Flower Moon
It was officially mud season at Piston Peaks National Park, which meant it was time for the Smokejumpers to arrive in force. There weren't any new members so Cabbie had split the crew loads, because even though the mountain air was still relatively cool there was no way that Cabbie could carry the Smokejumpers and all of their luggage up to base.
As the two senior members of the team Dynamite and Avalanche were brought in the first load so that they could get the smokejumper hanger habitable and start digging through the beginning of the season paperwork. Pinecone, Drip, and Blackout arrived two days later in the middle of inventory. This meant that Blade, Maru, Dynamite, and Avalanche where busy making sure that they had the supplies the needed to properly run the base over the coming also meant that the rest smokejumpers were left pretty much on supervised as they started in on the spring cleaning and painting tasks around the base, while the higher-ups tried to complete a dump truck load of paperwork. This went about as well as one would expect.
"Do you think that we could successfully plant flowers on the top of Dipper's hanger?" Drip paused from his painting to stare at the flying boat's hanger.
"Que?" Blackout asked in surprise.
"You know?" Drip motioned his blade towards the roof. "We have all of this mud, if we got them on top of the hanger roof do you think we could grow some flowers or something?"
"You do know that is a terrible idea." Pinecone rolled her eyes at her fellow firefighters.
"It might be loco, but it could work." Blackout replied and when Pinecone shot him a look of utter annoyance he shrugged. "Windlifter could easily transport all the barro that would be needed."
"I wonder if…" Drip started, a dreamy look starting to develop in his eyes. The other members of his team turned to look at the hanger and just speculated on how they would keep the mud on the roof if they used Windlifter to get it up there. A quiet hush fell over base, which was unnerving enough to be noticed.
"I don't know what you are thinking about doing, but you will stop planning it immediately!" Cabbie's voice echoed across base from where he had been napping in his hanger.
Startled, the smokejumpers paused and stared at each other for a few long rotor beats. Then Drip could stop himself from sniggering and his teammates dissolved into laughter a moment later. That particular reaction was all that Dynamite and Avalanche needed to know, and they quickly came rolling out of Blade's hanger to glare at the rest of the team.
"Okay, boys, if you have enough time to start coming up with ways to get yourself in trouble I clearly haven't been working you hard enough." Dynamite sighed, then clearing her throat she prepared to give orders. "Well you sorry lot, go grab your day backs we are going to go clean up some trails."
The gravel munchers grumbled, but they bent their blades to the work at hand. Even though they were out of practice and their treds struggled to provide traction in the gooey mess, professional pride forced them to do their best. When they got back to base, it was clear that Dynamite had succeeded to tame her team. None of the smokejumpers had enough energy to cause anymore chaos...in fact they were too exhausted to even stay awake in the power washer.