"Ha!"

Another sheet of paper was slapped down on the table, all the kids – and Jack –panting from running, but looking pleased with themselves. River was barely breathing heavy.

Shawn looked at the paper, almost glad that he had broken his ankle. It sure beat the heck out of all that running.

"What's this?"

"A picture of dogs playing poker," Bruce said. "Just like the list says."

"We're off!" River yelled, taking off at a run. The kids all cheered, and ran off behind him, and Jack sighed tiredly and trotted off following. Jaffer snorted, and stayed next to Shawn's table, more than willing to be finished chasing campers around the camp picking up odds and ends.

Shawn looked down at the picture, and smiled.

"Let me see," Ann said, coming over.

"They don't look like dogs to me," Kelly said, coming over as well. "More like camels."

"And I think they have too many cards to be playing poker," Ann said.

"They kind of look like dogs," Shawn said, defending his cabin. "More like dogs than camels."

"Maybe it's upside down," Kelly said, chuckling and turning the picture the other way.

Shawn pretended to have his feelings hurt, and he took the picture away from her, holding it so she couldn't see it.

"It's dogs. Dogs playing poker. And I'm going to mark it off my list."

"You have to admit," the guy who was marking items off for Egypt – the eight-year-olds' cabin – said. "It's a lot better than that duck your kids found."

Ann looked at the little rubber ducky that was sitting on the table in front of her.

"What's wrong with it?"

"It's supposed to be a live duck."

"It doesn't say that," she protested.

"It means it, though."

"Well, if Shawn gets to use that picture of water buffaloes playing-"

"Dogs," Shawn interjected.

"Water buffaloes playing poker…" Ann continued. "Then I get to use this duck."

"I suppose-"

They were interrupted by Sally's group running up. Incredibly enough, they dropped a license plate on the table and ran off, already discussing the next item on their list.

"Who do you suppose they stole that from?" Shawn asked, shaking his head and wondering where a group of seven-year-olds had found a screwdriver to take off a license plate. Probably had been the counselor's idea.

"I don't know," Ann said as they watched Kelly check it off her list. "But they'd better remember to put it back when they're done with it."

OOOOOOOO

"Do we draw a picture?" Chance asked, looking at the last item on the list.

Jack shook his head.

"It doesn't say a picture of an elephant. It says an elephant."

River made a show of looking around.

"There aren't a lot of elephants running around here, Colonel. We have a better chance of finding a kangaroo."

"What about a key chain?" Sammy asked.

"What?"

Everyone was looking at the boy.

"I have a key chain with an elephant on it."

"Let's go get it!" Brian yelled, excitedly.

"It's at home."

The excitement on the faces of the boy fell so suddenly that it was almost comical. Sammy grinned.

"Just kidding, it's in my bag."

The Australian boys all groaned, grinning at getting a trick played on them, and then dog-piled Sammy, who went under with a squeal of delight before vanishing completely.

Jack looked over at River, smiling. He couldn't remember being that young and having that much energy.

"All right, guys," he finally said, reaching down and pulling Wilson off the pile by simply picking him up bodily. He wasn't so old he couldn't control a bunch of kids, after all. "Let's get going, or we're not going to win this thing."

If they didn't hurry, they were going to be dead last.

Sammy crawled out from under the pile, still smiling, and led the way to the cabin.

"I know right where it is," he assured them. "It's with my stuff."

River looked at Jack, watching as the boys ran up to the cabin.

"We're never going to find it, then."

OOOOOOOOOO

"Did you find everything you'll need?" Sam asked.

Janet nodded, holding up several shopping bags.

"Everything but the kitchen sink."

"Probably won't need one."

"That's what I was thinking."

They'd gone to the women's section of the store first, but Sam had shopped quickly, just grabbing the first two outfits that she'd found – and then grabbing some underclothes. She needed to shop for Jack and Jake as well, after all.

"How long do you think Ian's going to be out?" Sam asked as they walked to the infant's section of the store.

Janet shrugged.

"It depends on him. When he wakes up next, I'll stuff him to the gills with solid food and then let him go back to sleep. The next time he wakes up, we'll see how he feels."

"Before camp is out?"

"Probably. But I won't make any promises – especially if he gets stubborn and decides he's not going to go back."

"He has to," Sam said, choosing a sleeper for Jake. "The boys are worried about him."

"I can't make him, Sam…"

"If he starts to balk, I want you to call me."

Janet smiled.

"That's not nice."

"I know. But his boys are worried about him and they need to see him so they can be reassured that he's okay before camp is over."

"He doesn't think of them as his boys, I imagine."

"It doesn't matter if he does or not," she said, picking up a package of diapers. "They do, and that's all that counts."