A/N: So, you remember when I said that I've never seen the Book of Mormon? Well, that comment still stands. But, I have read the script (and thank Heavenly Father I did or else I would've messed up the flash back part of this chapter). Thank you for the favorites and reviews and such! And this would've been up much earlier, but whenever I tried to post this, my computer screwed up. But, here's the story!
The rest of the day was spent just walking around the streets of Uganda, answering any questions the people had. When lunch time rolled around, the two boys went back to the missionary house and ate some vegetables that the citizens had picked and brought over. Connor was nowhere to be seen. Then the two set out again, almost repeating the events of the first half of the day (leaving out Nabalungi and the conversation between the two).
By the time the day was over and they had to return back, they were both strangely exhausted.
"Today seemed so busy... But it was just like every other day," Arnold said, loosening his tie and slumping down in one of the dining room chairs, waiting for the other Elders to arrive for dinner.
"I think it's because our brains are shutting down, seeing that we have only six days left of this. Before half of the Elders go home and a new batch comes in to replace us," Kevin sat down, remembering when he first arrived to Uganda.
"Look! Look! Look!" Elder Cunningham was craning his neck to look out of the airplane window, pointing to the dirt below them. Kevin sat still in his seat, scowling and feeling suffocated by all the people around him. He didn't have any leg-room, and right next to him was a fat elderly woman who smelled like pickles. There were children crying and people snoring loudly, and the horrid sound of the engines that he still hadn't gotten used to.
"Buckle up everyone! We're getting ready for landing!" An airplane assistant cheerfully called out to everyone and a flashing light above them noted for the exact message she just said to them.
"Isn't this exciting, Elder Price? Uganda!" The shorter boy said, giddily, struggling to snap his seatbelt closed. He looked like a five year old. If we were going to Florida then I'd be that happy...
"Yeah, Elder. I'm excreting with elation..." Kevin sighed, rolling his eyes and looking into the isle.
When the plane finally landed, the two let everyone else file out as they sat patiently in their seats. Finally, mostly everyone had cleared out and the two grabbed their carry-on (which was just their personal copies of the Book of Mormon and some puzzles that they'd never gotten to). They walked down the skinny isle and finally got to the loading/unloading corridor. They found their way to the baggage claim and waited for their luggage.
"Come on, Elder! We don't want to miss the bus," he shouted to the other Elder, grabbing his suitcase from the line. Kevin sighed and snatched his bag and nodded his head in agreement.
They stepped outside and the blistering heat hit them right away. Within two minutes, the boys were sweating buckets. And to make it better: the bus was late.
When the two stumbled onto the bus, handing the driver their money, they found that the bus wasn't air conditioned. Actually, it was the opposite. It felt like it was built to hold in all the heat it could. They both sat on the bus, enduring the horrid heat. Elder Cunningham would constantly annoy Elder Price to show him some animals outside. Then finally, the road dissapeard and they were riding on dirt now. Then the bus lurched to a stop, "we're here, you two. Now get out of here before something bad happens".
The two grabbed their bags and stepped out of the bus and started toward the village they were near. They stood around, surveying the area and Arnold was struggling with his backpack, trying to pull out his video camera. Then a man passed by with a dead donkey and they both turned their shocked expressions towards him for a moment.
Arnold shook his head and continued searching through his backpack while speaking the Kevin, "Wow! Here we are, huh, buddy? We made it!" He finally found the camera, zipped up his bag, and opened the side panel and pointed it around.
"Yeah, that was... that was one long trip," Kevin uttered as he looked in the direction on the man with the donkey. Then when he finally focused back to Arnold, there was a camera shoved into his face and he jumped a little bit.
Arnold started narrating for the camera, "here we are, in Kit-gu-li, Uganda! What'dya think about Uganda, Elder?" Arnold wore a goofy grin on his face, awaiting Price's answer.
"I think it's really different!"
"Yeah! It's different!" Arnold continued pointing his camera around and mumbling to himself. Then, as Arnold was still recording, two very bad-ass guards with sunglasses and machine guns walked up threateningly to the boys.
"Ya! Ya! What we got here, maybe? German? British?" one of the guards said to the other.
Kevin looked at the two with a very elated face and gave them a big smile, "hello!"
The two guards looked to each other and the same guard said to the second, "American".
Elder Price shook off their comment and continued to talk, pulling a note out of his pocket, "Uh, we are supposed to meet a mister Mafala Hatimbi," he looked at them waiting for their answer.
The first guard shouted at him and Arnold jumped and fumbled to save his camera from dropping to the floor, "YOUR BAGS!"
Once again, Kevin just smiled politely at them and replied as nice as he could, "Oh sure. We don't have anything illegal, sirs," the two guards took their bags and ripped them open and started tearing though everything inside, but Kevin continued, "we are from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints".
Arnold (still recording everything that was happening), pointed the camera at the two guards that were tearing up everything that the two owned and explained what was happening.
The guard who hadn't talked at all finally snapped his head up and stared Arnold right in the eye and shouted, "SHUT UP!" The two guards continued rummaging through their bags and closed them up, "we take these bags!"
Arnold got a scared and shocked look on his face and replied on impulse, "what?"
The first guard spoke again in a mean tone, "this is your tariff to The General!" The two men started walking away with the two boy's bags.
Kevin kept his eyes on the back of their heads, "The General?" the two were still walking away and Kevin raised his voice, "HEY WAIT A MINUTE!"
The two guards swiftly walked back over to the two, cocking their shotguns and M-16s and shoving them into Elder's faces. The first guard once again spoke, "YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU WANNA DIE?"
Elder Price nearly started crying as he replied to them, "oh my gosh! Okay! Okay!"
Elder Cunningham finally pointed his camera down and cried out as well, "just take the bags! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?" the two guards walked away again and the two boys sighed.
"Ahhh! There you are! I have been looking for you!" a Ugandan man was walking towards the two with a very happy smile placed on his expression, "I am Mafala Hatimbi. I've been hired to show you to your building".
"Hey, Elders! You're early!" Elder Thomas said as he marched into the dining room, interrupting Kevin's little flashback moment.
"Well, that's what happens when your assigned mission location is right next to the missionary house," Arnold replied as Elder McKinley finally walked into the room, "hello, Elder McKinley! How was your day?"
"It was quite nice, Elder. Hello, Elder Price," Connor went to sit next to Kevin and Kevin returned a friendly 'hello', "so, do you want to come to Florida with me? It was never really settled," as the redhead finished, he could hear Arnold giggle to himself. Connor gave a quick glance to Arnold before returning his gaze to Kevin.
"Oh..." the brunette hadn't really thought about this all day. He wanted to go, but he didn't want things to be awkward between the two. Kevin. You like this man. Do it. Kevin ginned at Connor and replied to him, "yeah, Elder. Of course I'll come with you!" They hugged and as Elder Thomas walked by Arnold with a Poptart in his mouth, he gave Arnold a high-five.
A/N: Yay! So, I pretty much just wrote down what was in the script because, might as well keep thing the way there were supposed to be :$ But, feedback is and always will be accepted! Thank you for reading! Hearts for you all!