Disclaimer: Dude, do i look like i own this? Again, all I own is a Dane Cook CD.

Sorry i took so long. school's been pretty hectic, especially with Spirit Week and Coming Home all this week, so yea. Oh, I still need ideas for 'The Wherewolf Rebel' (yes, i know it's not spelled right, but i don't feel like fixing it). So, help me out, will ya? And if there are any Canadians or whatnot out there reading this story... i'm sorry. not trying to offend anyone. i have Canadian blood in me, all of us do; hell, we live at the tip of the mitt! So, like, don't get mad and flame me or go to the admin. or something.

And sorry it's so short. i still have major writers block; the only reason i was able to write this is because i was somehow inspired by both 'Canadian Idiot' by Weird Al and mine and Jade's theme song: 'Peanut Butter Jelly Time'.

Now, on with the story!

Chapter 2: Blaming Canada

I opened my eyes and slowly sat up, looking around. I was in a white room, beds lined up against the walls, different monitors and medical supplies all around the room. Frowning, I looked to the left and saw Alye, Brittany, and Paige; to my right was Garrett, Josh, Jarman, and Jake.

I looked around once more before slipping out of the bed, checking my pockets for anything, anything at all that would help in some way.

My cellphone? No, no bars. My iPod? What the hell would that-- actually... maybe it would work for something. Hmm... my inhaler? Not likely. My house key and my money... uh, no.

Ah, damn it all to hell! What the hell were we gonna do know? Well, first things first. Gotta wake the guys up.

I heard Brittany and Alye waking up already, so I walked over to Josh, as he would, hopefully, be the most calm. The first thing I did was take his glassess off.

"Josh!"

Josh jumped, swearing, and fell off of the bed.

"Sorry, man. Didn't know how else to wake you. Oh, here."

I gave him back his glasses and waited for the others to wake. Theire reactions were all the same: a gasp, a small scream, and slight shaking from the shock. As soon as we were all up and sitting around in a circle on the floor in the corner of the room (don't ask), blankets over our shoulders, we began talking about our 'sitiation', as Kenny Tilhorn and Mr. Kelley like to put it.

"... I blame Canada," I said.

"... Me too..."

"Yeah..."

"So it's all agreed, then?" I asked, looking around at everyone. "It's Canada's fault?"

Everyone nodded.

"Alrighty then. Well Garrett, I think declaring our war on Canada is in order as soon as we get back. Now, all we need to do is figure out how to get outta here and then our war can begin. Any ideas?" I said. "I'm already thinking that if they have any cameras, or radars, or stuff like that, that we jam it up. Actually, we jam their whole system."

"And how do you plan on doing that?" Josh asked sarcastically.

I grinned, holding up my iPod.

"This, of course. All we gotta find are some USB ports. We can use your guy's as well, maybe even cellphones."

"But does anyone even know how?" Brittany asked.

"Garrett does, and so do I," I replied, wrapping my blanket tigheter around me. "See, it's not exactly something someone who's book-smart can do... Well, it is, but you know what I mean. It's more of a... street-smart kinda thing."

"You're street-smart?" Brittany asked, eyebrows raised.

"I can take care of myself, yes. I kinda have to be, if I wanna join the Air Force."

"Er, why?" Alye asked.

"'Cause what if something happens? What if I'm shot down or something? I'll need to know how to--"

The doors opened, causing us to jump. Garrett's hand went to his pocket, no doubt hiding a few pocket knives and any other weapon.

"... I so blame Canada..."

Peanut Butter Jelly Time! Peanut Butter Jelly Time! Peanut Butter Jelly, Peanut Butter Jelly, Peanut Butter Jelly, Peanut Butter Jelly with a Baseball Bat. Peanut Butter Jelly, Peanut Butter Jelly, Peanut Butter Jelly, Peanut Butter Jelly with a Baseball Bat.

with majorly 'effed up love,

Dani and Jade