I don't own Rugrats. I don't own Norway either, in case you were wondering.
Tommy had transferred most of Phil's things into his pack. Just enough to make Phil's pack lighter, but not enough to make Phil think that he wasn't pulling his weight.
The day had turned out to be much better then yesterday. The morning sun had dried up most of the rain, so there was little chance of anyone slipping. Good, Tommy thought. He glanced over at Phil yet again, but the other teen seemed happy, whistling a song that Tommy didn't recognize.
He stopped to check the map. They should be near Spider Creek by now. No sign of a creek, or river. He listened for any sign of water. Nothing. Great.
He decided to walk for another ten minutes. They could be going slower then he had thought.
But the next ten minutes brought no sign of water, and Tommy was forced to tell the others. "Guys, I think we're lost."
Phil stopped whistling in the middle of a bar. Chuckie glanced over at Phil before looking at Tommy. "We can't be lost, Tommy!" He exploded. "What about Phil?"
Tommy was already digging in his pack for the radio that had been issued to them at the start of the race. "I'll radio in for help." He announced. "I don't care about the race anymore."
His hand reached the spot where the radio should be, only to find nothing. No radio of any kind. "Uh-oh." He said.
"Great!" Phil exploded. "You lost the radio!" he stormed from the two of them, kicking rocks and shouting. About ten yards away, he sat down, holding his head, eyes closed. A huge, brain-splitting headache, like nothing he'd ever experienced before. He held his head, afraid that if he let go, his brains would splatter all over Tommy and Chuckie.
I need you back in one piece. In one piece. One piece. Stupid voice. Stupid Lil, didn't she know he was going to die?
But the pain edged away slowly, and after a couple minutes, he was able to open his eyes into slits. He saw the anxious faces of Tommy and Chuckie in front of him.
"I'm sorry, Phil." Tommy muttered. "I'm sorry I got us lost." He cast his mind around for something, anything that would take Phil's mind off their situation.
"Remember the time, right after Dil was born, that we wanted to take him back to the hospital, 'cause he wouldn't stop screaming?" recognition showed on Phil's face, so he kept going. "We got lost in these woods, and we were only two. We only had that Reptar thing." He kept going.
"And we got separated. You and Lil were together, but you thought Lil had died. Me and Dil were together, but I wanted Dil dead. Chuckie, I think you met up with Angelica and Spike." He said, smiling when he remembered. "Good ol' Spike, he was the one who saved us."
"I guess we've been worse off." Chuckie muttered. This was definitely true.
Tommy agreed and stood up, thinking out loud. "Our parents and the Y won't expect us back for two days, but there's that check point that we're supposed to reach by tonight or early tomorrow. When we don't check in, someone'll come looking for us. We just stay put." He glanced at Chuckie. "Can you build a fire?"
Chuckie nodded and went off to gather wood. Tommy knelt next to Phil. "Phil?" he looked up. "How bad is it, Phil?"
"Pre'y bad." He mumbled. Tommy gazed over at Chuckie struggling with a pile of small sticks.
"Listen, just sit tight. I'll get you out of this. I promise."
He ran off, leaving Phil alone. Hoping that he'd keep the promise.
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