HIM!" Vince demanded, pointing a finger at Lawson. "It's bad enough being in the same school as him."
"Ditto. And I most certainly don't want some Prince of the Popular bossing me around every five minutes," Lawson added, referring to Bob of course.
"Hey, I'm not very fond of you guys either," Bob stated.
"Oh well, you guys are just going to have to deal with it," Norma said, obviously tired of dealing with kids, and then she walked off to give other kids their cabin assignments.
"I claim top bunk," Bob insisted before the other two got a chance to claim it.
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Wow, it was already bad with them arguing, and now they have to room together! What insanity and hilarious things could possibly happen? What's gonna happen once the games begin? How in the world are these guys ever gonna get along? Gotta keep reading to find out, and PLZ review!
Spinelli Woods, Esq.: That is TOO funny, don't you remember that picture of him in Prince Randall ep? That's where I got the idea from...don't worry I don't think you'll be a politician like Bob's step dad (he's a liberal anyway)! Keep reading!
Clintronic Waldrop: Thanks! No, actually they're in middle school. I don't know about you, but if you ask me kids start smoking and stuff at earlier ages these days...yeah, I can't help but love these guys, hope you keep reading!
Chapter Three: Welcome to Camp All-Star!
The bus ride from town all the way to Camp All-Star was going to take about two hours. That was way too long in Bob's opinion. The air conditioning wasn't any good, the bus driver didn't play anything but country back from the early days, and the two idiots behind him would NOT shut up. Granted, they were on seperate seats, but that didn't keep Vince and Lawson from dishing it out to each other. Bob thought he was going to go insane if they made another peep.
"All right, we're only ten minutes away from campgrounds, so everyone please sit down and get ready to move out!" one of the camp workers announced, the same one that had yelled through the megaphone earlier. His nametag that was slapped on his shirt read "Larry".
Larry seemed to be one of those people that always had a grin on their face, one of those annoying toothy grins. Bob hated that. It was quite disturbing to see someone so cheerful in this crazy place. Either he was faking that smile, or he was just plain stupid. Which was more than he could say for the two morons in the back...
"Face it, LaSucky, you ain't got no chance against me when we get out there," Lawson would say.
"Yeah, just like I had no chance when we were at Third Street," Vince replied sarcastically. "You'll see, once we all get out there, I'm gonna be the one with the trophy, and you'll be the one crying home to your momma."
"Wrong, LaSalle, it's gonna be the other way around! And I don't go crying to my momma either!"
"Yeah...uh-huh..."
Bob had had enough of this. He turned around in his seat and gave a silencing glare before Lawson could give a comeback answer.
"Will you guys PLEASE can it?!" he snapped. "You've been arguing for nearly two hours!"
"Hey, mind your own business, kingy," Lawson growled. He absolutely hated being told what to do, especially by some older kid who thought they were better than everyone--namely kings, current and former alike. "And what are you going to do if we don't? Send us to the Dodgeball Wall?"
Bob hinted the mocking sarcasm, and if they hadn't been in a moving vehicle, he probably would have strangled the kid to silence. And more than likely end up in juvenile, that's the way to be Bob, he thought to himself as he turned back in his seat. Might as well make the most out of this trip as possible, and getting into an argument wasn't going to solve that.
At long last, the bus stopped in front of a huge wooden gate that had the words "CAMP ALL-STAR" etched into it. The kids started murmuring excitedly, well except for three specific ones, and Larry got up to make his welcome-to-camp speech.
"All right, we're here at Camp All-Star! Please, grab your bag and make a small crowd in the front where you'll be given cabin assignments, schedules, lunch information, and other miscellaneous things."
"I can hardly wait," Bob groaned, grabbing his duffel bag and slinging it over his shoulder before following the other kids out of the bus.
A huge banner saying the painted on words "ONLY THE BEST" screamed out at the kids from the surrounding rustic colors. Must have been the camp's motto or something.
Lawson gave Vince a smart-alecky grin. "See that, LaSalle? Only the best. Guess that means you're gonna have to go home sooner than you thought."
"Only after YOU get sent home first, and I get all the awards."
When they all got out there, Larry continued his speech as a couple of other workers passed out a booklet of information, which Larry would graciously read aloud, since it was doubtful that the kids would read it on their own time.
"First of all, I'd like to welcome you all to Camp All-Star," he started. "I am Larry, the head supervisor around here, so if you have a question or need something, come talk to me. Let us begin with rules. Number one, NO BOYS IN GIRLS CABINS AND VICE VERSA. They are located on seperate sides of the camp, but we still emphasize no midnight trips over to each other's rooms. Second, no rough playing or jock like behavior allowed."
Vince whispered to Lawson, "Hope you heard THAT."
"Thirdly, besides sore losers, I don't want any sore winners either."
Lawson whispered back to Vince, "As long as you heard THAT."
"Fourth, light's out is at ten o'clock precisely. No excuses. Fifth, no drugs, alcohol, or cigarettes allowed. Sixth, if you brought medication, come check by my office in a few minutes. And then there's the respecting your elders thing, and oh yeah...phone calls to parents or whatever can only be made once a day by you kids. We don't want anybody making up lies about our camp, or sneaking information to rival camps, and then have us shut down. Lunchtime is served it exactly 12:00, and since this is camp, lunch is always a surprise. Now, our rooming manager, Norma, will give you your room assignments, so go stand in a line in front of that desk over there."
After being bored to death by all the rules, the kids made their way over to where Norma was sitting. She was a slightly overweight girl with some untamed red hair. Reminded Bob of Kirsten Kurst the Worst once he thought about it.
"Okay, kids, I have your cabin assignments. I have all of you in alphabetical order, and seperated by girl and boy. I'll be doing the guys and Larry will help with the girls. After you've all settled in, Tom will give you basic instructions on the game competitions."
While the first children got their schedules, wouldn't you know it, Vince and Lawson got right back to arguing. Bob was seriously getting annoyed at this.
"Prepare to be splattered, Lawson," Vince smirked, placing his hands on his hips. "When these two weeks are over, I'm gonna be King of the Best."
"Yeah, King of the Best LOSERS," Lawson remarked back.
"If you too don't shut up, I'm gonna be King of the Best Capital Punishers!" Bob hissed.
"No fair, you've got the title King of the Playground in your record," Vince pointed out.
For once, Lawson had to agree. "Yeah, shove off, Your Majesty, you're time on the throne has BEEN up."
They weren't aware that Norma was standing right there listening to everything they said.
"You three deserve each other," she insisted, glaring at the three of them, then handing them a piece of paper. "Congratulations, you three stooges are roomates according to this thing."
"WHAT?!" they shouted in unison, and in extreme horror.
"Yeah, your last names all go in alphabetical order, lucky you, and now you're all cabin buddies," Norma continued. "Don't kill each other when you move in."
"No, no way am I sharing a room with HIM!" Vince demanded, pointing a finger at Lawson. "It's bad enough being in the same school as him."
"Ditto. And I most certainly don't want some Prince of the Popular bossing me around every five minutes," Lawson added, referring to Bob of course.
"Hey, I'm not very fond of you guys either," Bob stated.
"Oh well, you guys are just going to have to deal with it," Norma said, obviously tired of dealing with kids, and then she walked off to give other kids their cabin assignments.
"I claim top bunk," Bob insisted before the other two got a chance to claim it.
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Wow, it was already bad with them arguing, and now they have to room together! What insanity and hilarious things could possibly happen? What's gonna happen once the games begin? How in the world are these guys ever gonna get along? Gotta keep reading to find out, and PLZ review!