A/N: Well since I've already got two reviews saying they like the
boogaloos, my default name, I'll just go with that. It's easier than
thinking up a phrase I haven't already used in the same paragraph, like
"the gang" or "the newcomers". Thanks to Five Iron Frenzy and their
"Electric Boogaloo" CD for inspiration! Now where should I start? Oh yes,
with the boogaloos setting up their tent...
Disclaimer: I forgot to do one, so I'll do it now, even though ff doesn't
say I have to, the force says I do. I would imagine BME owns Evens
Stevens and its characters, and Natsume owns Harvest Moon and its
characters. I own a bag of string ballons and a pump. Want a sword, a
dog, or a hat?
Chapter three: Thrive
The boogaloos went back to the intended camping site, near the fishing pond. It was close to the town, and the fisherman who camped there previously came to his check-out time recently. Thus, the tent space was open.(Although their tent was a bit bigger that his.) Setting up the tent didn't pose a huge problem, only that a few stakes were missing and Tom insisted they find every last one. And they did. They went to sleep at 10 o' clock, all snug in their beds(well, sleeping bags), with visions of sugarplums dancing in their heads.
Those visions didn't last too long for Twitty, however, who was woken up by some noises outside. He tried to wake Louis up, telling him there were noises outside that sounded like a bear, and Louis just mumbled "Go..." and so Twiity went outside to investigate.(Louis was only half-awake, and actually just wanted Twitty out of his face so he could get back to sleep, but you know it didn't come out right.)
"Hey, who's out there?" Twitty yelled at the bear, starting to doubt this bear's furriness.
"Hey, it's just me." came a call from Cliff, the hobo who lives in the mountains. "I live out here."
"Well, what were you doing near our tent?" Twitty asked.
Cliff, after thinking a bit, replied "That must have been Harris."
"Is Harris a bear?" Suddenly Harris bumped into Twitty, who was leaning against the boogaloos' tent. "Hey, what are you doing?"
Harris, startled, answered "Oh, I felt this tent, and thought the fisherman came back to life and..."
"It's just me and the other guys from Sacramento. And we're trying to get to sleep." Twitty replied to this strange mailman. Harris went back to his sleeping log, and Twitty back to his tent.
Oh, what a lovely day. Or at least it was lovlier than last night. Harris was gone, he left for his lovely job. This was a relief, although there was suspicion of him taking some of the boogaloos' lovely food. After a small breakfast, the boogaloos were greeted by the lovely lady Popuri.
"Hey guys! You're all new here and stuff, so I figured you've never seen anything like this! Come quick!" The guys all tried to keep up with the hyperactive Popuri, finally stopping by the goddess pond. "It's a blue mist flower. They're pretty rare, but even rarer is the event of seeing a big blue swallowtail(A/N: Did I get that right?)!" The boogaloos looked at the butterfly, then Louis spoke up.
"So you're into flowers and stuff, huh? Well, I picked this," he said, giving a moondrop flower to Popuri.
"Oh, Louis!" she shrieked. "They're pretty common around here, but it's always nice to get one!"
"Oh!" At this time a man dressed in green sporting weird-looking glasses interrupted their moment. "I've been looking for this butterfly for half of my life! I must take a picture!" He got out his camera, and after he took the picture, he was bumped into by Karen.
"Sorry old man, but it's the third chapter and I still haven't gotten to spend any time with these guys!" she yelled, grabbing Larry's arm and running right to the beach, with the rest of the boogaloos following, of course. Everyone got on the boat, and Larry pointed a telescope at California.
"There's where we came from-Sacramento." Larry said to Karen. Everybody else was fishing when Elli came onto the beach.
"Hey guys, I have a leftover cake, so why don't you all come over to the bakery to celebrate your arrival?" This sound good to the boogaloos, who hadn't had lunch yet. They all went over to the bakery and found the rest of the girls there. They all ate cake, Donnie told Elli about his fish, Tom and Maria discussed Douglas Adams, Ann and Twitty talked about living with a bothersome brother, Louis and Popuri cracked jokes, and Larry and Karen spoke of being evil.
"Wait a minute...I smell smoke." Elli exclaimed. She ran into the kitchen, and so did all the other girls. "Where's Jeff?" she wondered. She took the burnt chicken out of the oven, also wondering why Jeff would put a chicken in the oven and then leave it alone. Outside of the bakery, Louis decided to see what was taking so long. The door was locked.
"Hey, why'd you lock us out?" he inquired. It turned out it was locked on the inside too, and needed a key. Elli told Louis Jeff must have it.
"And here he comes now, along with some other humanoids," Tom noted, seeing Jeff, Cliff, Gray, Harris, and Kai approaching, looking unhappy. "Uhh...I think we should get out of here." The rest of the boogaloos agreed, running to their tent.
A/N: Heh, I always do author's notes at the beginning and end of a chapter. Anyway, sorry for taking so long to update. I'm open for suggestions now, since most of what I planned out for this story is written, the plot's sunk in. Should the girls go to Sacramento with the boogaloos? Should we find out how pathetic Jack's life has become? Don't just review, say what you want me to do!
Chapter three: Thrive
The boogaloos went back to the intended camping site, near the fishing pond. It was close to the town, and the fisherman who camped there previously came to his check-out time recently. Thus, the tent space was open.(Although their tent was a bit bigger that his.) Setting up the tent didn't pose a huge problem, only that a few stakes were missing and Tom insisted they find every last one. And they did. They went to sleep at 10 o' clock, all snug in their beds(well, sleeping bags), with visions of sugarplums dancing in their heads.
Those visions didn't last too long for Twitty, however, who was woken up by some noises outside. He tried to wake Louis up, telling him there were noises outside that sounded like a bear, and Louis just mumbled "Go..." and so Twiity went outside to investigate.(Louis was only half-awake, and actually just wanted Twitty out of his face so he could get back to sleep, but you know it didn't come out right.)
"Hey, who's out there?" Twitty yelled at the bear, starting to doubt this bear's furriness.
"Hey, it's just me." came a call from Cliff, the hobo who lives in the mountains. "I live out here."
"Well, what were you doing near our tent?" Twitty asked.
Cliff, after thinking a bit, replied "That must have been Harris."
"Is Harris a bear?" Suddenly Harris bumped into Twitty, who was leaning against the boogaloos' tent. "Hey, what are you doing?"
Harris, startled, answered "Oh, I felt this tent, and thought the fisherman came back to life and..."
"It's just me and the other guys from Sacramento. And we're trying to get to sleep." Twitty replied to this strange mailman. Harris went back to his sleeping log, and Twitty back to his tent.
Oh, what a lovely day. Or at least it was lovlier than last night. Harris was gone, he left for his lovely job. This was a relief, although there was suspicion of him taking some of the boogaloos' lovely food. After a small breakfast, the boogaloos were greeted by the lovely lady Popuri.
"Hey guys! You're all new here and stuff, so I figured you've never seen anything like this! Come quick!" The guys all tried to keep up with the hyperactive Popuri, finally stopping by the goddess pond. "It's a blue mist flower. They're pretty rare, but even rarer is the event of seeing a big blue swallowtail(A/N: Did I get that right?)!" The boogaloos looked at the butterfly, then Louis spoke up.
"So you're into flowers and stuff, huh? Well, I picked this," he said, giving a moondrop flower to Popuri.
"Oh, Louis!" she shrieked. "They're pretty common around here, but it's always nice to get one!"
"Oh!" At this time a man dressed in green sporting weird-looking glasses interrupted their moment. "I've been looking for this butterfly for half of my life! I must take a picture!" He got out his camera, and after he took the picture, he was bumped into by Karen.
"Sorry old man, but it's the third chapter and I still haven't gotten to spend any time with these guys!" she yelled, grabbing Larry's arm and running right to the beach, with the rest of the boogaloos following, of course. Everyone got on the boat, and Larry pointed a telescope at California.
"There's where we came from-Sacramento." Larry said to Karen. Everybody else was fishing when Elli came onto the beach.
"Hey guys, I have a leftover cake, so why don't you all come over to the bakery to celebrate your arrival?" This sound good to the boogaloos, who hadn't had lunch yet. They all went over to the bakery and found the rest of the girls there. They all ate cake, Donnie told Elli about his fish, Tom and Maria discussed Douglas Adams, Ann and Twitty talked about living with a bothersome brother, Louis and Popuri cracked jokes, and Larry and Karen spoke of being evil.
"Wait a minute...I smell smoke." Elli exclaimed. She ran into the kitchen, and so did all the other girls. "Where's Jeff?" she wondered. She took the burnt chicken out of the oven, also wondering why Jeff would put a chicken in the oven and then leave it alone. Outside of the bakery, Louis decided to see what was taking so long. The door was locked.
"Hey, why'd you lock us out?" he inquired. It turned out it was locked on the inside too, and needed a key. Elli told Louis Jeff must have it.
"And here he comes now, along with some other humanoids," Tom noted, seeing Jeff, Cliff, Gray, Harris, and Kai approaching, looking unhappy. "Uhh...I think we should get out of here." The rest of the boogaloos agreed, running to their tent.
A/N: Heh, I always do author's notes at the beginning and end of a chapter. Anyway, sorry for taking so long to update. I'm open for suggestions now, since most of what I planned out for this story is written, the plot's sunk in. Should the girls go to Sacramento with the boogaloos? Should we find out how pathetic Jack's life has become? Don't just review, say what you want me to do!