Camp Itazura
By Ishkabod
Chapter Four
The bus ride: Part One
After the camp councillors had everyone seated on the bus and the luggage taken care of the head of the camp stood up to address the campers before proceeding on their way.
"Hello campers my name Guido and I'm the head councillor at Camp Itazura. We will be on our way shortly and if anyone needs to use the bathroom there will be a rest stop half way there the bathroom in the back is for the councillors only because they have been here for hours already and may need it before the rest stop I'll go through most of the rules later on but for now all you need to know is that no getting up from you seat until the rest stop." He said "Any Questions"
"How long is the trip going to take?" asked a big kid sitting closer to the front than Dick and Roy.
"It should only be about four hours; the rest stop is after two hours. Any more questions?"
Dick stood up "how much time has been allotted for the rest stop."
"Now that's a good question. No less than fifteen minutes but if I tell you any more I might give away the surprise. Any more? Good I guess we can get going again, Charlie do you have anything to add."
"Just one sir, Kids It's going to be a LOOOONG drive so get your games out now before we start moving. If there is any throwing of snack food or any misbehaviour at all then I will pull the bus over to give Guido time to deal with the trouble makers. The more time we spend stopped the less time you will have to enjoy the rest stop. Think about that before you cause Trouble and make everyone mad at you and trust me you don't want to lose any time there. The trouble makers will not be allowed off the bus when we get there so sit back and enjoy the movie. If you look under your seats you'll see a set of headphones. You need those to listen to the movie."
He started up the big bus and we were on our way. Roy looked at me and mouthed Oh no. Not good and I nodded my head in agreement. The trap we set up was going to have consequences no matter what but I had a solution, laxatives in Charles the Seconds Drink. He'll be out of the way until long after the rest stop at the rate he's packing it back right now. So no immediate consequences. Roy can shoot it off the roof and right into his drink so he'll be sure to drink it and no one can blame us because we haven't left our seats in the back and Charles is three rows ahead of us. I took a few seconds to go over it again in my head to make sure there were no flaws then turned to Roy and described my plan. By the time we were able to get the laxatives out of storage without arousing suspicion Charles had already consumed five one litre bottles of Pepsi, four large bags of chips, seven sandwiches and ten chocolate bars. He had just opened another bottle of Pepsi and set it down in the drink holder to reach for another bag of chips. While he wasn't looking Roy carefully took aim and fired the little white pellet. I held my breath as it arced up and ricochet off the roof off the bus and down right into the drink. I released the breath i hadn't realized i was holding and looked over to Roy and we shared a grin. He already had the second one ready. The box said one but we figured that with the amount the boy ate two wouldn't hurt and would guarantee success. The second one didn't miss its target either and I watched with relief as Charles as oblivious as ever Guzzled the drugged pop down in one go.
"He sure does have a big mouth doesn't he" Roy stated
"You can say that again. And not just for food, you can often find him sticking his foot in it as well. One of these days he's going to choke on it." Roy laughed.
The two sat anxiously waiting for the drug to take effect. Ten minutes passed and they started to worry but just as Dick was about to open his mouth and suggest another try he noticed movement up front. It was Guido and he was heading back towards the washroom. The two boys shared a look of panic and would have missed Charles Dash to the bathroom if it wasn't for the scream of anger that came from the girl sitting next to him as he spilt all his food on her in his haste to make it to the back of the bus. He bowled over Guido on his way there and slammed the door in his face. Twin grins sprouted on the once worried faces of the two troublemakers but quickly disappeared as Guido got up and looked around in a daze.
"Did anyone catch the number of that dump truck?" he asked addressing the stall door. Roy spoke up
"I'm sorry sir but the only thing that ran you over is Charles and by the sounds of it I don't think he'll be out of there anytime soon."
"Thank you son I think I'll go sit down now. I'll have Barb come back here and check on him once we stop." He said as he turned around and started to make his way slowly to the front of the bus.
I turned to look at Roy and he grinned wickedly. "Prank #1 successful Grade for execution is A Originality C+ and Avoidance of punishment A. Now what do you want to try next?" I asked.
As the two boys schemed their first victim was not having fun. He hadn't moved form his sitting position but the smell was starting to make him nauseous so he figured he'd have to open the window or pass out. No one had any idea the power of the fumes coming from that bathroom until it was too late for a few unassuming Cows, Birds and Drivers with windows open following behind the bus. Lets just say the next hour the highway was impassable due the half a dozen cars, SUV's and Semi trucks that made up one of the worst car pile ups in History. Miraculously not a single person was injured or killed. Apparently the drivers had started to slow down due to drowsiness caused by the fumes until a cow wandered onto the road.
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AN; Guido is pronounced Gee-Doh the ee as in gee wiz but the G with a geh sound and doh like Homer says it. Basicly Ukrainain for Grandpa and if it's spelt wrong well i don't have a Ukrainian Dictionary and i never learned the language like my mom did.
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