Okay. So, I HAD to add this. Enjoy! A Daven Camp Out!

"Where's Davenport?" Bree asked, cuddled up in a blanket against her brother. "He promised."

"We can still have fun without him!" Tasha attempted to comfort.

"Yeah!" Leo tried. "We don't have to hear his ego soar."

"I heard that small fry!" Mr. Davenport said, coming into the backyard with Douglas. "Let's get our Daven on!"

"No, just... no," Leo begged.

"I thought it sounded cool."

"It didn't."

"Oh, okay, then!" Donald shouted. "What should we do first?"

"I made hamburgers!" Tasha singsonged. Everyone groaned.

"I ordered pizza!" Douglas informed, mocking Tasha's singsong voice. Everyone jumped up and grabbed some pizza.


"Ooh!" Bree gasped. "Let's play telephone! I'll start." She whispered in Adam's ear. Adam whispered in Chase's ear. Chase into Leo's. Leo into Tasha's. Tasha into Donald's. Donald's into Douglas'.

"Nose jobs and toe jams with wasps and binges?" Douglas attempted. Everyone laughed.

"No!" Bree shouted. "Doorknobs and doorjambs with hasps and hinges!"

"Oh!"


"Crushes everyone!" Tasha exclaimed. "Let's go around. I'll start."

"Hey!" Davenport shouted, offended.

"Let the unmarried ones go," Chase replied.

"And the ones who never will," Adam mumbled.

"Hey!" Chase shouted, throwing a pillow at his older brother. Adam threw it back.


The fire from the firepit sent off an eerie red glow, but all of the Davenports sat in a circle around it, eating marshmallows, playing campfire games, and laughing.

"Anyone want some music?" Chase asked, bringing out his acoustic guitar.

"Sure."

Chase began to play.

I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves,
Everybody's nerves,
Yes, on everybody's nerves.
I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves
And this is how it goes...

I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves,
Everybody's nerves,
Yes, on everybody's nerves.
I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves
And this is how it goes...

Adam threw a pillow at Chase. "Chase!" he whined.

"Fine," Chase grumbled. He began a different song.

I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee.
I'm goin' to Lousiana, my true love for to see.
It rained all night the day I left, the weather it was dry
The sun so hot I froze to death, Susanna don't you cry.

Everyone joined in on the chorus. "Oh! Susanna, oh don't you cry for me. I'm goin' to Lousiana, my true love for to see!"

There you go! A happy, no death story. Happy Campouts!

FYI, I am updating Lab Rats: Welcome to Mission Creek sometime before Saturday night. It's coming!

Hang Tight :) -Me.