Sorry it took so long to update. We're lazy. Well, Merry Christmas, minna-san! Here's the next chapter.
I put a shounen-ai warning, but there isn't any at the moment. There may not be any at the rate we're going... so, you know... yeah...
Disclaimer: We no own. Leave us 'lone. ;; -slaps Becky for her crappy rhyming disclaimer-
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Camp Happy Pants
By I R PinkCake and Bo Jangles [ a.k.a. TheHineyGods ]
Chapter Two - 'Meeting Troop Eight'
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Troop 69 marched into the cabin. They screamed... again. The inside of the cabin was as bad as the outside.
Vines wound their way up the posts of the four bunk bed. Weeds were sprouting through the floor boards near the door.
"This cabin sucks," Horo complained, earning nods from the rest of the troop. As everyone voiced their opinion on how bad the cabin was, Lyserg sat on one of the bottom bunks.
"I think I'll take this bunk... and burn it," Hao said mockingly, appearing in front of Lyserg.
"You killed my parents!" Lyserg screeched, lunging at Hao. Ryu grabbed Lyserg around the waist as he flew at Hao, who was smiling merrily at them.
"No use in attacking him. You can sleep on the bed above mine..." Ryu kept talking as he dragged Lyserg across the crumbling cabin to the bed farthest away from Hao.
As the rest of the group picked beds -- Horo above Ren, Hao above Yoh, and Chocolove above Manta -- Silva opened a large box and began removing clothes from it.
"What's that?" Chocolove asked, watching Silva remove pair after pair of matching shorts.
"Your uniforms," he replied, pulling a large stack of shirts from the box. He handed out the outfits, which consisted of a white button-down shirt, a pair of dark green shorts, knee-high socks, and ugly brown shoes. When Silva got to Lyserg, he sighed.
"All I have left is this tiny pair of shorts. They must have given me the wrong size. Sorry," he apologized, handing Lyserg the extremely short shorts.
No one bothered to voice any complaints as they changed into their camp uniforms, though many a grumble could be heard. Once finished, Silva told them they could take a break before heading to the welcoming ceremony.
Said break ended up being nothing more than the troop members sitting on their bunks, wallowing in self-pity at their bad fortune. Silva had left the building to do who-knows-what, leaving them alone for a while.
"This cabin sucks. This uniform sucks. This camp sucks," Horo went on as he lay on his bed, ticking off all of the crappy things they'd encountered so far.
"Kisama," Ren growled from the bunk below his, "shut up."
"Ren's attitude sucks..." Horo yelped and jumped up when the point of Ren's kwan dao pierced through the thin wood and mattress of his bunk. Both boys were in a loud argument, most of the others trying to calm them down, when Silva ran in, holding a pointed stick as if he was ready for battle.
Everyone quieted and turned to stare at him. He glanced around and put the stick down, saying, "Sorry, I figured it was a snake or something that you were yelling about. That tends to happen often."
Wary looks were cast at the cabin floor as those on the bottom bunks pulled up their feet from it.
"Anyway, the ceremony's going to start soon, so let's go," Silva announced, motioning for them to follow him.
Surprisingly, they weren't the last troop to arrive at the welcoming ceremony, which was being held where they had first been assigned to Troop 69. This was probably because Silva had made them leave so early.
Once all of the troops were present, the same man who had greeted the crowd when the first arrived at the camp returned to the stage.
"How is everyone enjoying their first day of camp?" he asked happily. Most of the crowd responded with enthusiastic screams. Troop 69 gave each other looks.
"That's great! Now, I'd like to welcome you to Camp Happy Pants once again.
"Here at the welcoming ceremony, I'll introduce the troop leaders and tell the story of Camp Happy Pants. Let's begin," he said, and the ten troop leaders lined up on the stage. Troop 69 could see Nichrome making faces at Silva from a few spots down the row.
The leaders were introduced one by one then returned to their respective troops once it was done.
"Okay, gather around, and let me tell the tale of how the camp came to be." The crowd shuffled closer, and Troop 69 had to be unwillingly ushered forward by Silva.
"Once upon a time," the man began, "there was a tribe with ten priests. The tribe wasn't very good at making money, and had to get by with their little village in which they sold overpriced food and cheap crafts.
"Then, one day, they happened to gain possession of a sickly little camp and turned it into the presently named Camp Happy Pants. The camp saw many hardships, such as the mudslide that wiped out almost all of the cabins and the plague of locusts that mangled the arts and crafts building.
"The camp still managed to survive and is doing very nicely to this day, as you can see... and that's about it!" The crowd cheered, but it was still heard when someone shouted out.
"How could there be a mudslide if there're no mountains around here?"
The announcer glanced around unsurely then grinned and went on. "Well then, I believe that's it! Everyone's free to mingle and leave whenever they feel. But, remember, stay with your troop." He walked off the stage and disappeared from sight.
'Mingling' wasn't exactly what Troop 69 had in mind, and they were about to head off when Troop Eight cut them off.
"Well, I suppose we all know who the whore of Troop 69 is, don't we?" Nichrome remarked snidely, eyeing Lyserg's shorts with a smirk. His troop snickered.
"Lyserg isn't a whore!" Ryu cried, stepping in front of Lyserg to block him from Troop Eight's view.
"Don't worry, we don't want him. We just wanted to introduce ourselves before we beat the snot out of you guys in the mud pit," said the outspoken troop member.
"Now, now. Spike, you shouldn't jump to such conclusions. Just because Silva's team consists of a whore, a bum, a munchkin, an idiot, a kid with a serious cowlick, a guy that's WAY too old to be here, some weird kid in a dress, and an extremely pretty long-haired boy doesn't mean that he's meant to lose. Oh, wait... yes, it does!" Nichrome screeched happily, earning scowls from most of Troop 69 and earsplitting screams of laughter from his own troop.
As Silva turned to lead his troop back to their cabin, Nichrome grew serious. He looked Silva directly in the eye, brought his hand up to his neck, and used a single finger to draw a line across it. He then pointed to Silva and Troop 69.
This motion pushed Ren to his breaking point. He called out for Bason as he stepped to the front of the group. But when his spirit appeared behind him, Troop Eight did not gasp in horror. Instead, they began to giggle.
"Kisamara! What's so funny?!" Ren demanded. To his surprise, his own troop was also laughing. Upon turning around, what they were laughing at became miserably apparent.
There was Bason, floating gloriously above Ren, in a frilly pink apron.
"We were in the middle of cooking class, young master," Bason explained as Troop Eight rolled on the ground behind Ren, all holding their stomachs because of the laughter.
At this, Silva put his hand on Ren's back and led him, and the rest of Troop 69, back to the cabin.
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Where's your holiday spirit? Review!
I put a shounen-ai warning, but there isn't any at the moment. There may not be any at the rate we're going... so, you know... yeah...
Disclaimer: We no own. Leave us 'lone. ;; -slaps Becky for her crappy rhyming disclaimer-
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Camp Happy Pants
By I R PinkCake and Bo Jangles [ a.k.a. TheHineyGods ]
Chapter Two - 'Meeting Troop Eight'
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Troop 69 marched into the cabin. They screamed... again. The inside of the cabin was as bad as the outside.
Vines wound their way up the posts of the four bunk bed. Weeds were sprouting through the floor boards near the door.
"This cabin sucks," Horo complained, earning nods from the rest of the troop. As everyone voiced their opinion on how bad the cabin was, Lyserg sat on one of the bottom bunks.
"I think I'll take this bunk... and burn it," Hao said mockingly, appearing in front of Lyserg.
"You killed my parents!" Lyserg screeched, lunging at Hao. Ryu grabbed Lyserg around the waist as he flew at Hao, who was smiling merrily at them.
"No use in attacking him. You can sleep on the bed above mine..." Ryu kept talking as he dragged Lyserg across the crumbling cabin to the bed farthest away from Hao.
As the rest of the group picked beds -- Horo above Ren, Hao above Yoh, and Chocolove above Manta -- Silva opened a large box and began removing clothes from it.
"What's that?" Chocolove asked, watching Silva remove pair after pair of matching shorts.
"Your uniforms," he replied, pulling a large stack of shirts from the box. He handed out the outfits, which consisted of a white button-down shirt, a pair of dark green shorts, knee-high socks, and ugly brown shoes. When Silva got to Lyserg, he sighed.
"All I have left is this tiny pair of shorts. They must have given me the wrong size. Sorry," he apologized, handing Lyserg the extremely short shorts.
No one bothered to voice any complaints as they changed into their camp uniforms, though many a grumble could be heard. Once finished, Silva told them they could take a break before heading to the welcoming ceremony.
Said break ended up being nothing more than the troop members sitting on their bunks, wallowing in self-pity at their bad fortune. Silva had left the building to do who-knows-what, leaving them alone for a while.
"This cabin sucks. This uniform sucks. This camp sucks," Horo went on as he lay on his bed, ticking off all of the crappy things they'd encountered so far.
"Kisama," Ren growled from the bunk below his, "shut up."
"Ren's attitude sucks..." Horo yelped and jumped up when the point of Ren's kwan dao pierced through the thin wood and mattress of his bunk. Both boys were in a loud argument, most of the others trying to calm them down, when Silva ran in, holding a pointed stick as if he was ready for battle.
Everyone quieted and turned to stare at him. He glanced around and put the stick down, saying, "Sorry, I figured it was a snake or something that you were yelling about. That tends to happen often."
Wary looks were cast at the cabin floor as those on the bottom bunks pulled up their feet from it.
"Anyway, the ceremony's going to start soon, so let's go," Silva announced, motioning for them to follow him.
Surprisingly, they weren't the last troop to arrive at the welcoming ceremony, which was being held where they had first been assigned to Troop 69. This was probably because Silva had made them leave so early.
Once all of the troops were present, the same man who had greeted the crowd when the first arrived at the camp returned to the stage.
"How is everyone enjoying their first day of camp?" he asked happily. Most of the crowd responded with enthusiastic screams. Troop 69 gave each other looks.
"That's great! Now, I'd like to welcome you to Camp Happy Pants once again.
"Here at the welcoming ceremony, I'll introduce the troop leaders and tell the story of Camp Happy Pants. Let's begin," he said, and the ten troop leaders lined up on the stage. Troop 69 could see Nichrome making faces at Silva from a few spots down the row.
The leaders were introduced one by one then returned to their respective troops once it was done.
"Okay, gather around, and let me tell the tale of how the camp came to be." The crowd shuffled closer, and Troop 69 had to be unwillingly ushered forward by Silva.
"Once upon a time," the man began, "there was a tribe with ten priests. The tribe wasn't very good at making money, and had to get by with their little village in which they sold overpriced food and cheap crafts.
"Then, one day, they happened to gain possession of a sickly little camp and turned it into the presently named Camp Happy Pants. The camp saw many hardships, such as the mudslide that wiped out almost all of the cabins and the plague of locusts that mangled the arts and crafts building.
"The camp still managed to survive and is doing very nicely to this day, as you can see... and that's about it!" The crowd cheered, but it was still heard when someone shouted out.
"How could there be a mudslide if there're no mountains around here?"
The announcer glanced around unsurely then grinned and went on. "Well then, I believe that's it! Everyone's free to mingle and leave whenever they feel. But, remember, stay with your troop." He walked off the stage and disappeared from sight.
'Mingling' wasn't exactly what Troop 69 had in mind, and they were about to head off when Troop Eight cut them off.
"Well, I suppose we all know who the whore of Troop 69 is, don't we?" Nichrome remarked snidely, eyeing Lyserg's shorts with a smirk. His troop snickered.
"Lyserg isn't a whore!" Ryu cried, stepping in front of Lyserg to block him from Troop Eight's view.
"Don't worry, we don't want him. We just wanted to introduce ourselves before we beat the snot out of you guys in the mud pit," said the outspoken troop member.
"Now, now. Spike, you shouldn't jump to such conclusions. Just because Silva's team consists of a whore, a bum, a munchkin, an idiot, a kid with a serious cowlick, a guy that's WAY too old to be here, some weird kid in a dress, and an extremely pretty long-haired boy doesn't mean that he's meant to lose. Oh, wait... yes, it does!" Nichrome screeched happily, earning scowls from most of Troop 69 and earsplitting screams of laughter from his own troop.
As Silva turned to lead his troop back to their cabin, Nichrome grew serious. He looked Silva directly in the eye, brought his hand up to his neck, and used a single finger to draw a line across it. He then pointed to Silva and Troop 69.
This motion pushed Ren to his breaking point. He called out for Bason as he stepped to the front of the group. But when his spirit appeared behind him, Troop Eight did not gasp in horror. Instead, they began to giggle.
"Kisamara! What's so funny?!" Ren demanded. To his surprise, his own troop was also laughing. Upon turning around, what they were laughing at became miserably apparent.
There was Bason, floating gloriously above Ren, in a frilly pink apron.
"We were in the middle of cooking class, young master," Bason explained as Troop Eight rolled on the ground behind Ren, all holding their stomachs because of the laughter.
At this, Silva put his hand on Ren's back and led him, and the rest of Troop 69, back to the cabin.
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