NOTE: Mick Khanik is one of my Sonic OCs. The reason why I bring this up is because of an inside joke about halfway through the chapter.

Also, I will be alternating between "Cody" and "The Warden" throughout the fic. Just remember, in this fic they're the same guy.

-X-

"The Warden's on vacation."

"We have the whole place to ourselves."

"Goody."

-X-

"I can't believe they all RSVP'd," Chris said in astonishment. "I mean, sure, some of them are okay, like Gwen and Owen, but Beth and Harold?" He shuddered. "I was at least hoping someone would decline. Now we have to pay for all of them!"

Chef shrugged. "Hey, at least you're still making them pay for their guests' visits."

"Oh, who'd be dumb enough to bring an extra maniac with them?"

Chef held up one of the RSVPs. "Cody's dumb enough."

Chris grabbed the letter. "…Jared? Who the heck is Jared?"

"Probably a maggot like the rest of 'em."

-X-

The week Chris's wallet dreaded the most came quicker than he expected. Before he knew it, twenty-one ex-campers stood before him, most of whom looked quite unhappy.

"Now what?" Noah groaned. Chris could tell he was as cynical as ever.

"Yeah, what's goin' on, eh?" Ezekiel asked.

"It better be worth dragging us here," Gwen scowled; she was certainly not happy to see Chris again.

"Hold on," Chris replied. "First of all, this wasn't mandatory."

"What?" several ex-campers gasped.

"Yep! This particular event was not in the fine print. You guys should really start reading it, huh?"

Several groans were heard from the crowd.

"Second, before we begin the reunion, we need everyone here. Has anyone seen the Code-meister?"

"'Code-meister?'" Courtney repeated. "We're not sixteen anymore, Chris."

Duncan, who was standing next to her, grinned as he began checking her out. "Nope. Definitely not." This resulted in a slap.

"What if he doesn't show up?" Harold asked.

"He should be," Chris answered. "He even said he was bringing someone with him in his RSV – What the heck is that?!"

A giant eyeball-shaped ship appeared over Camp Wawanakwa. The twenty-three at the bonfire area watched in awe as the ship landed… on the Killer Bass cabin.

"Well, there's something you don't see everyday," Duncan said with a shocked expression.

Harold agreed. "Who's in that thing? Mick Khanik?" Everyone gave him a weird look. "What? It is a mechanical eyeball, after all."

A walkway appeared from the eyeball's pupil, which opened like a door. A short, mustachioed man stepped out. "I don't know how you dragged me into this, but I want out NOW!"

"Jared, control yourself. It's too late now, anyways. You'll just have to enjoy yourself."

"But, Sir! I don't know ANY of these people!"

"Jared, what did I say about formalities?"

"…Right. Cody. Sorry."

The ex-campers looked at each other in shock. CODY was in that thing?

Chris chuckled. "Dude! You sure know how to make an entrance!"

The Warden stepped out of the ship. "Why, thank you, Chris!" He twirled his cane. "It's no 'appearing in a puff of smoke' trick, but it works. Right, Jared?"

"HOLY CRAP! I THINK WE LANDED ON A CABIN!!"

The ex-campers were silent… at least until Duncan started guffawing. "D-Dude! Nice top hat, Willy Wonka!" He held his sides and doubled over in laughter.

Cody smirked and held his cane in both hands. "Duncan! It's nice to see you, too. Tell me, how does it feel to be a career criminal?"

Duncan's mood changed in a flash. "What's it to you?"

The Warden made his way down the walkway. "Well, it's just that I've been trying to get you transferred to my prison for months… but I guess it hadn't quite worked out so well…"

Jared's eyes widened (as did everyone else's). "That's the guy you were trying to get? Alice could eat him alive!"

Duncan's jaw dropped. "Wait… you're a warden?"

"Not a warden," Cody corrected as he pushed up his yellow glasses with his gloved palm (like that butler guy from One Piece). "The Warden."

Jared nodded and explained, though still sweating profusely. "Cody had a vision to create the greatest prison this side of dimension… dimension… uh… Warden, what was the name of that dimension again?"

"Ah, hell, I don't remember. So much has happened since I last gave that speech."

"…Anyway, it all became possible once Cody used his genius to find a way to manipulate reality. Unfortunately…" he paused as Cody twisted himself into a pretzel-like shape, "…there were side-effects. He's…pretty much lost it…"

"Why, thank you, Jared!" the Warden said as he unraveled back to normal standing position.

DJ fainted. Cody's freaky flexibility scared the crap out of him.

"Alright, enough introductions," Chris said over his megaphone. "You all have plenty of time to enjoy yourselves later. But for now, let's have a little fun."

All the ex-campers (plus Jared) groaned, except for Cody, Owen, and Izzy, who cheered.

"Alright, we are going to have… a three-legged race! Chef, hand out the shackles."

The large man growled as he carried a box filled with shackles over to the ex-campers.

"Now, since there's an odd number of you, because one of you was dumb enough to bring a guest," he said, the last part under his breath, "Chef will be competing too."

"What?!" Chef shouted.

"Alright! Let's split you guys up into teams." He checked his notes. "Since I had made these beforehand, and I don't really feel like changing them, Chef and… the guy with the large forehead will be a team."

Jared freaked out. "What?!"

Chef cackled with delight.

"Now, I know most of you haven't seen each other for a while. Relationships are shaky, friendships may be strained, so I was completely unbiased with my choices," Chris explained. "So, don't just expect to be paired up with your man… or woman, for that matter." He read the first card. "That being said, Izzy and… Noah are a team."

Izzy shouted with joy as Noah feared for his life.

"Team three… Trent and… Lindsay."

Owen looked over at Cody. "I'm not so sure this is unbiased anymore. …Cody?"

Cody wasn't listening. He seemed to be scanning the area for someone.

"Team four… Ezekiel and… Bridgette."

"Okay, definitely not unbiased," Owen stated. Cody still wasn't listening, though. He still looked like he was trying to find someone.

"Team five… Oh! I love how this one turned out! Duncan and… Cody!"

This got the Warden's attention. "Say wha?"

"I said you're with Duncan."

Cody looked over to the criminal, who was also not pleased. "Great. I get attached to the freak. And a warden, no less."

The Warden squinted his eyes at Duncan.

"The feeling's mutual."