Well, it's Sunday here at Total Sibling Rivalry. That basically means the cameras are off and we get to see what the campers are doing in their down time. Yay!

This chapter is very, very short compared to previous ones, but don't worry, the other ones will be much longer! And 'sides, this is a cute chapter :3

Read, review, and enjoy!

The four interns were scattered across the island, in search of something. Their handsome boss was helping them, but he was about as successful as they were. Chris stopped his ATV by the bonfire pit and whipped out a walkie talkie. "Any signs of Rental, Marina?"

"Nope," Marina answered through the device.

He switched to Mia's walkie talkie to ask her. "Mia?"

"Nothing."

"Tamyra?"

"Zip."

"Holly?"

"Nada."

Chris pinched the skin between his eyes and groaned. "Man, I guess that means I'll never get my deposit back on that mangy mutt… Don't know why the thing was so expensive, anyway. It was only half wolf…"

"Chris McLean!" Marina yelled at him via the walkie talkie. "Don't you have any compassion?"

"Why are you wasting your breath asking?" Mia asked, using the three-way call feature. "That's like asking Katy Perry if she has any normal outfits."

"Just shut up and stop searching," Chris sighed. "I guess we can cut from the cooking budget a little more to make up for the losses. It's not like the food could get any worse." He carelessly tossed the device aside and zipped off on the ATV once again to go tell Chef the news.

*T*S*R*

"Zoey, why are we out here?" Grace asked her friend as they made their way through the forest.

"'Cause the forest is fun!" Zoey chirped, jumping over a big rock.

"No, it's not!" Grace swatted at a fly that kept buzzing around her head and whined, "There are all these bugs and there's mud and bugs and leaves and bugs and… bugs. And more bugs."

"You don't like bugs?"

"What was your first clue?" Grace muttered, rolling her eyes. As she took another step, she heard a squish. Looking down, her nose wrinkled and she cried, "Ewwwwww, gross!" She dragged the same foot on the grass, trying to wipe something off. "I stepped in doggie doo-doo!"

Zoey didn't share her disgust. In fact, she looked happy. "That must mean there's a puppy out here somewhere! I love puppies!" She ran around and looked in every bush, trying to find it. No dice.

But Zoey wasn't one to give up, so she didn't. She kept looking until she finally found what she was looking for. A happy little wolf pup was running around in a large clearing the girls happened upon, chasing a pretty little butterfly.

"Doggie!" Zoey ran over to the wolf and Grace was close behind her.

Before Zoey could pet her, Grace gasped and held her back. "Wait, that's Rental!"

"Rental?" Zoey asked, confused.

"The wolf that scared Zack. She could hurt you!"

"But she's so cute! Cute things can't hurt people!"

Grace couldn't help but find the irony in that. "Heh… Take my word for it. I'm cute and dangerous."

Zoey looked her up and down and shrugged, not looking impressed. "Meh. I've seen cuter."

Before Grace could pummel her for saying such a thing, Zoey started stroking the cutie. "Hi, puppy! I'm Zoey! This is my besterest friend, Grace!" She shoved said besterest friend toward the wolf and make her pet her.

Grace actually seemed to enjoy it. "She is cute…" She frowned. "Too cute to have an icky name like 'Rental.' Let's name her something else!"

Zoey bounced up and down and yelled, "Zoey! Let's name her Zoey!"

Grace frowned again. "That's your name."

Zoey stopped bouncing. "I like my name."

"Yeah, but it might get confusing. Let's name her something else." The evil little girl stroked her chin and snapped her fingers. Or at least attempted to. "Oh, I know!"

Zoey grinned and started bouncing again. "Yeah, me too!"

Both yelled their name ideas at the same time.

"Peanut!"

"Fluffy! … Peanut?" Zoey muttered, after what Grace suggested registered into her mind.

"Fluffy?" Grace scoffed. "That's a cat's name!"

"But it's true! Look how fluffy she is!" She stroked the wolf once more to prove her point, and received a lick on the cheek.

"But Peanut's a cute name! And besides, my neighbor Josie has a dog named Peanut." Her brows furrowed and she growled. "Grr… Josie… Having a better dog with the same name as hers would make her super jealous!"

"I like Fluffy!" Zoey whined.

"Peanut!"

"Fluffy!"

"Peanut!"

"Fluffy!"

"Peanut!"

"Fluffy!"

"Pea- Wait, I have an idea!" Grace pointed at herself and said, "I wanna name her Peanut." She pointed at Zoey and added, "And you want to name her Fluffy. Let's mash both names together to make a super cool name!"

Zoey clapped happily. "Good idea! We'll call her… Fluffy Peanut!"

Grace shook her head. "No, that sounds weird…" She thought about it some more, then gasped and asked, "What were those peanut butter and marshmallow sammies that DJ made yesterday called?"

"Fuffernutters, I think," Zoey told her. She blinked, then gasped and grabbed Grace's hand. "Oh, perfect! We'll call her Fluffernutter!"

"Yay!" Both girls glommed onto the newly named Fluffernutter, who happily licked both of their faces.

Zoey giggled and wiped the drool off with her sleeve, then realization struck her. "Wait a sec." She looked down sadly. "We can't keep Fluffernutter."

"Why not?" Grace asked, pulling her and her friend up.

"Duncan doesn't like doggies."

"Why not?"

"He wouldn't say. We sorta talked about it before coming here…"

Flashback: May 20th, 5:24 PM

"Duncan?" Zoey asked, climbing next to her brother onto the couch in the Caliver's living room.

"Hmm?" Duncan grunted, not looking away from the TV flickering in front of him.

"Do you think Mommy and Daddy would let me have a puppy?"

Duncan took his eyes off the screen and glared down at Zoey, looking almost offended by her asking that. "No. And even if they did, I'd stop them. I hate dogs."

"Why?" she asked, with sad, glistening eyes.

Duncan looked unfazed by her adorableness. "Because I just do." He turned back to the television, still wearing a sour look on his face.

"Oh." Zoey looked around, deep in thought, then looked back up at her brother. "If you die, then can I have one?"

End Flashback

"Yeah… That didn't end so well," Zoey told her, cringing at the memory.

"Oh, that stinks." Grace tapped her chin, then realized something. "Trent probably wouldn't like me having a pet, either." She shrugged. "But most of the time, I can bat my eyes at him and he'll give me what I want or forgive me instantly… But that isn't guaranteed."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I did that yesterday, but he's still really mad about that thing we did."

"Which thing?"

"The one with frogs."

"Oh." Zoey cringed. "Yeah, that one was pretty bad. Why'd you tell him?"

"He made me! But Trent would have been even madder if I told him about the plan with the hula hoop and the frying pan and the-"

Zoey shrugged and argued, "Hey, if you hadn't wasted all that time putting the sunscreen on that soccer ball, it might have worked."

Grace nodded. "I guess that's true… But back to Fluffernutter."

"All righty then."

"Well…" Grace evilly smirked. "What they don't know won't hurt 'em…"

Zoey gaped at her, shocked. "You want me to lie to Duncan?!"

"No… Selena, too," Grace added. "She doesn't seem like she can keep a secret."

"I… I can't lie to my big brother and sister!" Zoey choked out, looking horrified by the idea.

"It's not lying!" Grace reassured her, slinging a small arm around her shoulder. "We're just not completely telling the truth."

"Then isn't that still lying?"

Grace blinked. "… Shut up." She grabbed her by the face and made her look her in the eyes. "Don't you wanna keep Fluffernutter?"

Zoey nodded, but it was hard, since Grace's grip restricted her head motions.

"Then we gotta do this. We'll hide her under one of our beds when there aren't any other people in the cabin and it will be a fool proof plan!"

"Well… you are pretty smart. Trent still hasn't found out about the plan with the big bottle of Chris' hair gel and the dynamite…"

Grace frowned and let go of Zoey's face. "I thought we swore to never talk about that again."

Zoey slapped a hand over her mouth. "Oops. Sorry, forgot!"

*T*S*R*

None of the other girls were in the girl's side of the cabin, since dinner had started a while ago. Grace and Zoey took this as the perfect opportunity to sneak Fluffernutter in.

"How are we gonna hide her?" Zoey asked, setting up some bedding made from an old blanket for their pet under Grace's bottom bunk.

"We'll have to train her to hide when we tell her to," Grace explained. Try to look authoritative, she pointed to the wolf and ordered, "Fluffernutter, get under the bed!"

To her surprise, she zipped under there according to her orders and snuggled into the bedding.

"Hmm," Zoey mumbled. "It's like she's already trained."

"Maybe she is," Grace mumbled. "She's been rented a lot. She is a pro…"

"Yay!" Zoey clapped joyously. "We've got a pro doggie!" Standing up, she walked to the door. "I'll sneak some water from the kitchen for her." She shut the door and raced toward the mess hall, hoping she wouldn't get caught.

*T*S*R*

Dinner was pretty normal. Same people, same slop. The only difference was that the Killer Bears' table was missing two little teammates. Just as Trent sat down and started eating, he finally noticed his sister's absence. He turned to Selena, who was sitting across from him and asked, "Hey, Sel, have you seen Grace?"

Selena shook her head. "Uh-uh. Haven't seen her all day." Under her breath, she added, "Thankfully."

"What was that?"

"Oh, nothing!"

Trent looked down at his slop, then back up at Selena. "I'd better go look for her, then…" He stood up, looked back down at his meal and added, "It also gives me an excuse to skip dinner…" He walked out without another word.

Selena chewed her food for a moment, then turned to Duncan, who was sitting diagonally from her. "Speaking of lost little sisters, where's Zoey? I haven't seen her around, either."

Duncan shrugged. "I saw her this afternoon at lunch, but that was it."

Selena tapped her chin. "Two missing little girls… That just spells disaster."

Duncan frowned, realizing her point. "Very true." He grabbed his tray and stood up. "Guess we'd better find her before a mongoose attacks her. Again." Selena got up with him and both disposed of their gross meals as they left to find Zoey.

*T*S*R*

Since Chef had left the kitchen to get some decent food at the camp services tent, sneaking a bowl of water from the kitchen wasn't that difficult for Zoey. As she tiptoed back to the cabins, she almost dropped the bowl completely when somebody yelled her name. "Zoey!"

She squealed, then turned around to find Duncan and Selena behind her, staring at her. "There you are," Selena muttered, looking relieved.

"Where have you been all day?" Duncan asked, looking suspiciously at her guilty expression.

"Um… Uh… Me and Grace played in the woods all day. That's all," she answered, trying to hide the bowl behind her back.

Duncan noticed her sneakiness and peeked over her head, taking a look behind her back. "What's the bowl of water for?"

"Uh…" Zoey's face heated up as she tried to think of a phony explanation. Luckily, it was too dark for them too see her blush. Her sweaty forehead and fiery cheeks gave her an idea. "Oh! I, uh, got hot from all the playing, so I got this water to cool me off!" She dumped the entire bowl of water over her head, completely soaking herself. She grinned the biggest grin she could manage, looking up at her siblings with innocence.

Both looked at her like she had grown an extra head.

"Are you buying this for even one second?" Selena whispered quietly enough so that Zoey couldn't hear.

Shrugging, Duncan whispered back, "Sure. I mean, she always has been a little strange. I think Mom drank a little when she was pregnant with her…"

Selena looked back down at her sister, still not entirely convinced. "Well… If you say so. Uh… Hope you're cool now…" The older siblings walked off, heading back toward the mess hall.

Zoey sighed, both in relief and frustration. She silently walked back to the kitchen to get another bowl of water for the thirsty pup.

*T*S*R*

Grace giggled as Fluffernutter chewed on Gwen's diary, which she had purposely set on her own bunk for her to destroy. "Good girl!" Grace petted her and got a big lick in return. "Who's a good, destructive doggie?" she cooed affectionately.

"Grace? Where are you?" a voice from outside yelled.

Grace gasped. "Trent!" she whispered. "Oh no!" Without really thinking, she tossed Gwen's chewed-up diary under her bed, got under the covers and nudged Fluffernutter under there with her.

Trent opened the door and poked his head in. "Grace?" When he saw her in bed, he breathed a sigh of relief and stepped in. "There you are. Why didn't you show up to dinner?"

"Uh…" Fluffernutter growled underneath the covers and Grace, thinking fast, gripped her stomach and moaned, "I feel siiiiick…"

"Really?" Trent walked over, kneeled down next to her bunk and felt her forehead to check for a fever. "You don't feel hot or anything. Maybe it's something you ate." He rolled his eyes and mumbled, "With Chef's cooking, I wouldn't be surprised…"

Grace nodded and whined, trying her best to act sick.

"I guess you just need to get some rest," Trent mused. "Give me a kiss goodnight and I'll let you sleep."

As Grace tried to keep Fluffernutter from moving, she realized that she couldn't even waste one second or else she'd get caught. "Uh… I don't think I should. I might give you my sick cooties."

Trent laughed and said, "I can't catch your food poisoning, Grace. Just one little kiss isn't going to hurt me."

"Uh… okay." She leaned forward to give Trent, who had closed his eyes and turned his cheek toward her, a quick goodnight kiss. Before she could, Fluffernutter popped out from under the covers and gave Trent a sloppy lick where Grace's kiss should have been. She shoved her back under and grinned sheepishly at Trent, who had opened his eyes and looked at her, very confused.

"Gee… That sure was an interesting kiss," he told her, trying to smile. "Uh…" He got up and started walking out. "Get some rest now."

"Okay, Trent," Grace mumbled as she laid down, a little embarrassed by what happened. "I love you."

"Back at you, kiddo." He waved and closed the door behind him as he left.

Trent stood on the porch in silence for a moment, then wiped his saliva-covered cheek off with his sleeve. "Maybe she did have a fever…" He tapped his chin in thought and muttered, "Or maybe that time I dropped her on her head when she was a baby is finally kicking in…"

Gasp! That was a close one, Zoey and Grace!

And trust me, this is not the last time you'll see Rental/Fluffernutter... Mwahaha! Foreshadowing is evil!

Next chapter will be a challenge, I promise!