Disclaimer: I own Carl, his family, everything that has to do with the
mental asylum, and Jukebox.
"Work? What work?" Carl asked bewildered.
"How many times must I tell you this is not a Girl Scout Camp? Everyday you will dig a hole five feet deep and five feet wide. You get one canteen for the day, and it gets filled at noon. You dig with your tent mates."
"But Mr. Sir - I'm only - "
"It doesn't matter that you are younger then everybody else! The judge ruled that if you were strong enough to knock out a two hundred fifty pound nurse, you can shovel dirt. After all, you have reached teenage years, so you should be fine."
"I knocked her out?" Carl asked bewilderedly.
"Yes, you did, now let's meet your tent!"
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"This is Mr. Pendanski. He will take you around from here." Mr. Sir said. He then walked back to the main office.
"Hi, I'm Mr. Pendanski, and you can remember my name by these three words: Pen, Dance, and Key."
"I'm Carl"
"Well, Carl, you will be in the D-tent. D stands for diligence." They walked to one of the tents. Inside were seven boys just sitting around and talking. Every single one of them looked older than Carl.
"Boys, meet your new tent mate! This is Carl. Carl, these are José, Theodore, Ricky, Lewis, Alan, Rex, and Harold."
"Mom! For the last time, my name is Jukebox!" Harold seemed horrified that more people then needed knew his first name.
"They like to call me Mom, and I let them. It makes them feel like they're having a normal family life" Carl shuddered. A normal family life was not something he had had in the last couple of years.
"They all have nicknames, as Harold just pointed out. Why don't you get to know each other?" Mr. Pendanski then proceeded out of the tent.
"My God, you're younger then the rest of us! What did you do to get yourself into this crap hole?" Alan asked.
"Squid! We introduce ourselves properly first!" Harold scolded. "I'm Jukebox."
"I'm Squid" Said Alan.
"I'm Magnet" Said Jose.
I'm Armpit" Said Theodore.
"I'm Zigzag" Said Ricky.
"I'm Barf Bag" Said Lewis.
"I'm X-Ray" Said Rex.
"So Carl, how did you end up here?" Squid persisted. Carl took a deep breath.
"Well, it's a really long story, and I'd rather not tell the whole thing, but in short, I had some problems at home, ended up in a mental asylum, and attacked a nurse twice my size and two and a half times my weight. Since I'm slightly mentally unstable, they figured I would be better off here with stuff to keep me busy." The tent was silent.
"Well, that's tough. We'll help you keep your wits and maybe you'll tell us the whole story. But for now, let's have the tour." Jukebox decided.
"Work? What work?" Carl asked bewildered.
"How many times must I tell you this is not a Girl Scout Camp? Everyday you will dig a hole five feet deep and five feet wide. You get one canteen for the day, and it gets filled at noon. You dig with your tent mates."
"But Mr. Sir - I'm only - "
"It doesn't matter that you are younger then everybody else! The judge ruled that if you were strong enough to knock out a two hundred fifty pound nurse, you can shovel dirt. After all, you have reached teenage years, so you should be fine."
"I knocked her out?" Carl asked bewilderedly.
"Yes, you did, now let's meet your tent!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"This is Mr. Pendanski. He will take you around from here." Mr. Sir said. He then walked back to the main office.
"Hi, I'm Mr. Pendanski, and you can remember my name by these three words: Pen, Dance, and Key."
"I'm Carl"
"Well, Carl, you will be in the D-tent. D stands for diligence." They walked to one of the tents. Inside were seven boys just sitting around and talking. Every single one of them looked older than Carl.
"Boys, meet your new tent mate! This is Carl. Carl, these are José, Theodore, Ricky, Lewis, Alan, Rex, and Harold."
"Mom! For the last time, my name is Jukebox!" Harold seemed horrified that more people then needed knew his first name.
"They like to call me Mom, and I let them. It makes them feel like they're having a normal family life" Carl shuddered. A normal family life was not something he had had in the last couple of years.
"They all have nicknames, as Harold just pointed out. Why don't you get to know each other?" Mr. Pendanski then proceeded out of the tent.
"My God, you're younger then the rest of us! What did you do to get yourself into this crap hole?" Alan asked.
"Squid! We introduce ourselves properly first!" Harold scolded. "I'm Jukebox."
"I'm Squid" Said Alan.
"I'm Magnet" Said Jose.
I'm Armpit" Said Theodore.
"I'm Zigzag" Said Ricky.
"I'm Barf Bag" Said Lewis.
"I'm X-Ray" Said Rex.
"So Carl, how did you end up here?" Squid persisted. Carl took a deep breath.
"Well, it's a really long story, and I'd rather not tell the whole thing, but in short, I had some problems at home, ended up in a mental asylum, and attacked a nurse twice my size and two and a half times my weight. Since I'm slightly mentally unstable, they figured I would be better off here with stuff to keep me busy." The tent was silent.
"Well, that's tough. We'll help you keep your wits and maybe you'll tell us the whole story. But for now, let's have the tour." Jukebox decided.