The students of Mr. Cooper's first grade and Mrs. Wright's second-grade classes had crash-landed on an island somewhere in the middle of Lake Huron, one of the Great Lakes of Michigan. The island is dominated by a tropical forest made up of palm trees, coconut trees, fruit trees, bushes, flowering plants, and other forms of vegetation. Located in the middle of the island is a huge, tall mountain comprising of light pink rocks and stones. The mountain is colored pink because of the reflection of sunlight and blue sky fused together. Surrounding the edges of the island is a beach currently hit repeatedly by small, calm waves. Seagulls fly above the beach and waters squawking, and a few reddish-orange crabs crawl all over the coast, passing by some seashells and clams. The greenery of the forest, the pinkish mountain, and the beautiful calm waves bombarding the coast make the island a very picturesque scene from aerial view, or from a distance if one was on a boat.
Somewhere on the beach is the wreckage of the private school plane the first and second grade classes once rode on. Smoke from the burning engines of the wrecked plane rose high into the sky exceeding the peak of the pink mountain. Many palm trees and coconut trees were toppled over as a result of the collision with the plane, and its nose is obliterated by a huge grey rock in front it, leaving huge scraps of metal dangling on what once was the plane's nose.
Leaving the crash site are the first and second graders of Mr. Cooper and Mrs. Wright's classes who barely survived the plane crash. They are slowly walking on the sandy beach of the island, looking very exhausted. Their clothes are torn and ripped, and a few young pupils even had cuts on their faces, limbs, elbows, or knees. As they are distant enough from their wrecked school plane they suddenly collapsed on the sandy ground from exhaustion. The crash knocked them into fatigueness as some of them were injured. They may be tired and hurt, but at least they were still alive.
"Lola?" Lana asked her polar-opposite twin sister in a weak voice.
"Yes?" Lola responded weakly.
"Are we still alive?"
"I think so."
Lola looks around her surroundings. Her vision is a bit blurred, so she cannot really confirm that she, her sisters, and their friends are still alive. She then resumes looking back up at the blue sky, vision still blurred.
"Ugh. My head hurts," Lola muttered, placing her hand on her head. "My vision is blurred. I can't see that well."
"Neither can I," uttered Lana.
"I can't tell if we're in heaven, hell, or purgatory; though, I highly believe we are in heaven or, hopefully, alive."
"Actually, we are alive, dear ninth eldest sibling," Lisa corrected the princess, in a sitting position facing away from Lola and Lana. The Loud twins, as well as the rest of the children, all turn their attention to the young intellectual. The twins' vision also returned to normal.
"In fact, the probability of surviving a plane crash is higher than dying in one with one in five million," Lisa explained. "It's also a fact that you're more likely to die crossing a road than in a plane crash."
"Woah. That's crazy," Lana commented, sitting up.
"Crazy indeed," Lisa then faces her older siblings revealing a crack on the right lens of her glasses, "eighth elder sibling."
"Phew!" Lola is relieved, sitting up like Lana. "I thought we were dead, though it would be amazing if we were in heaven." She shrugs. "Oh well, I guess we'll have to wait eighty more years for us to finally go there."
"Okay. Now that we know that we're still alive," said Winston, "how many of us are alive?"
The young, wealthy boy stands up and begins counting his classmates and friends in order: himself, Lola, Lana, Skippy, Roxanne, Alfred, Lucas, Marcus, Mike, Gus, Meli (from Community Disservice), Lisa, Darcy, David, Greg, Jackie, Claudette, Chinah, Lexie, Lindsay, Francis, Charlotte, Petey, Jacqueline, Patty, Alex, Jessie, Mickey, Lotta, Lizzie, Carl, Adelaide, Jane, Julia, Mika, and the remaining being the rest of the first graders.
"Okay. So all of us here are kids," said Winston. Suddenly, he realized that two people are missing. "Wait, if there are only kids here, then," he gulps in fear, "are Mr. Cooper and Mrs. Wright… dead?"
"Negative," Lisa responded.
"Lisa, Darcy, Greg, and I brought out our educators while we escaped the wreckage," David explained as he points to Mrs. Wright and Mr. Cooper lying on the sandy ground unconscious, their clothes also torn.
"We performed an anatomical analysis on our instructors and ascertained that they were knocked unconscious when we crashed," explained Greg. "The resulting knockout was from a blow to the head."
"We also discovered that they have a few bone fractures on their arms, but they're not as severe as to be considered fatal," added David.
"To put it simply, they are not dead," proclaimed Lisa.
"Phew!" Winston wiped the sweat from his forehead. The other pupils are also relieved to hear that their teachers are still alive.
"What about the pilot?" Lucas asked the young intellectuals.
"Unfortunately, we can't state the same result for the pilot," Lisa admitted, looking down in sorrow.
"We we were about to save him, it was already too late. The pilot was found dead at the scene," David stated mournfully.
"We performed an anatomical analysis on him also and ascertained that the cause of death was severe cerebral damage and severe skeleton fractures all over his body," the doleful Greg explained. "May the pilot rest in peace," he placed his hand on his heart.
The children all stand up and remain silent, closing their eyes and placing their hands over their hearts as they remember the pilot that had saved them from death with his life-saving maneuvering skills.
After a few seconds of mournful silence, Lana speaks up, "Well, now that we know we are all alive, except for the pilot, and we are stranded on an island, at least I think this is an island, how are we gonna call for help?"
"Uh, hello!" Chinah exclaimed causally. "We have our phones." She, Jackie, and Claudette pull out their smartphones and show it to everybody. "We can just call for help, and we're out of this island or peninsula in no time!"
The three girls try to turn on their phones, but instead a signal bar with a red X on it appears on the screens of each mobile, indicating that the phones have no signal.
"Ugh, seriously?! No signal?! At a time like this?!" Chinah complained. Jackie and Claudette are frustrated as well.
"Welp, calling for help is out of the question," said Gus.
"Wait. If we can't call for help, then...are we stuck here...FOREVER?!" Darcy exclaimed in fear.
Then, the young Homendollar begins crying thinking that they will never escape from the island and never see their families again. Tears gush out of Darcy's eyes like a waterfall. Soon, the other first graders start crying as well, feeling the pain and fear Darcy is currently feeling. In a matter of seconds, Mr. Cooper's entire first grade class, except Lisa and David, are bawling their eyes out. The second graders just stand there watching their first grade counterparts crying, some of them covering their ears due to the whining being too loud. Eventually, Lola could no longer take the crying. She places her thumb and index finger on her lips and blows, creating a very loud, whistling sound. The whistle was loud enough to make the first graders stop fretting and catch their attention; it also caused the second graders to cover their ears.
"QUIET!" Lola shouted after she stopped her whistle. Everyone, especially Mr. Cooper's class (though they are a bit teary eyed), now have their full attention on the princess. "We are NOT gonna stay here forever!" the pageant queen exerted, "at least I hope not. But that doesn't mean we should just give up! Instead of crying like little babies, we should try to find another way to signal help!"
"And," Darcy sniffs, "how are you going to do that?"
"Well…" Lola tries to think of another way to signal help, but can't think of anything, "about that. You see, I don't know. Yet!"
Suddenly, Lisa speaks up, "I have a suggestion."
"You do?"
"Positive," Lisa confirmed. "Now let me explain. With calling for help out of the equation, we should try to make smoke signals. Smoke signals are the most effective way to gain the attention of rescuers."
Lisa's suggestion for smoke signals reminded Lana of something. "Oh yeah! Don't you guys remember?" She faced her second grade classmates. "During our camping trip from last summer, Ranger Marshall taught us how to create smoke signals in case we were lost!"
"Oh yeah!" Lola continued from where her tomboyish twin left off. "I remember! We need to start a fire in order to create smoke signals! That way, when we see a boat from a distance we start the fire and make smoke signals, hoping that a crew member will spot the signals and come to our rescue! Lisa, you're a genius!"
"I believe I already know that, female sibling," said Lisa, smiling proudly and adjusting her glasses a bit.
"Hey! I'm the one who reminded us of Ranger Marshall! I should also take the credit!" Lana protested before crossing her arms in disappointment.
"Alright. Umm…" Lola looks around her surroundings, trying to find a place to start a fire. "Where do we start a fire?"
"Why ask?" said Gus. "We can just start a fire here."
"All we need are short and small logs to burn," explained Mike.
"And we'll use one of the nerd's glasses to reflect sunlight towards the wood," added Marcus.
The princess ignores all three boys. She looks at the forest; then at the beach trying to find the location to set up the flame. Just then, she spots the pink mountain behind the many palm and fruit trees and gets an idea.
"Hey! How about we go to that mountain? Y'know, the higher the altitude, the higher the chances of a boat spotting the smoke signal," suggested Lola.
"She has a point," Lizzie agreed, facing her schoolmates and friends.
"Wait. Does that mean we have to be hiking on the mountain?" Jackie asked, disliking the idea of hiking due to their current conditions.
"Well, not all of us," confessed Lola. "Lana, Lisa, and I will hike up the mountain. The rest of you will stay here and keep an eye out for ships in case they row by."
"Oh, phew!" Jackie is relieved as well as the rest of the pageant girls and the injured kids.
Lola focuses her pupils at Lana and Lisa and orders them, "You two heard me. We're going hiking to see if that mountain," she points at the mountain, "is a good place to start a fire."
"Yay! We're goin' hikin'!" Lana cheered.
"Eh," Lisa shrugged. "I could use the exercise."
"Alright then, follow me, you two!" Lola then turns her back on her sisters and walks into the forest. Lana and Lisa run after Lola to catch up with her. The rest of the children all watch the three Louds enter the greenery of the forest as they also keep an eye out for passing ships somewhere in the waters of Lake Huron.