A/N: Hey, everybody! Sorry it took me so long to update this fic, but here's a new chapter for you! I hope you enjoy it!

"Where are we going?" Georgie asked while pedaling his bike, following his brother's lead.

"To Ben's house. He said he w-w-wanted to show us s-s-something."

Once the Denbrough brothers arrived at the Hanscom household, they were greeted by Ben and Stan, who were currently the only Losers waiting outside the house. "Hey, Bill. Hey, Georgie," Ben said.

"Bill said you wanted to show us something," Georgie said.

"Yep, it's a surprise," Ben answered.

Beverly was the next to arrive, shortly followed by Mike. Richie and Eddie were the last to make it.

"Okay, so what is it that you wanted to show us, Hanscom?" Richie asked.

"Follow me," Ben said as he started pedaling away on his bike.

"You kidding me?" Richie said. The rest of the Losers (as well as Georgie, who at this point was pretty much considered an honorary Loser) started following Ben on their own bikes.

Ben led them to the Barrens. He slowed down as he approached a small wooden hatch on the ground. He pulled open the hatch and climbed down a ladder leading into an underground space. "Come on down here," Ben told the others.

Beverly was the first to follow his lead. Then Richie, then Bill, Georgie, Eddie, Stan, and Mike. What they saw down there truly impressed everybody. It was a large room built entirely underground. The walls were lined with wooden planks, and the roof was supported with thick, wooden beams and pillars.

"What the dick is this?" Richie said. "How'd you build it?"

"When did you build it?" Bill asked.

"Here and there, I guess," Ben said. "It was already dug out from something, so I just had to reinforce the walls and get some wood for the roof door, and that's pretty much it. Pretty good for my first time, huh?" Ben leaned against one of the wooden pillars, causing it to shift a bit and loosen a section of the roof. Everyone jumped at the sudden crash of the fallen roof. Luckily, no one was standing under there.

"Now that's a cool feature," Richie said. "What happens when you put your hand on the other pillar, professor?"

"Okay, you see, this is exactly why there are safety codes, why we have permits," Eddie barked. "This place is a death trap, you understand that?

"Well, it's a work in progress. Okay, Eddie?" Ben said.

"Just so you know, I get hurt, you are liable. And also, what is this? The switch of an iron maiden?"

"That's a flashlight."

Georgie picked up a paddleball that was resting on a small table and began to play with it. Eddie walked over and snatched it out of Georgie's hands.

"I have one of these," Eddie said.

"Hey! I was playing with that first!" Georgie shouted.

"Well, I play with it better than you do anyways."

"Billy! Make him give it back!"

"Eddie, give it back to G-Georgie."

"Fine. I didn't want it that bad anyways." Eddie gave it back to Georgie. "Bill, you can't just let your brother get whatever he wants all the time."

"How I treat my brother is n-n-none of your business."

"It is if he's being a little shit towards us," Richie said.

"But he's not! Eddie t-t-took his toy!"

"Oh, poor him!" Richie mocked.

"It's not even his toy!" Eddie said. "It's Ben's."

"He's right, actually," Ben said.

"Okay, new rule," Richie said. "This clubhouse is for Losers only. That means no Georgie."

"What?" Bill said.

"No!" Georgie shrieked. "That's not fair! I'm a Loser, too!"

"Ha ha, Georgie just admitted he's a loser!" Richie said.

"Beep, beep, Richie," Stan muttered.

"Georgie is a Loser," Bill said. "M-m-meaning, he's one of us. He's p-part of the group, too."

"Is he really, though?" Richie questioned.

"Georgie is a Loser," Beverly said.

"Yeah," Stanley agreed.

"Our group isn't complete without our little buddy," Mike said.

"I made the clubhouse, I make the rules," Ben said. "And I say Georgie can stay."

"But he's gonna get his Georgie germs all over the place!" Richie complained.

"Georgie germs?" Bill said.

"What are you talking about?" Beverly asked.

"You know…Georgie germs. You don't know where his grubby, little hands have been. Probably up his nose most of the time. Eds, you get me, right?"

"I'd say he's no more filthy than you are," Eddie retorted.

"Fine, fuck you all. The brat can stay for all I care."

"Beware of my Georgie germs, Richie!" Georgie walked toward Richie with his hands stretched forward.

"No! Stay back! Get away from me!" Richie began to run away from Georgie, but the little tot chased after him. He tackled Richie and smeared his hands all over his face.

Georgie giggled maniacally. "Georgie germs on your face! You're infected now!"

"Yuck, disgusting! Get off me!"

"I'm the one who normally freaks out about that sort of stuff, and even I think that's fucking stupid, Richie," Eddie said.

Richie shoved Georgie away. "Whatever. He's just annoying. I'm really trying to do you all a favor by keeping him out. But hey, it's your call."

"The thing is, Georgie is nowhere near as annoying as you," Stan said.

"Hardy-har. I'm really sick of being so underappreciated by you guys," Richie said.

"You need more toys in here, Ben," Georgie said.

"Yeah, I was planning on bringing more stuff in here, of course."

"We should have a radio here for some m-m-music," Bill suggested, "maybe some p-posters to decorate the place."

"You know what would be cool?" Mike said. "If we brought a hammock in here."

"Oh, that would be cool!" Eddie said. "Just to lay back, maybe read some comics."

"Just so long as you don't hog it all for yourself," Richie said.

"Excuse me? If there's anyone who's likely to hog the hammock, it's you, dickhead."

"Yeah, but most importantly, more toys!" Georgie said.

"Y-y-you already have toys at home, Georgie. Why do you need m-m-more toys here?"

"So I can have stuff to play with when we come here without me having to drag all my toys back and forth."

"What toys would you like me to bring here, Georgie?" Ben asked.

"Whatever you have, I guess. I like pretty much everything."

"You like p-p-plushies a lot," Bill said.

"Yeah. And Legos, too. And cars, and action figures, and…"

"Well, I think I can work something out," Ben said.

"Yay!" Georgie shouted.

"Come on, we should get out of here before we get spiders in our hair," Stan said.

"Spiders?!" Eddie shrieked. "Uh-uh. I don't fuck with that shit!" Eddie bolted up the ladder out of the clubhouse. Stan was quick to follow him.

"Don't be a bunch of pussies," Richie said. "They're just spiders."

The rest of the Losers scrambled out of the clubhouse as well, leaving Richie alone.

"Fine. If you're really going to be like that." Richie joined everyone else up above.

"Another thing to add to the list: shower caps," Stan said. "To keep the spiders out of our hair."

"That's a good idea, Stan," Bill said.

"Who cares about a little spider nesting in your hair?" Richie said. "If anything, just think of it as a little buddy!"

"Ew, no!" Eddie said. "Now, that's disgusting!"

"Richie, just accept the fact that what clowns are to you, spiders are to the rest of us," Stan said.

"Well, let's just hope we never run into a clown-spider hybrid one of these days. 'Cause then we'd all be fucked!"

"Beep, beep, Richie!" Beverly said, but she couldn't help laughing along with everyone else.