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Disclaimer - If we owned Shaman King, the other characters would've teased Lyserg for his X-Laws shorts. But they didn't, so we don't own it, do we?
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Camp Happy Pants
By I Club Baby Seals and Bo Jangles [ a.k.a. TheHineyGods ]
Chapter One - 'Troop 69'
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The bus grinded to a halt soon after entering the camp, and Frank ushered them out.
"Get offa my bus, you little brats," he ordered, pushing Horo off and returning to his seat. The door quickly closed and the bus sped away.
"We're at camp!" Horo yelled again ecstatically.
"Yeah, we are," Manta agreed, "but where do we go now?"
"Over there," Yoh answered with a grin, pointing to where a large group of kids was gathered around a stage of sorts. The seven boys joined the crowd, and a man walked onto the stage to address the chatting campers.
"Welcome to Camp Happy Pants!" he exclaimed, causing a hush to fall upon the crowd. He was wearing a Boy Scoutish outfit marked with what they had come to the conclusion to be the camp logo -- a smiling pair of pants -- on the sleeve of the shirt and the butt of the pants.
"Here at camp, you'll be divided into ten troops of eight, and each troop will have a leader. You troop leader will tell you the rules, show you your assigned cabin, and give you a tour of the camp grounds.
"Before we divide you, I'd like to say that tonight we're having Happy Hour by the --""
"Free drinks!" Horo shouted from the depths of the crowd.
"-- bonfire, where we'll tell jokes, eat snacks, and have a good time."
Horo kicked the ground. "Darn."
The man went on to divide them into troops by calling out names. Nine troops and seventy-two campers later, Yoh-tachi still had not been assigned. The man looked down at his paper.
"The remaining eight will be assigned to Troop 69."
Yoh looked around. If they were seven, who was the last member of their troop?
"Oh, wow," a voice from not too far away mused. "Fancy meeting you here." They turned to see Hao standing behind them, a duffel bag hanging loosely at his side.
"Hao!" they yelled in unison. Lyserg added on to this by continuing with, "You killed my parents!"
"Nice to see you, too," he responded. "I bet you're wondering what I'm doing here. Well, I've always wanted to go to summer camp, and this seemed like a nice opportunity."
Before they could converse farther, someone else joined their little group.
"Hello, I'll be your troop leader here at Camp Happy Pants," the newcomer said. They all gasped. "Oh, hi, Yoh-kun."
"Silva? What're you doing here? Why are you a troop leader at Camp Happy Pants?"
Silva then launched into the story of Camp Happy Pants. "Well, the Patch tribe decided to buy this old camp and turn it into one for their own profit. The ten priests became the troop leaders, and --"
Ren cut him off. "Why do the troop numbers skip from nine to 69?"
"We used to have 69 troops in total, but the cabins -- along with the campers -- for troops ten through 68 were destroyed in an unfortunate mudslide. We didn't have enough funds to rebuild those cabins, so we just kept one through nine and 69," Silva explained.
Horo snickered. "Troop 69... 69."
"What's so funny?" Ren asked, annoyed, in a suggesting manner.
"When you flip 69 over, it's still 69!" Horo replied through snickers. Everyone gave him lame looks.
"I think it's about time I gave the tour of the camp," Silva decided, and he led everyone off toward the lake.
"This is Lake Happy Pants. It has been said that a creature inhabits the depths of the lake, only surfacing on the night of the second Tuesday of every month," Silva explained, wiggling his fingers and 'ooh'ing for effect.
The eight stared blankly at Silva before he cleared his throat and continued the tour. He led them on, toward a large hole near the lake.
"This is the mud pit," Silva stated, pointing down into the hole.
Horo looked down before noting, "There's no mud in here." Silva sighed, glanced around, then leaned next to Horo's ear.
"When it rains, the hole gets muddy. Then we get the boys -- you guys -- to wrestle... naked... in it. And we place bets and take pictures. But you didn't hear that from me. If anybody asks, Faust has been telling people that when they pass by the infirmary."
"I really didn't need to hear that," Chocolove moaned, backing away from Silva.
"Yeah... well... Let's go," he said, dragging Troop 69 onward. As they headed toward the archery field, Troop Eight -- led by Nichrome -- passed.
"Look, it's Troop 69," Nichrome taunted. He stuck his finger in Ren's face, wiggling it, as his troop laughed.
"Back off, Nichrome," Silva warned, glaring. He merely smiled.
"See you on the battlefield... I mean... campgrounds," one member of Troop Eight drawled as the two troops parted.
"Don't let him get to you, Silva. We'll be the best troop... and we'll beat them at mud wrestling," Yoh comforted, patting Silva's arm.
"Thanks. Now, this is the archery field. And over yonder is the infirmary, where Faust is. We won't visit it now because I've heard he's rather partial to Manta..."
Manta cringed at the last remark but said nothing as they continued. They walked past the canoe dock and stopped in front of a rickety building labeled 'Arts and Crafts.' Silva opened the door and allowed them to file into the dimly lit shack.
"This is where you will get your fill of the artsy and the craftsy," Silva said, motioning around at the picnic tables that held objects such as glue, popsicle sticks, colored paper, scissors, and glitter on their tops.
At a table in the corner, Amidamaru, Bason, Spirit of Fire, and Tokageroh sat. Yoh's dad stood over them, instructing the group on how to make stick art.
As Troop 69 turned to leave, Spirit of Fire let out an unhappy roar.
"Go to the time out corner and don't come back until you can stop burning the popsicle sticks," Yoh's dad scolded, pointing to the corner farthest from them.
"Let's move on," Silva muttered, shuffling his troop out of the door.
The tour progressed up the east bank of the lake, up toward the cabins.
"These are the cabins," Silva stated, pointing to the nine spacious cabins to their right.
"Wow," Horo marveled, then asked, "Which one is ours?"
Silva shifted a bit then replied with, "None of them. Cabin 69 is down past the Mess Hall."
"Mess Hall? This place has somewhere that we purposely make a mess?" Horo said excitedly, earning more lame looks from the rest of Troop 69.
"Off to our right is the forest," Silva continued by unnecessarily gesturing to the trees in the general direction of left. He then turned them around and led them back down, stopping briefly to show them the Mess Hall and explain to Horo that it was a place for eating rather than making messes.
The troop traveled even farther down, into another forest.
"Where're we going?" Everyone grumbled, seeing as Manta's question had voiced all of their thoughts -- except Lyserg's. He was glaring hatefully at Hao, and something along the lines of 'Hao killed my parents' was probably running through his mind.
"To Cabin 69," Silva answered simply. The troop shot each other questioning glances as they went on trekking through the brush.
For the following minutes, nothing exciting happened. They made small talk, Lyserg tripped over a tree root, and many an article of clothes were ripped on branches. Everyone was more than a little annoyed when, about 1500 yards away from the camp, Silva spoke up.
"Here we are," he announced, pushing a tree limb out of the way and stepping over some bushes.
In a tiny clearing, overgrown with plants, stood Cabin 69. Unlike the other cabins, it was not at all spacious nor was it well-built. The one window they could see had a broken pane of glass and was boarded up from the inside. Huge chunks of wood were missing from the roof, and the doorstep was littered with bones -- none of them human, as far as they could tell.
If there was any doubt in their minds as to if they were in the right place, it was instantly diminished once Silva said, "Welcome to Cabin 69."
Troop 69 screamed.
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To Be Continued!
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Poor Troop 69... condemned to a crappy cabin and a mean rival troop. Anyway, next chapter should be up soon, since we already have part of it written, and Christmas break is coming up, so no school to delay us. Exams shouldn't slow anything down... hopefully.
Review, please! ^__^
Disclaimer - If we owned Shaman King, the other characters would've teased Lyserg for his X-Laws shorts. But they didn't, so we don't own it, do we?
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Camp Happy Pants
By I Club Baby Seals and Bo Jangles [ a.k.a. TheHineyGods ]
Chapter One - 'Troop 69'
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The bus grinded to a halt soon after entering the camp, and Frank ushered them out.
"Get offa my bus, you little brats," he ordered, pushing Horo off and returning to his seat. The door quickly closed and the bus sped away.
"We're at camp!" Horo yelled again ecstatically.
"Yeah, we are," Manta agreed, "but where do we go now?"
"Over there," Yoh answered with a grin, pointing to where a large group of kids was gathered around a stage of sorts. The seven boys joined the crowd, and a man walked onto the stage to address the chatting campers.
"Welcome to Camp Happy Pants!" he exclaimed, causing a hush to fall upon the crowd. He was wearing a Boy Scoutish outfit marked with what they had come to the conclusion to be the camp logo -- a smiling pair of pants -- on the sleeve of the shirt and the butt of the pants.
"Here at camp, you'll be divided into ten troops of eight, and each troop will have a leader. You troop leader will tell you the rules, show you your assigned cabin, and give you a tour of the camp grounds.
"Before we divide you, I'd like to say that tonight we're having Happy Hour by the --""
"Free drinks!" Horo shouted from the depths of the crowd.
"-- bonfire, where we'll tell jokes, eat snacks, and have a good time."
Horo kicked the ground. "Darn."
The man went on to divide them into troops by calling out names. Nine troops and seventy-two campers later, Yoh-tachi still had not been assigned. The man looked down at his paper.
"The remaining eight will be assigned to Troop 69."
Yoh looked around. If they were seven, who was the last member of their troop?
"Oh, wow," a voice from not too far away mused. "Fancy meeting you here." They turned to see Hao standing behind them, a duffel bag hanging loosely at his side.
"Hao!" they yelled in unison. Lyserg added on to this by continuing with, "You killed my parents!"
"Nice to see you, too," he responded. "I bet you're wondering what I'm doing here. Well, I've always wanted to go to summer camp, and this seemed like a nice opportunity."
Before they could converse farther, someone else joined their little group.
"Hello, I'll be your troop leader here at Camp Happy Pants," the newcomer said. They all gasped. "Oh, hi, Yoh-kun."
"Silva? What're you doing here? Why are you a troop leader at Camp Happy Pants?"
Silva then launched into the story of Camp Happy Pants. "Well, the Patch tribe decided to buy this old camp and turn it into one for their own profit. The ten priests became the troop leaders, and --"
Ren cut him off. "Why do the troop numbers skip from nine to 69?"
"We used to have 69 troops in total, but the cabins -- along with the campers -- for troops ten through 68 were destroyed in an unfortunate mudslide. We didn't have enough funds to rebuild those cabins, so we just kept one through nine and 69," Silva explained.
Horo snickered. "Troop 69... 69."
"What's so funny?" Ren asked, annoyed, in a suggesting manner.
"When you flip 69 over, it's still 69!" Horo replied through snickers. Everyone gave him lame looks.
"I think it's about time I gave the tour of the camp," Silva decided, and he led everyone off toward the lake.
"This is Lake Happy Pants. It has been said that a creature inhabits the depths of the lake, only surfacing on the night of the second Tuesday of every month," Silva explained, wiggling his fingers and 'ooh'ing for effect.
The eight stared blankly at Silva before he cleared his throat and continued the tour. He led them on, toward a large hole near the lake.
"This is the mud pit," Silva stated, pointing down into the hole.
Horo looked down before noting, "There's no mud in here." Silva sighed, glanced around, then leaned next to Horo's ear.
"When it rains, the hole gets muddy. Then we get the boys -- you guys -- to wrestle... naked... in it. And we place bets and take pictures. But you didn't hear that from me. If anybody asks, Faust has been telling people that when they pass by the infirmary."
"I really didn't need to hear that," Chocolove moaned, backing away from Silva.
"Yeah... well... Let's go," he said, dragging Troop 69 onward. As they headed toward the archery field, Troop Eight -- led by Nichrome -- passed.
"Look, it's Troop 69," Nichrome taunted. He stuck his finger in Ren's face, wiggling it, as his troop laughed.
"Back off, Nichrome," Silva warned, glaring. He merely smiled.
"See you on the battlefield... I mean... campgrounds," one member of Troop Eight drawled as the two troops parted.
"Don't let him get to you, Silva. We'll be the best troop... and we'll beat them at mud wrestling," Yoh comforted, patting Silva's arm.
"Thanks. Now, this is the archery field. And over yonder is the infirmary, where Faust is. We won't visit it now because I've heard he's rather partial to Manta..."
Manta cringed at the last remark but said nothing as they continued. They walked past the canoe dock and stopped in front of a rickety building labeled 'Arts and Crafts.' Silva opened the door and allowed them to file into the dimly lit shack.
"This is where you will get your fill of the artsy and the craftsy," Silva said, motioning around at the picnic tables that held objects such as glue, popsicle sticks, colored paper, scissors, and glitter on their tops.
At a table in the corner, Amidamaru, Bason, Spirit of Fire, and Tokageroh sat. Yoh's dad stood over them, instructing the group on how to make stick art.
As Troop 69 turned to leave, Spirit of Fire let out an unhappy roar.
"Go to the time out corner and don't come back until you can stop burning the popsicle sticks," Yoh's dad scolded, pointing to the corner farthest from them.
"Let's move on," Silva muttered, shuffling his troop out of the door.
The tour progressed up the east bank of the lake, up toward the cabins.
"These are the cabins," Silva stated, pointing to the nine spacious cabins to their right.
"Wow," Horo marveled, then asked, "Which one is ours?"
Silva shifted a bit then replied with, "None of them. Cabin 69 is down past the Mess Hall."
"Mess Hall? This place has somewhere that we purposely make a mess?" Horo said excitedly, earning more lame looks from the rest of Troop 69.
"Off to our right is the forest," Silva continued by unnecessarily gesturing to the trees in the general direction of left. He then turned them around and led them back down, stopping briefly to show them the Mess Hall and explain to Horo that it was a place for eating rather than making messes.
The troop traveled even farther down, into another forest.
"Where're we going?" Everyone grumbled, seeing as Manta's question had voiced all of their thoughts -- except Lyserg's. He was glaring hatefully at Hao, and something along the lines of 'Hao killed my parents' was probably running through his mind.
"To Cabin 69," Silva answered simply. The troop shot each other questioning glances as they went on trekking through the brush.
For the following minutes, nothing exciting happened. They made small talk, Lyserg tripped over a tree root, and many an article of clothes were ripped on branches. Everyone was more than a little annoyed when, about 1500 yards away from the camp, Silva spoke up.
"Here we are," he announced, pushing a tree limb out of the way and stepping over some bushes.
In a tiny clearing, overgrown with plants, stood Cabin 69. Unlike the other cabins, it was not at all spacious nor was it well-built. The one window they could see had a broken pane of glass and was boarded up from the inside. Huge chunks of wood were missing from the roof, and the doorstep was littered with bones -- none of them human, as far as they could tell.
If there was any doubt in their minds as to if they were in the right place, it was instantly diminished once Silva said, "Welcome to Cabin 69."
Troop 69 screamed.
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To Be Continued!
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Poor Troop 69... condemned to a crappy cabin and a mean rival troop. Anyway, next chapter should be up soon, since we already have part of it written, and Christmas break is coming up, so no school to delay us. Exams shouldn't slow anything down... hopefully.
Review, please! ^__^