WARNING! MINOR A WALK TO REMEMBER SPOILERS AHEAD! AND MOOOORE! :O

Lol :D

Well, this was fun to write, but then again, they all are… XD

New challenge, so whoop de doodly doo… I say this is pretty good myself… Cuz I'm arrogant… XD But I hope you guys enjoy it, too!

Oh and Happy Early Thanksgiving :D

When Marilee awoke the next morning, she felt… refreshed.

Marilee was not a morning person. Feeling so great as soon as she woke up only happened once every blue moon.

Why did she feel so wonderful, you ask? The cabin was just as smelly, the food in the mess hall would be just as crappy and the daily challenge would be just as horrific and humiliating. What made her attitude change so suddenly?

Keith.

So far, he was pretty much the only good thing that had come out of her experience on the island. She had denied his feelings, and even his desire to be friends if nothing else, but she somehow found herself with the title of his girlfriend… And she was thrilled about that.

Marilee walked into the mess hall, wearing a bright blue mini dress with a neon green shrug and her favorite pair of black stiletto boots. When she sat down next to Keith at the Wolves table, he took a look at her and said, "Wow. You look great, babe."

Marilee giggled and waved a nonchalant hand. "Aww… I know." Poking at the bowl of sludge Chef placed in front of her, she said, "You don't look half bad, either."

He was wearing the same green t-shirt, white long sleeved shirt, and baggy blue cargo shorts he usually wore, but to Marilee for some reason, he looked even handsomer than usual. Keith smiled and said, "Thanks. I do what I can."

She gave him a small peck on the cheek and started eating her slop.

"I was on my way to the mess hall this morning, when Chris stopped me and gave me this letter," Geoff sighed, looking at the piece of paper in his hands. A torn open envelope was sitting on his lap, along with a photo, face down. "I dunno how to tell her, dude. I mean, Marilee seems so happy nowadays… Hearing about something like this from a letter…" Geoff sighed again and added, "That would crush her."

Geoff nervously walked into the mess hall, the letter and its contents hidden behind his back. He walked over to Marilee and nervously said, "Uh… Sis?"

Marilee turned around and grinned. "Oh, morning, Geoff. What's up?"

"Uh… Can I talk to you… outside?"

Marilee shrugged. "Sure." She turned back to Keith and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Don't stop being so cute while I'm gone!" With a giggle, she stood up and followed Geoff outside. "So, what'd you want to talk to me about?"

Geoff scratched his neck with his free hand. "Uh… Well…"

"Is this about Keith?" Marilee waved a hand. "Don't worry. He's been a perfect gentleman to me. He even told me he tried to not look at my butt last night as much as possible."

"That's… great." Geoff sighed and handed her the items behind his back. "We got a letter from Mom last night."

"Really? Why would that be something to discuss?" Marilee took the letter and started reading it quietly to herself.

Dear Geoff and Marilee,

Hi, kids! I hope you two are having fun (Well, as much fun as you can possibly have on that horrific island, anyway)!

Geoff, I'm sorry things between you and Bridgette didn't work out. She was such a nice girl. But that Candace girl you've been hanging out with seems nice. She'd be a great girlfriend for you… But what do I know, right?

I'm so sad Duke didn't make it as far as you two did. And Marilee, sweetie, I'm sorry he blabbed about the tail thing. Don't tell him this, but he's an idiot.

Anyway, there's a specific reason I wanted to write to you two. I have some big news for you two. After you three left for Wawanakwa, I figured we were going to need an accountant for all the money I'm sure you kids will earn! Well, I got one and guess what? We're dating now! I want you to meet him as soon as the show is over! Oh, you kids will absolutely love him. He's a great man.

If you need to talk about this, you know where to call me.

Love, Mom

PS: I've attached a picture of him.

Marilee stared at the paper for a while, even after she was done reading. Her expression was blank, so it was hard to tell what she was thinking.

She looked up at Geoff, cracked a smile, and let out a laugh. "Is this some kind of joke?"

Geoff shook his head. "Nope, it's the real deal."

Marilee's smile faded and he handed her the photograph. She observed the man depicted. He looked to be in his early or mid forties and by his skin tone and nose, you could tell he was Italian. His hair was sleek and black, a strand of it dangling casually in his face. His emerald green eyes shone bright through his small, yet chic glasses. For an old guy, he wasn't half bad looking.

"Oh, my gosh," Marilee muttered, looking from the photo to her brother. "This isn't a joke, is it?"

Geoff shook his head again, looking worried as to how she would react.

Marilee handed him the letter and picture back, still looking blank in expression. "Wow… I never thought… I just never thought she would start dating again."

Geoff nodded. "Me too. But it's been, like, four years since the divorce, Mar. I guess we should have known she'd want to find somebody to spend the rest of her life with eventually…"

"I guess you're right," Marilee sighed. "Mom deserves to be happy, after all." She took the picture back and glared at it. "Though she didn't have to pick such a slime ball to go out with…"

"Marilee, don't be so quick to judge," Geoff warned her. "He might be a cool guy."

"Cool guys don't wear sweater vests," Marilee pointed out, pointing to his torso in the photo. "And look at his hair! It's all slicked back and stuff! Only slime balls do that! That's why they're called slime balls!"

"His hair's pretty cool for an old dude." Geoff took the picture back from her. "C'mon, Mom has good judgment. She wouldn't date some jerk."

"She married Dad," Marilee muttered, crossing her arms.

"… Okay, have to agree with you there. But she won't make that mistake again. Dad was a jerk and that's all in the past. Besides, this dude looks rich. He'd probably buy us lots of cool stuff to buy our approval… Wouldn't that be awesome?"

Marilee only had the chance to sigh, because Chris' voice boomed over the intercom. "Attention, campers! Report to the bonfire pit immediately!"

Geoff tucked the letter into his pocket, walking toward the destination Chris had told them to go to. Marilee took another look at the photograph of her mom's boyfriend, sighed again, and tucked it into her belt, since she didn't have any pockets. However, without her knowing it, the picture slipped at landed in front of an unknown individual. She picked it up, took a good look at it, then pocketed it. She'd question the reason it was there in the first place later.

*T*S*R*

Chris paced in front of the group of siblings, grinning his trademark grin. "Are you guys ready for excitement?"

"No."

"Not really."

"I wanna go home."

"Great!" Chris exclaimed. "Because for today's challenge, you will be taking a hike through the woods. The first one to make it here by nightfall wins for their team."

"That's it?" Cody asked.

"Yeah, what's the big deal?" Selena asked. "People hike for fun all the time."

Chris raised an eyebrow. "Who said anything about fun? This ain't no stroll through the park. It's a hike. In the woods… That's booby-trapped!"

Keith bit his lip, trying to stifle a laugh. "He said boobie!"

"The name of the game is… A Walk to Remember! Named after the greatest movie about walking I've never seen ever!"

"A Walk to Remember wasn't a movie about walking," Candace pointed out. "It was about this bad boy that falls in love with a good girl." She clasped her hands and cooed, "It was soooo romantic!"

"Sounds boring," Chris muttered. "And if the movie isn't about walking, they shouldn't have put the word 'walk' in there."

"It was a metaphor," Courtney told him. "You know, like life is a big-"

"Yeah, yeah, don't care," Chris said, not looking interested in a summary of the movie.

"Wikipedia said the movie was about hiking!" Chris angrily yelled. "Those lying computer nerds!"

"I looove that movie!" Candace gushed. "It kind of reminds me of Duncan and Courtney. Except Courtney doesn't get leukemia and die in the end and-"

There was suddenly a knock on the door and a voice, sounding like Courtney's, asked, "Candace, what are you doing in there?"

Candace looked around shiftily. "Nooooothiiiiing…"

"You aren't spoiling movies in there again, are you?"

She shifted guiltily in her seat. "Nooo…" Once she heard Courtney's footsteps getting farther and farther away, she blurted out, "Rosebud was a sled, Darth Vader was Luke's father, ET goes home, Bella and Edward-"

((We shall stop here. We don't need to find out how Twilight, Million Dollar Baby, and The Brave Little Toaster ended….))

"Your paths will be filled with the most horrific, blood-curdling, or maybe even tempting traps you will ever encounter! God, will you be messed up after this!" He chuckled, just as a helicopter landed by the campfire grounds and sent most of the campers back from the force of the chopping propellers.

The door slid open and Chef jumped out, jabbing a thumb toward the flying vehicle. "Get in, maggots!"

"Why?" LeShawna asked. "I thought we were walking."

"You are," Chris told her as he walked toward the huge chopper. "But we need to place you separately so you can't cheat or anything."

"Wait, we're doing this alone?" Jovie asked, worried.

"What? No, didn't I explain that part yet?"

"No."

"Oh." He shrugged. "Well, you're going with your siblings. And for those of you who are the only ones left in your family… We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. Now get in!"

*T*S*R*

Izzy was the first of her family to get out of the helicopter once it landed. It had taken her an entire box of Izzy Snacks to get on that 'flying demon', as she liked to call it, in the first place. No amount of delicious Izzy Snacks (which were actually pieces of burned bacon from that morning's breakfast that Chef had put in a cereal box for safe keeping) could make her stay on there for longer than necessary.

After Herbie and Xavier jumped out, the helicopter flew off, tousling their red hair as it flew out of sight.

"Phew, thank goodness that's over," Izzy sighed, wiping her forehead. "Thought that thing was gonna crash any minute."

"It wasn't that scary, Izzy," Herbie assured her as they started walking.

"Oh, reeeeeeally? How would you like it if you had to ride around in a big, scary pirate?"

"Xavier's the one who's afraid of pirates, not me."

"What difference does it make? You're twins, so you both like and hate the same things, right? You practically have the same minds."

Herbie sighed, looking at Xavier. "She's got a point…"

*T*S*R*

Zoey looked up at the helicopter as it flew away, then looked up at her older siblings. Selena was watching it fly out of eyeshot, too and Duncan had started walking. Zoey and Selena followed behind shortly.

*T*S*R*

Gwen scowled as the helicopter flew off, glaring at one of her new teammates. Heather.

They had also been paired with DJ. Now DJ was somebody Gwen could stand. But Heather? No matter how many people believed that she had changed, Gwen wasn't going to do that so easily.

And she was going to make sure Heather knew that.

*T*S*R*

Chris slid the door of the copter open, shoving Candace, Courtney, Cody and Keith out of it and onto the forest grass. "I think I'll call your little group… The Killer C's! Get it? Because your names all start with C! There's Cody, Courtney, Ca-"

"Actually," Keith started, standing up and wiping himself off, "My name begins with a K."

Chris frowned. "Well, I'm changing that. K names suck. C names are where it's at! Like me. Chris McLean!" He shot the camera a toothy grin and then added, "From now on, you will be know as Ceith, with a C."

Courtney blinked. "Chris, you can't just change how somebody spells their name because you don't like it. Besides, that spelling of his name would look stupid. Why-"

"Silence!" Chris exclaimed. "His new name is Ceith and that is final!"

"My name was Keith before and-"

"I meant Ceith with a C, Ceith," Chris told him, not looking amused. "Now get started, dudes! You're farther behind than the others!" He slid the door shut and the chopper lifted off.

Courtney sighed. "Okay, watch your step, everybody. Who knows what kind of booby traps Chris has in store for us."

"She said boobie, too!" Ceith giggled.

Courtney started walking, while Candace, Cody and Ceith followed behind her.

*T*S*R*

Marilee sighed, taking a look through the backpack full of supplies Chris had given them. "Hey, he actually didn't cheap out this time," she told Geoff. "There's plenty of food and drinks, some bug spray… Oh, a little mirror." She pulled it out and handed the backpack back to Geoff. She looked at herself in it, giving herself a little wink. "Hey, pretty lady. Lookin' good!" She made some kissy faces at it, until she was interrupted.

"Do you want me to leave you two alone?" Geoff jokingly asked.

Marilee hid the mirror behind her back and blushed in embarrassment. "No… I… Just… My hair looks really good today and…" She grunted and tossed the mirror back at him. "You'd be doing the same if I hadn't done it first."

He shrugged. "True." He looked at his reflection in the small mirror, too, giving himself a little wink.

After he tucked it back into the backpack and they kept walking, they heard a squish. Marilee stopped dead in her tracks, not because she wanted to, but because she couldn't move.

"Uh… Geoff?"

Geoff, how hadn't even noticed her stopping, stopped and turned around. He gaped at what he saw.

Marilee had stepped in quicksand that the two had failed to notice, and it was now all the way above her ankles. "Geoff, what are we going to do?" Marilee screamed, panicking. "I-I can't die! Everybody would be devastated! And I've never been to France! And I never got to write my autobiography! You can't write a book when you're dead! I wanna-"

"Okay, chill!" Geoff yelled, clearly even more panicked than she was. "Let me think…"

Marilee face-palmed as she continued to sink. "I'm doomed…"

Geoff looked at his surroundings, stroking his chin in thought. He happened upon a random vine a few feet away from them. "That's it!" He yanked the vine off from whatever it was growing off of and tossed one end to his sister. "I'll pull you out! You'll probably lose your shoes, but-"

"What?" Marilee shrieked, looking appalled. "Are you kidding me? These are my favorite knee high boots and they were really expensive and-"

"You got them for Christmas! It's not like you wasted any money on them or anything!"

"Um, hello, I got them for my birthday!"

"What's the difference?"

The quicksand was up to the middle of her calves by now. "… Twenty four hours."

Geoff sighed, gripping his end of the vine even tighter. "Marilee, would you rather live, or die in those stupid boots?"

Marilee looked up and tapped her chin, like she actually had to give that some thought.

"MARILEE!"

She rolled her eyes and wrapped the vine around her hands to get a tight grip. "Fine, pull me in."

Geoff had to yank a few times, but with one final heave, he yanked her out of the quicksand just in time. Both landed in a heap in front of the quicksand, her boots sinking in oblivion.

As she watched her boots disappear and she looked at her bare feet, Marilee scowled and stood up. "Well, that's fantastic. Just fan-frickin'-tastic. Look at me! Now I'm going to have to walk around this deathtrap forest with no shoes on!" She growled and kept yelling, "And now my favorite boots are gone forever! Those things probably cost more than Chris' haircut and I'll never get another pair like them! Why-"

"I know this might be a bit of a shocker to you dudes," Geoff began, looking through the backpack, "but Marilee can get a bit… testy." He pulled something out of the backpack, a juice box, and waved it around. "But you give her one of these bad boys and it cools her right down! Dunno why and I can't remember how I figured it out, but it works, so I ain't gonna argue!"

Geoff poked the straw into the juice box he pulled out and looked over at Marilee, who was red from screaming so loudly.

"A-And now I'll have blisters and my whole entire life is ruined and-" He forced the juice box straw into her mouth and placed the box in her hands. She looked perplexed at first, but she merely accepted the token and started drinking, her eyes lulling in relaxation.

Geoff grinned and patted her on the shoulder. "There we go!"

Geoff held up a juice box and proudly grinned. "That's right! Geoff's patented Get-Marilee-To-Chill-Out Technique!" He grinned a while longer, then admitted, "Okay, so it's still pending," and pulled out an official looking piece of paper that verified the pending patent. "But still, don't leave home without a juice box, folks!"

*T*S*R*

Izzy took a deep sniff and kept walking. "Aaahhh, I missed these woods." She gestured to her surroundings dramatically. "The bountiful amounts of poison ivy, the bloodthirsty critters…" She took another deep whiff. "…The pungent smell of bear urine." She nodded. "Good stuff."

Xavier took a sniff, too. "I don't smell any urine… Just pee."

Izzy took a look around once again and gasped. "Oh, speaking of bears… You guys remember that bear costume I wore last year?"

"That one you wore to scare the snot out of your team?" Herbie asked.

Izzy snapped. "That's the one! I think I left it around here somewhere… You guys wanna see me in it?" She kicked a foot back and cupped her hands together. "It makes me feel like a princess…"

The twins nodded excitedly.

"Okie-dokie!" She sprinted to a Douglas fir and added, "I distinctly remember leaving it riiiiight... Here!" She poked her head around the tree, but found no bear suit behind it. "Gasp!" Izzy exclaimed. "My bear costume! It's gone!" She spun around and took a look at her brothers. "There is a thief among us!"

"It was Herbie!" Xavier yelled, pointing to his brother.

"Nuh-uh!" Herbie exclaimed, jabbing a finger in Xavier's direction. "It musta been him!

"Was not! It was Herbie, Izzy, not me!"

"No! Xavier!"

"Herbie!"

"XAVIER!"

"HERBIE!"

"Izzy!" Izzy yelled. When the twins gave her a confused look, she shrugged and explained, "I didn't wanna be left out… But I didn't mean either of you two. If you had stolen it, you would obviously be wearing it. I mean, who wouldn't want to, right? I even left a few cheese puffs in there…" She snapped her fingers. "That could have been their main motive! Well, nobody gets away with stealing Izzy's bear suit! And especially not her cheese puffs!"

"Whatcha gonna do?" Xavier curiously asked.

"The only thing I can do, baby brother person…" Izzy turned away from the two and the camera panned closer to her face so it could capture the hatred flaring in her green eyes. "I'm going to take them down, even if it's the last thing I do…" She turned back to them and said, "But I will have to go alone. I don't want to risk your young lives…" She bowed to them like a karate sensei and sprinted off without another word.

The redheaded boys watched her as she ran out of sight, unsure of where to go from there. "She… She left us all alone!" Herbie yelled, panicking. "We're gonna die! We're- OOOOH, A STICK!" Calming down, he picked the stick up and started flailing it around.

"Hey! I found a stick, too!" Xavier said, picking up a stick similar to Herbie's.

"Maybe this won't be so bad after all!" Herbie exclaimed, running off with his stick, Xavier close behind.

*T*S*R*

"Are we there yet?"

"No, Zoey," Selena told her, picking a piece of lint off her pink off the shoulder top.

"… Are we-"

"We are NOT starting that again, Zoey," Duncan grumpily told her, looking at the path ahead of them. "If we were there, I think you'd be able to tell."

Zoey blinked. "I guess you're right…"

*T*S*R*

LeShawna looked around as she and Jovie walked, not seeing any traps. "Hmm, this ain't so hard."

Jovie nodded. "Yeah. I'd have thought that Chris would spring some crazy trap on us by now."

"And at least it's a nice day today…"

As soon as LeShawna finished that sentence, thunder clapped and they were immediately drenched from the rain falling on them.

Jovie glared at her. "You just had to say that, didn't you?"

Meanwhile, back at camp, Chris was looking at the monitor following the sisters, laughing his head off. He pressed a button on the cloud remote in his hands and another thunderous boom was heard. He looked at the camera and grinned. "Oh, I love this thing… And you thought it just did hail!"

*T*S*R*

Walking with a slump, Marilee mumbled, "Ow, ow, ow," with every step she took. She was already getting blisters from walking around the forest barefoot. "AH!" She lifted her foot up and bounced around on the other. "I think something got caught in my foot! Ouch, it huuuuurts!"

"Let me see," Geoff said, grabbing her foot and taking a look at it. "I don't see anything…"

"I might have athlete's foot! Or burning foot syndrome! Or… Some third foot disease," she gasped dramatically.

"Oh, here's the culprit…" Geoff yanked a small but sharp piece of stone out of the heel of her foot and flicked it away. He let her foot gently drop and rolled his eyes, grinning slightly. "No need for the hysterics, sis…"

Marilee pouted, crossing her arms as they kept walking. "You're the one who couldn't even walk after getting a teensy splinter on your leg."

Geoff crossed his arms, too. "You heard Bridgette. That splinter horribly disfigured me…" He took in a deep breath, like he was trying not to cry. "It was traumatizing. I still wake up screaming in the middle of the night…"

"I know," she told him, not looking amused. "I sleep in the room next to yours at home."

Before he could retort, Herbie and Xavier popped out of a nearby bush and waved at them. "Hi, guys!" Herbie greeted. He turned to his brother and said, "See, told you we'd find somebody…"

"Little dudes?" Geoff questioned. "Where's Izzy?"

"She ran off to find a bear suit or something," Xavier said, waving the twig he found earlier around for no apparent reason.

"And she just left you alone?" Marilee asked, not looking or sounded a bit concerned or interested. Both nodded.

Geoff pulled Marilee aside and said, "We can't just let them wander around by themselves."

"Why can't we?" Marilee asked, crossing her arms tightly over her chest.

"They're on our team, for one thing," Geoff pointed out. "And they could get hurt, for another. Like… a pack of wild wolves could eat them or something."

"… So?"

Geoff grinned slightly. "Mari, come on. You're a pistol, but you would never leave two people, kids especially, alone to die."

Her expression softened; she almost looked hurt. Uncrossing her arms and placing a hand over her heart, she whispered, "It's like you don't even know me, Geoff…"

Geoff sighed. "Look, we have to do this."

Marilee stomped her bare foot and whined, "Geoff, noooo! You know I hate kids!"

"We don't have much of a choice here. If the rest of the team finds out, one of us will probably go home next campfire ceremony."

Marilee glared at him. "You're one of the kids I hate…." Her expression softened and she sighed, knowing he was right. "Oh, fine. I guess it won't be that bad." She walked back over to Herbie and Xavier and said, "C'mon, snot goblins. You're coming with us."

"YAY!" Herbie and Xavier clung to her legs, making her almost lose her balance.

After she stopped flailing her arms in an attempt to say upright, she angrily looked straight ahead, hand outstretched toward Geoff. He yanked a juice box out of nowhere, put the straw in it and handed it to her. She took a long sip and started walking, rather awkwardly since the two boys were still on her legs.

*T*S*R*

"I guess this isn't that bad," Trent said, looking a the pretty scenery of the forest around them. "There haven't been any traps yet…"

"Yeah…" Grace kicked a nearby pebble. "Trent?"

He looked down at her. "Yeah?"

She looked around, then back up at him and asked, "Do you love me?"

He chuckled, "Of course I do, kiddo."

"But… You say you love Gwen, too."

Trent smiled fondly at the thought of his girlfriend. "I do… I really do…"

"But you just said you love me."

"… Uh-huh?"

"Well, which one of us do you love more? It's me, right?"

"Grace, I love you both differently. So technically-"

"But it's ME, right?"

Trent sighed, no feeling like arguing anymore. "Yes. It's you…"

Grace stopped dead in her tracks, feeling an oh-so-familiar sensation in her lower body. "Um… Trent?"

Trent looked down at his sister. "Yeah?" He took note of the way she was wobbling back and forth, arms tucked between her crossed legs. "Oh, that's a cute dance," he commented, lightly smiling. "Can you save it for later, though? We have to keep going and-"

"I'm not dancin' …" She wiggled around a little and whimpered, "I-I gotta go!"

"Go where?" he asked, oblivious to what she meant at first. He thought it over and his eyes widened. "Oh, go!" Grace nodded, biting down on her lip. "Why didn't you go before we left?"

"I didn't have to go, then!" She started bobbing up and down, looking pained. "But I gotta go reeeeeal bad now!"

Trent looked around, slightly panicked. There was not a washroom in sight, nor were there any bushes, only trees. He had a real dilemma on his hands. He didn't want to have to walk around with Grace if she reeked of accidental urine. "Okay, don't worry… Just, uh… Squat and do it."

"Squat?" Grace looked around. "Squat where?"

"Here's as good as any place, I guess."

"You mean… On the grass? Ewww…" Grace stuck her tongue out. "I don't wanna tinkle out here!"

Trent rubbed his temples and sighed. His patience was thinning. "We don't have a lot of options here, Grace. You can either go out here or wet your pants. Your choice."

Grace looked around again and sighed. "Okay…" She wandered to the trunk of a nearby tree so that she'd at least have something to lean against, turned her back to it, and was getting ready to pull her skirt and tights down when she noticed that Trent was still staring in her general direction. "Could you… not look, please?"

Trent blinked and nodded. "Oh, right. Sorry." He turned his back to her and the camera panned in on his face, as to give the girl more privacy.

"And close your eyes!"

"Grace, I'm not going to look. Besides, I still can't see you, even with my eyes open."

"Just close 'em, please? I don't wanna take any chances."

"Fine, I'll shut them." However, Trent did not shut his eyes.

"Are they shut?"

"Yes, they are." Liar.

"Okay…" You could hear her fumbling with her clothing, but before she actually pulled anything down, she was quick to add, "And cover your ears and make lots of noise so you can't hear me!"

"What? Grace, don't you think that you're being a little-"

"DO IT BEFORE I PEE ALL OVER MYSELF!"

Trent certainly didn't want that, so he quickly slapped his hands over his ears and sang, "La la la, I can't hear anything! La la la, just go already, Grace! La la la, do it before your big brother's head explodes! La la-"

Trent gripped his forehead, eyes tightly shut. He obviously had a headache from having to deal with that. "Okay, that was more stressful than it had to be. Sometimes I wish Grace had been born a boy. Then 'he' could have just gone and not cared who saw." He tapped his chin and added, "But if Grace had been a boy, my parents would have named her Felix, so…" Trent smiled and shrugged. "I guess things work out for the best…"

Trent tapped his foot impatiently, eventually giving up on his little song. "You've been over there for a while… You sure you're okay?"

"Still goin' …"

After about half a minute, Trent exasperatedly said, "Seriously, Grace, how much did you drink today?"

"I dunno… All I had was some special fruit punch that Chef gave me."

"… What made it… Special?"

Chef waved a bottle of bright red liquid around and chuckled evilly. "This stuff works just like laxatives, only it messes up your bladder instead of your bowels. Bought it from the same creepy voodoo chick I got the wackadoo elixir from." He grinned and added, "And it's got a great fruity taste! I could have given it to everybody, but I decided to only give it to Little Scary Girl instead. She called me a fathead!" He started to tear up and whimpered, "Nobody makes fun of my head's weight problems! NOBODY!" He dropped the bottle and loudly sobbed into his hands.

"Are you almost done?" Trent asked, tired of waiting.

"… Nope…"

He sighed, "At this point, I don't care if you do pee yourself…"

"I'll be done soon… Wait… For… It… Done!" Trent heard her fumbling with her clothing once again and sighed in relief. He heard her gasp. "Trent, Trent! Come look!"

"You're not going to show me what you… did, are you?" Trent asked as Grace ran toward him. "That was sort of cute during potty training, but it'd just be kind of gross now…"

"No, no! I think it's something important!" She ran over to him and grabbed his hand, dragging him toward a tree close to the one she had been by. He had to awkwardly walk with her, since her grabbing his hand made him bend over and have to almost squat, due to their major size differences. "Look!"

Trent bent down farther to look at what she was trying to show him. All that was behind the tree was a long piece of rope. "A rope? Why'd you want to show me this?" He reached toward the rope to get a better look at it to see what the big deal was.

Grace gasped and tugged on his pant leg. "Wait, no! I think it's a-"

Yanking on the rope triggered a net to swoop the two up, much like Owen had been a few challenges back.

Grace looked at what happened and weakly sighed, "Trap…"

"Of course," Trent muttered as he slapped his forehead. "Well, we should remain calm and wait for someone to find us. I guess it at least can't get much worse…"

"Uh-oh…" He looked down to see Grace in the same uncomfortable position as she had been in a while back. "I hafta go potty again!"

Trent's expression was blank for the longest time, until he twisted himself around in the net and screamed, "HELP!" He shook the net slightly and yelled, "C'mon, let me outta this crazy thing!"

Herbie and Xavier? Actually part of a plot for once? GASP!

Yeah, I don't really use those two lil monkeys for much… Time for them to shine a little!

The Trent and Grace potty emergency was based off this story a friend from school told me about when him and his baby sister were in the woods and she had to go. Twas funneh, so I had to write something like that… XD He also mentioned that during potty training, she'd like make everybody in their house look at what she… 'did.' Kids are weird… :3

And I know a few certain characters didn't get enough screen time. Don't worry, they will… Oh, they will… :D

So what will happen to our brave campers? What's gonna go down with Herbie, Xavier, Geoff and Marilee? Will Izzy find her beat suit and the their behind its disappearance? Will Trent and Grace get out in time? Will Ceith be allowed to change his name back to Keith? Find out in the next installment of Total! Sibling! Rivalry!