Woot, another chapter! Hehe, read it please and leave a review. I would like to know how I can improve my writing techniques and stuff. A lot of you guys are really great writers, and I would love for you to critique me.

Charles was letting out an ear-splitting scream, but nothing could be heard but wind lashing at their faces. They were flying through nothing but white. Charles stared in disbelief as a bright yellow rubber duck floated by. That was the most random thing he had ever seen. In a few seconds, their senses were blurred, and the next thing they knew, they were on a forest floor.

"Ow my back," said Charles bluntly as they got up.

"Glad you could make it," said Hawkeye, helping them up. "Um... is the Col. coming?"

"Ah, no," said B.J. as he brushed himself off. "He decided to go back to the camp and tell everyone what is happening."

Hawkeye was about to say something, but he just kept to himself. They all stood up and stared at their surroundings.

"Well, here we are. America-2005. Isn't it gorgeous?" said the girl as she looked around. Then a thought hit her. "Mom and Dad! Oh crud!" She randomly darted off at full speed, leaving the others behind.

The others exchanged glances, then took off after her. They fleeted after her, branches smacking their faces as they tried to keep her within view.

Soon, she stopped. Looking over an empty concrete slab, sorrow in her eyes. "They left without me..."

Hawkeye finally caught up to her first, panting like a dog, then the others showed up behind him. "What? Who left without you?" he asked.

"My... my parents... they were camped right here! They went and left without me!" she cried.

"Well, I wouldn't be mad at them," said Klinger as he was over a couple feet examining a tree.

The others, curious to see what he was looking at, headed over there too. There was a missing person sign up, with the girls face on it.

"Missing, Heather "Sketcher"Gulsten, brown hair, hazel eyes, 5foot 2inches. If you've seen this girl, please call the number below and there will be a reward..." said Hawkeye.

Hawkeye- Hold on! I have to interrupt the story!

Sushified- What? Why?

Hawkeye- You thought you would be clever to just now put her name in and what she looks like. What, did you forget to put it in before, so now you decide you would be clever by putting it up on a sign? Well, you have to get up much more earlier than that to fool ol' Hawkeye!

Sushified- sigh You caught me. Yeah, I am sorry for my negligence of putting her name and description up. Also, I did think I could pull the wool over your eyes, but I guess I was wrong.

Hawkeye- Ok, I'll forgive you this time, but don't do it again!

Sushified, ok, I won't. :)

"Look, let's go call the number, and they will be glad to hear your voice," said Hawkeye, a little warmth in his voice.

They all headed over to the lodge to use the phone. Heather just kept heading into the entryway, but Hawkeye, Charles, B.J., and Klinger were fixated on the candy machine out front. Heather turned back around to look at them, a really amused face on.

"Guys, it's a candy machine,"

"What is this stuff!" wondered Klinger out loud. "KitKat? Fast Break? I've never heard of any of these before!"

"Yeah, it's what keeps America awake these days, pretty sad huh? Well, I guess I will go use the phone, you can stay out here and stare at that if you like," she said as she headed back inside.

They watched her head into the building, then they went back to staring at the candy machine. A few minutes later, a warden came striding up to them, a stern look on his face.

"Can't you guys read?" he said in a cold voice as he motioned to the wall behind them.

There was a sign as plain as day that read "No Loitering."

Inside the building, Sketcher was getting very frustrated because no one was answering the phone at her house. She just gave up and headed back for the door. She froze in her tracks when she saw what was going on outside.

Charles, B.J., and Klinger were all up against the wall, and Hawkeye was being pepper-sprayed by an angry warden.

"WHAT IS GOING ON?" screamed Sketcher.

"These men were breaking the law, and were getting belligerent. I have the right to defend myself in these dangerous positions!" shouted the warden in a drone-like voice.

"MY GOD, I WAS JUST ASKING FOR A DOLLAR! AAAHHH!" cried Hawkeye as he rolled on the ground.

"Officer, look. You can't blame them! There are tourists from, um, Canada, they don't know the rules here!" protested Sketcher.

The warden looked down at Hawkeye. "You're from Canada?"

"Ay," he answered, very winded.

"Well, why didn't you say so? I guess I could let it slide this time," said the warden.

Sketcher rolled her eyes as she helped Hawkeye off the ground. The others got off the wall and brushed of their shirts. The strange warden gave them one last stare, and then just left.

"I wonder what his problem was," wondered B.J.

"He must have gotten up on the wrong side of the forest. Hey Sketcher, what's going on with your parents?" asked Hawkeye.

"Well, they're not answering, so I am guessing we'll have to hitch a ride home or something," she said as she looked up at the clouding sky.

Knowing there's nothing else they could do, they started down the road that leads to her hometown, 45 miles away.