Wow, quick update, huh? Well, this ones kinda short, but that's because the rest really has to be in the next chapter.
Todd's the guy from Scrubs who always gives people weird high-fives, btw. Like "Cyber five!" and "Internal Uh-Oh Five!" and high-fives like that. Just in case you don't get the joke later on.
And I'm changing Herbie and Xavier's ages to five. I just see them more as five year olds than seven or eight year olds or whatever age I made them.
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"NOOOOOOOO!" Selena shrieked, pushing her feet against the sides near the door around as Owen and Duncan tried to force her into the small Plexiglas box. "NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"Ugh, this would been easier if she was still just slightly spooked and statuesque!" Owen whined, wiping his sweaty forehead with his free hand.
"Selena, quit being a baby and just get in the stupid box!" Duncan ordered.
Selena pounded her fists on top of the box, crying and whining like a toddler who had just been placed in a time-out.
"I said get in the box!" he yelled again.
"Okay guys, you've been trying to get her into that thing for ten minutes now," Chris told them, impatiently look at his wristwatch. "If she doesn't get in there in the next two minutes, it's an instant disqualification for her."
"If you don't get in the box, we might not win. Get your butt in there!" Duncan ordered
Owen, panting, stopped pushing on Selena and dug around in his pocket. He pulled out a long, cinnamon dough stick. "Churro break!"
Selena, stopping her temper tantrum, looked at the yummy treat. "Churro?"
"Owen, that's it!" Duncan exclaimed, then leaned in closer and whispered, "Churros are her favorite food. Willing to take one for the team?"
"But…" Owen's eyes glistened sadly. "I haven't eaten in almost fifteen minutes!"
Duncan, rolling his eyes, ignored his sad face, grabbed the churro and tossed it in the box.
Selena, being foolish, dove into the box to get the pastry. Duncan slammed the door shut before she could escape. The poor girl started crying again and hugged her churro for comfort.
"Okay, she's got ten minutes in there." Chris explained. "If she yells and tells you to let her out, than you do. One of your teammates will have to stay behind."
"Zack will do it," Duncan said, shoving the gamer toward the box.
"Seriously?" Zack asked, shocked.
"Yeah," Duncan nodded. "After watching her wig out in there for a while, you'll realize how ugly she looks when she cries and never want to get near her again."
"Hey!" Selena stopped crying and screamed, dropping the churro. "This box isn't sound proof, you know!"
"Yeah… I do know." Duncan said nonchalantly.
"Okay, time for the next victim's phobia!" Chris and the group walked off, leaving Selena, Courtney and Zack behind. Zack wasn't really paying attention to either girls. He was too busy trying to make sure Duncan hadn't set up some sort of trap for him.
Courtney, not really showing any emotion in particular, walked up to Selena's box and inspected her fearful look. Then, very uncharacteristically, she mashed her face up against the glass, making the most obscene mocking face she could at her. After removing her face from the surface, she walked away, laughing her head off and leaving Selena as steamed as a vegetable.
"I know, that was a very childish, unCIT-like thing to do," Courtney admitted, arms crossed. "But after what she said to me the other day, she's lucky I didn't moon her!"
*T*S*R*
Jovie and Grace nervously sat on one of the cots in the infirmary tent as Chef prepared his medical tools. "This is so unfair!" Grace pouted. "I just got out of this yucky tent, now I have to be back in here! This stinks!"
"What are you whining about?" Jovie asked. "You're still sick, at least. It's even worse getting a shot when it's useless and you feel just fine!"
"Whaddya mean? I'm all better now."
"I meant you're still mentally sick, you little devil baby!"
"Well… shut up!"
Chef walked back over to the girls, holding out a giant syringe needle to Jovie. "There it is. The biggest, sharpest needle we could afford. No way some flower picking, tree hugging pansy girl like you could deal with the kind of pain this bad boy can give!"
"Hey, I resent that!" Jovie crossed her arms and glared at him. "I never pick flowers! What did the poor flowers ever do to me?"
"So… think you're man enough?" Chef smirked, waving the implement in her face.
Hr brows furrowed. "No… But I'm me enough to do it." She stuck her arm out. "Hit me with your best shot."
"Okay," Jovie grinned, embarrassed. "That 'hit me with your best shot' thing wasn't supposed to be a pun. It was merely a poor choice of words…" She sighed. "And it sounded cooler in my head."
Chef looked kind of surprised by her choice, but shrugged and looked down at Grace. "Before I start with her, maybe we should get your… check-up over with. Let's start with your puny reflexes..." He set the needle down and grabbed a huge wooden mallet, getting ready to hit Grace's knee with it.
"Uh…" Grace's eyes widened. "That sounds fun." She shoved it away and mumbled, "But before you do that, I… uh… gotta go potty." She jumped down from the cot and bolted out of the tent like she thought Chef was going to chase her with the giant hammer.
Chef and Jovie exchanged a glance. "Think she's coming back?" Chef asked.
She shook her head. "Not a chance."
*T*S*R*
Zack sat down next to the box Selena was in and took a look at her face. Her eyes were closed, trying not to remember where she was. Her face was a bit blotchy from crying and her nose was tomato red, but Duncan had been wrong. She didn't look ugly at all. At least not to Zack, she didn't. Her pink and blonde hair was tucked behind her ears, so he could get a better at her features. She had the tiniest nose Zack had ever seen on anyone their age, but he couldn't help but like it on her. It looked right with her petite frame. And her eyes… He loved those pure, serene blue orbs of hers that shined every time she smiled. Why was she keeping them closed?
Zack sighed. She wasn't going to look at him, or anybody for that matter, anytime soon, so he looked out at the lake, which actually looked kind of nice when the right amount of sunlight hit it.
Selena opened her eyes. She knew that he was looking at her, but didn't really want to look back, thinking it would have been awkward. She took a glance at Zack. He had some nice facial features. He didn't really have much in the brawn department, but he was still a handsome young man, with his charismatic smile and his shaggy brown hair that barely touched the tops of his eyes. Oh, those eyes. Those beautiful hazel eyes… She could stare at them for hours, as long as she received a bathroom break during those long hours of eye-staring. Eyes are the first thing Selena notices about people, and when she first looked into Zack's eyes, she knew he was somebody special.
Zack looked back at Selena, who still looked sad even after thinking about his cuteness. Selena thought about looking away, but decided not to, thinking that would be even more awkward.
The gamer gave he a warm smile, and she gave him and smaller, but just as warm, smile back. At least she tried to.
"Y'know, you're pretty brave," Zack commented.
Selena cocked an eyebrow. "Duncan tricked me into coming in here." She sighed. "Yeah, I'm reeeeal brave…"
"No, no, really," Zack encouraged. "Even though you weren't willing, you still stuck it out. You haven't once asked to come out. Now that's bravery." He grinned and placed a hand on the side of the box. "Box high-five!"
Selena grinned, rolled her eyes and slapped her hand on the area inside her box where Zack's was pressed up. "Thanks, Todd."
Both grinned at each other for a while, until they looked down and noticed something.
Neither of them had removed their hands from the side of the box.
They looked up, then back down, then up again. They exchanged a small smile and instinctively placed their other hands on the wall next to their occupied hands. Even though they weren't technically touching, they felt comforted. Especially Selena, since she couldn't even remember where she was. All she saw was those beautiful hazel eyes looking back. And Zack felt the same way, looking into her cool, blue eyes.
Chris overlooked the scene from afar. "Aww, how sweet," he mockingly cooed. "Too bad it won't last long…" He yanked on a leash, which had a fluffy, adorable wolf pup on the end. "Okay, Rental, time to do your stuff!" He let the little wolf go, making sure she headed in Zack's direction.
"Rental?" Marina asked, angry. "Chris McLean, how could you name that adorable wolf pup 'Rental'?"
"Because that's what she is. A rental." Chris said in a monotone. "If I'm not going to keep the thing, what's the point in giving it a better name?" He stood back up. "Besides, we could only afford one animal suit, and we're saving that one for Tamyra."
"Oh. Well, okay then." Marina shrugged, then started walking off. Before she was completely gone, she stopped, yelled, "WHAT?" and ran back over. " What do you mean, 'For Tamyra'? She's an intern. Why are you going to scare her?"
Chris smirked. "For giggles. You lucked out not telling me what you're afraid of."
"Wait, you mean you're going to scare the others, too?"
Chris nodded. "So be a doll and don't warn them. Wouldn't want to ruin the surprise." With that, he walked off, leaving Marina to gape at him jerkiness.
"Are all guys like him?" Marina asked, holding the plastic ball with her pet hamster in it. She shook her head. "No thank you, I'll stick to hamsters." She grinned at the fuzzy little animal and cooed, "Isn't that right, Freddy?"
*T*S*R*
"It's okay, Gwen. I'm here for you, babe!" Trent said into the walkie talkie, trying to calm her down. Since she, along with a few other campers from last year, had faced their fears, Chris had decided to make their challenges much harder. Gwen, for example, was buried ten feet under instead of just a mere two or three. And instead of being buried under one shovelful of dirt at a time, Chris had rented a bulldozer and forced Mia to fill the hole up in one dump. Not that Mia was complaining, since she wasn't very keen on Goths.
"Trent, Trent… Trent!" Gwen repeated into the device, too scared to say anything else.
"It's going to be just fine," he reassured her. "I'm not going to let some mime chase me away this time. This time, I'm all yours."
Gwen couldn't help but smile, though fear was still clear on her face. She was still in a box buried ten feet underground, after all.
"You have my undivided attention and-" Before he could finish his sentence, he saw a tiny person running away from something, then tripped on his stretched-out legs and landed in his lap. "Grace?" Trent asked, dropping the walkie talkie. "What happened?"
Grace looked around. She hadn't even known where she was running. Guess that was her destination. "I… I think I lost," she sighed, looking down disappointedly.
"Who are you talking to?" Gwen asked, hearing the sound of somebody instead of her boyfriend talking. "Is that Grace out there? Trent? … TRENT!"
*T*S*R*
"Okay, Keith," Chris began, pacing back in forth in front of the skater, who was nervously seated in a dentistry chair that had somehow appeared in the mess hall. "Normally, we'd have Chef play the role of the dentist, but he's still preoccupied with Jovie. And besides, your description from last night calls for a… different kind of dentist." He stepped aside and motioned toward the door to the kitchen. "I'm proud to introduce…. The Escaped Psycho Killer with the Chainsaw and a Hook!" After said psycho killer, dressed up like a dentist, burst through the door and Keith let out a girlish shriek, Chris added, "The Escaped Psycho Killer with the Chainsaw and a Hook, DDS, that is."
"I told you to stop calling me that!" the killer whined, sounding very unthreatening. "My name is Carl! And I didn't even bring the chainsaw with me this time!"
"Fiiiine," Chris said, rolling his eyes. "Dr. Carl, DDS. Are you satisfied?"
"Very," Carl told him, grinning. He then jammed his hook hand into Keith's mouth and started poking around and scraping teeth willy nilly, making him gurgle and grumble in fear and pain.
*T*S*R*
Zack and Selena were still 'holding hands', when Selena told him, "Y'know, I think having some company has been the only thing keeping me from going totally insane inside this box."
"Really?" She nodded. "Well, in that case, I'm not going anywhere." They both grinned at one another, both with small blushes. Zack kept smiling at her until he felt something warm and wet on his hand, like drool. He looked down, seeing Rental, the slobbering source of the warm liquid, staring at him with her big, adorable eyes. He screamed, fell over backwards, then ran away as fast as possible, Rental perkily running after him.
"Zack?" Selena yelled in a panic. "Come back here! I need you! Zaaaaaaack!" She pounded on the sides of the box and started crying again. "Somebody lemme outta here!"
*T*S*R*
Chris, who had left Carl alone to deal with Keith, was at the amphitheater, along with Heather. The campers who weren't preoccupied with their tasks yet were sitting in the stands to watch. Heather wrung her hands nervously, knowing what was to come. "Heather, I seem to remember you winning last year, so let's make things more interesting this year." Chris smirked and continued, "This time, you have to actually wrestle your sumo, and last ten seconds without giving up."
He went behind the curtains, seeing Mia sitting on a tall stool and filing her nails, oblivious to what was happening. She noticed he was looking at her. "What do you want?"
"Mia," he smiled. "Could you open that box and take it's contents on stage?" He pointed to a humongous box behind her and handed her a crowbar. She rolled her eyes, mumbled, "Whatever," and dropped her nail file to open the huge crate. After a few seconds, she managed to pry the lid off of the side. When she saw what was inside, she screamed and fainted.
Chris laughed, politely bowing to the sumo wrestler in the box. "Well done, Yoshi-san!" He laughed. "The look on her face before she fainted was SO worth the extra grand I had to pay to ship you here!" He waved a hand toward the stage. "Well, Heather ain't gonna wrestle herself! C'mon," he said as he and Yoshi walked onstage, seeing Heather nowhere in sight. "Where'd she go?" Chris asked the contestants in the stands.
"She chickened out!" Geoff yelled back.
Chris, looking frustrated, told the sumo, "Get back in the box, Yoshi."
Yoshi sadly sighed and walked back toward the box.
"Aw, man," Yoshi moaned, with his thick Japanese accent. "I really wanted to squash her!"
*T*S*R*
Holly, who was dragging a spider suit out of a storage closet, saw Chris was behind her. "Um… Hi, Chris. Umm…" She nervously looked down from Chris' creepy smiling face to the arachnid costume and added, "I'm getting the suit out like you said…" She looked back up at him. "But, uh, is there something else you want?"
"Yes…" Chris got closer to her and waggled his eyebrows at her. "Kiss me, you fool!" He flung himself in her direction and tried to wrap his arms around her, but he missed, since Holly had already run away screaming her head off, spider costume still in tow.
Chris fell on the ground laughing.
*T*S*R*
Chris tossed Cody the schematics for Cody's ticking garbage bomb and ran off without a word.
"Wait, you didn't even tell me what to do this time!" Cody yelled, not even getting a glance from the sprinting host. He took big, fearful breaths, trying to remain calm, and took a look at the schematics. "Okay, so all I have to do is snip the red wire, connect the green and yellow wires, completely remove the blue wire…" He squinted at the text, making sure he read the last parts right. "… chew on the purple wire twenty seven times, tie the orange wire up to look like a pair of bunny ears… knit the hot pink wire a tiny sweater…"
Cody dropped the schematics and dashed off to found a place to hide. Those schematics must have been bogus, anyways.
*T*S*R*
Xavier looked fearfully at the man dressed like a pirate, probably his job at kid's parties, standing a mere few yards away. Zoey, his closest friend besides his brother on the island, was standing next to him. Even though she knew Duncan, who was taking a bathroom break, wouldn't approve of her helping the other team, she really wanted to help her friend out. He was zany and unpredictable, but the most fun boy she knew. She had to help him face his fear.
"C'mon, Xavie, he looks like a nice pirate… Like Cap'n Crunch!"
"But… but… He has a big, scary beard!" Xavier yelled, cowering behind her.
"So does my great auntie Gertrude," Zoey commented. "You only gotta get near him a little bit…"
"I… I don't wanna!" he cried.
"Xavie, you can do it!" she encouraged him. She gave him a hug for luck, and after she released him, the hug had given him enough bravery to go up to the party pirate and it even gave him the courage to give the buccaneer a solid five second hug.
His team, and Zoey, cheered for him and vis victory. The little girl ran over to him, giving him an even longer hug.
Duncan returned from his bathroom break and walked over to Courtney, not really paying attention to the cheering. "What'd I miss?"
"Oh, Duncan, you missed the cutest thing." She sighed happily and said, "Zoey helped Xavier get over his fear of pirates and-" Courtney saw that Duncan wasn't there anymore. She noticed him dragging a crying Zoey away from Xavier, yelling at her for being a traitor.
Courtney sighed, though not nearly as happily as before.
"Leave it to Duncan to ruin a beautiful moment," Courtney groaned, arms crossed. "But I couldn't help but feel like that whole scene with Xavier and Zoey kind of felt déjà vu. It seemed really familiar…" She stroked her chin a few times in thought and shrugged. "Nope, nothing. It'll come to me later…"
*T*S*R*
"-and I have hopes and dreams, too, you know?" Carl asked, expecting an answer from Keith, even though his hook was still in the poor teen's mouth. "Keith still nodded in agreement. "But Mom always said, 'No, Carl, you cannot be a rock star! That isn't a real career and blah, blah, blah' and it just got annoying after a while. I guess that's why I became a dentist and part time psycho killer with a chainsaw and a hook." He took his hook hand out of Keith's mouth, handed him a small paper cup full of water and said, "Gargle and spit, please."
Keith did what the killer dentist said and nodded. "I know what you mean, man. My mom's always saying I should stop thinking I'll be a pro skater when I grow up and start paying more attention in school."
Carl nodded sadly. "I feel your pain, brother."
"You know," Keith began, handing the cup back to Carl. "You're much better than my dentist. You only cut my gums half as many times as he does."
"You're not half bad yourself, kid," Carl said, grinning. "Here's my card." He handed Keith a business card with details about his dentistry business.
"Thanks, I'll definitely tell my folks how awesome you are," he told him, tucking the card in his shorts' pocket.
"Great! I guess I'd better get finished…" Carl put his hook hand in Keith's mouth again and commented, "Next time I'm on a killing rampage around Wawanakwa, I'll be sure to spare you. And maybe that Marilee girl, if you ever get her to go out with you."
Keith nervously laughed, sounding gargled since Carl's hook was in his mouth. "Gweat…"
Le gasp! Will Grace be Trent's Gwen distraction this year instead of the mime? Will the second group of victims do better on their challenges than the first? W-
"Will anybody ever let me out of this box?"
Selena, shut up! You're not allowed to talk during the author's notes!
*ahem*
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