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This is the final installment of the camping trip series. Just that much more closer to drama!!! Yessssss!

I guess I'll leave it at that, but must warn you: what you are about to read is not for those disgusted by spandex. Nuff said.

ENJOY!!!!!! :D

PS-Last edited March 16th 2010

As he lays in the darkness on his back, eyes closed and body strangely tense, Raph has to wonder what time it is. It feels like he's been trying to fall asleep for hours, but it could hardly be forty minutes. His eyes have long since adjusted to the dark of the tent and he lifts his head to look at Leo's body sprawled out next to him, his brother's chest hopefully rising and falling, although it's impossible to tell when he sleeps on his front. Expecting to have his head torn off, Raph reaches out a hand and jiggles Leo's shoulder slightly. Nothing. Annoyed, Raph shakes his shoulder again, roughly this time, and he's surprised when Leo mumbles, "I'm awake, Raph," with his eyes still firmly shut.

"Oh. How come?" Raph wonders, knowing Leo is usually one early to bed and early to rise.

"You're so restless I haven't been able to fall asleep," Leo answers, a less than pleasant tone to his voice. Face becoming a grumpy scowl, Raph snaps back, "I can't sleep with this damn thing on," glaring at the molecular changer on his wrist with absolute loathing.

"Quiet, you'll wake Mikey and Don," Leo cautions, pointing to the other sleeping forms. Both leap practically two feet in the air when Mikey sits up suddenly, insisting cheerfully, "No worries, bro!"

"What 'bout Don?" Raph asks, all three turning their attention to the only one not suffering from insomnia. Mikey decides poking is the best way to see if Don's awake, so he gives his brother's arm a few jabs. A hand shoots out rapidly, enclosing Mikey's wrist, and Don reluctantly lifts his head from the pillow. Still sleepy eyed, Don grumbles, "Do that again if you have a death wish, Mike," the caffeine withdrawal taking its toll on his good humor. Stretching his arms above his head, Don gives a mighty yawn and settles himself into a cross legged position. Eyes focused on the huge yellow moon through the tent netting, the night calls to Leo and he asks in a whisper, "Anyone up for a swim?"

"Now you're talkin'!" Mikey crows, and he is immediately shushed, a frown taking over Mikey's smile. Hurt by the action, Mikey mutters loudly, "Gosh, why do you guys gotta be so cranky?"

"Because," Raph hisses, eyes flashing in the dark, "if ya don't shut yer trap for ten seconds, we won't be able ta take these molecular changers off while we swim. Got it?" Mikey's eyes widen in excitement at the prospect and he pumps his fists in the air in silent jubilation, almost taking the tent down his ecstasy. He receives yet another glare from his brothers and his arms fall to his sides, Mikey trying his best to be quiet lest he get left behind. Staying a little closer to his brothers in the darkness of the woods, Mikey almost screeches as he hears a loud snap of twigs behind him, grabbing Don's arm and squeaking in a panicked voice, "I heard something!"

"Afraid of the dark, Mike?" Raph taunts, smirking at his brother still clinging to Don. Mikey affirms his assumption with a nod. Voice a little gentler, Raph insists, "There's nothing in these woods scarier than Don right now, Mikey."

"You're right on that one, Raph," Don growls threateningly at the jibe, implanting fears of caffeine and its effects into all their minds and he sets off with Mikey in tow. Once they reach the lake, Leo searches around for good measure before taking off his shirt then his jeans, finally unfastening his molecular altering device. He didn't know he could miss his shell so much until now, and his sentiments are expressed in Mikey's breathed, "Finally," as the teen jumps into the cool water.

'There's nothing following us, I was stupid for getting scared in the woods," Mikey says to himself, dismissing his earlier suspicions as he submerges himself in the indigo water, a small array of stars winking down on him. Popping up with a loud splash, Mikey calls, "Surf's up, dudes!"

"At least it's not 'cowabunga'," Raph mumbles, wading into the water with Don and Leo not far behind. Diving under, Don finds Leo's ankle on the murky bottom, upending his older brother mercilessly. Raph and Mikey look on in awe at their usually mild mannered brother, his wickedness due to the fact the coffee maker wasn't considered a 'necessity'.

"Oh, I'm sorry Leo," he says with his voice dripping sarcasm, his grin evil. The eldest blinks at Don a few times before narrowing his eyes and lunging at Don who swims quickly away. In mid stroke, Leo's caught by Mikey and dragged under, spluttering as he comes up. The intelligent mutant smiles and dives under, disappearing in the dark water. He's about to sneak up on Raph when Leo beats him to it. Then it's full out war. They yell and laugh as they splash each other pitilessly.

Unknown to them, they're being watched. The second they slipped out of their tent, four spies pursued them like shadows, their only setback the miss step that cracked a twig loudly and scared Mikey out of his skin. To avoid another mistake like that one, they waited until the men were merely dark figures far ahead on the path before proceeding with extreme caution. By the time they reached the lake, the four they trailed were already in the middle of the water, shouting and slapping water at each other, their figures indistinguishable under the faint glow of the moon. They missed the transformation because of their minor flub, but it's better this way. Spotting the target, one of them reaches out and quickly grabs two shirts and a pair of jeans from a rock close to the tree obscuring them, another grabbing the rest of the boys' clothes. A third tosses four black garments on the tree stump to replace those they snatched. The fourth is about to grab the digital watches but thinking quickly the second one hisses, "No, don't take those! You'll be seen!"

Swiftly retracting their arm, the fourth turns to the others and they divide the clothes amongst themselves. Smile gleaming in the darkness, the fourth spy whispers, "They'll never know what hit them!" and they jog soundlessly back to camp with their trophies.

Just barely avoiding a wave of water created by Raph, Don glances to the shore and stops suddenly, seeing a rustle of branches though there's no wind. Dodging another splash, he says, "I saw something move." Leo looks to the shore, eyes searching for any movement. He can't see anything, but he senses a presence. Leo puts his finger to his lips and swims back to land, motioning for his brothers to follow him. Upon planting his feet on the shore, Leo sees nothing threatening, but he's still suspicious, scanning the area around him and squinting to see further. Raph shrugs his shoulders, taking Leo's alertness to be solely paranoia and makes to pick up his pants from a tree stump. He stops abruptly, not seeing anything but their molecular changers and four unfamiliar black pieces of fabric. Curious, he picks one up, his eyes widening in realization. Wondering why his brother looks a little greener than usual, Mikey picks one up. He immediately discovers why Raph looks like he's going to be sick and he complains childishly, "You've gotta be kidding me!"

Donatello examines the black spandex in mild interest, then fully comprehending what he's holding, Don wonders, "What are we going to do?"

Grimacing at the garments in disgust, Leo sighs and replies grudgingly, "We're going to have to wear these things back to camp."

"Why?!" Raph demands, holding his at arms length as if it's a dead animal.

"We can't very well go back to camp like this, can we?" Leo points out, tapping Raph's plastron with the back of his hand. Shaking his head as the many scenarios of what will happen when they return to camp cross his mind, Don groans, "They'll never let us live this down."

The four thieves stand strong in a pool of moonlight, waiting for their victims as they are basked in the glory of the moment. The four boys emerge from the woods shortly, each sporting their 'gifts': black Speedos, which they can surprisingly pull off. Rachel, the leader of their mission, smiles victoriously and takes in Leo's amazing physique, unable to pry her eyes from him. To stifle her giggles, Sam has to clap her hand over her mouth, and Lily presses her lips together firmly so she won't laugh. Arms folded tightly across his chest to cover as much as possible and make himself seem more intimidating, Leo chides, "That wasn't a very honorable way of stealing our clothes."

"I call it a way to spice up a road trip," Sam counters, smile broadening as Rachel says calmly, "You can't scare us, Leo."

"Besides, we left you your watches," Vanessa adds quite smugly, annoying all four of the boys further. If Vanessa hadn't left their watches, they would have been in an even worse predicament, and they know that; it's just irritating that she can use it against them.

Absolutely dying to know, Mikey demands, "How'd you know we were gonna go swimming?" Shifting Don's clothes in her arms, Lily replies smoothly, "You guys are too predictable; I knew you would most likely feel the impulse to go for a late night swim. It's based on statistics because men usually need to do something on a camping trip that involves not being fully clothed, seeing that they're not in the city where people can actually see them."

Donatello doesn't know if he should be impressed that Lily thought everything through so much, or be ashamed that he didn't expect it. Patience running thin, Raph holds out his hand and orders, "Just give us back our clothes."

A smirk on her face as her eyes flit up and down his body, Vanessa says in a sultry voice, "You're going to have to catch me."

Like a flash she's turned and gone, bolting to the refuge of the thick trees behind her with his clothes bundled tightly in her arms. With a muttered, "Damn," Raph sets off after her, a grunt escaping his throat as he leaps over a tree stump. Taking her cue, Sam laughs and runs in a different direction around the tents and toward the tree line, Mikey following her immediately and closing in quickly. The distraction useful, Lily breezes right by Don and runs down the path leading to the lake. Don blinks as the gush of wind hits his face and empowered by his terrible mood he chases her in aggravation, not about to let Lily get away with it.

Sending Leo a wink, Rachel dashes to the trees at her right, Leo trailing not far behind her. Leo is faster despite the underbrush, but Rachel is able to dodge his hands. She ducks and turns to fit through thinner gaps, and after she evades his grasp for the fifth time, he exhales an irritated sigh, getting even closer. Practically feeling his breath on her neck, Rachel decides to stop this thing before it's even begun and directs her course to a low branch, knowing that with his height Leo will have to duck. He misses it as easily as only a ninja can but Rachel turns left suddenly, gaining a slim lead by slipping between some closely planted trees. Her lead grows considerably and she gains the courage and cheek to trail his jeans and shirt behind her like a pennant. Unfortunately, the belt loop of his pants catches onto an outstretched branch, sending them to the ground.

"Darn it!" she curses, but thanks her lucky stars that she still has his shirt. Knowing Leo, he will stop at almost nothing to get total and ultimate victory. It's simply the way Leo is. She's of course correct with her assumption; the moment his pants are all the way up to his hips and he's fastened them, Leo continues after Rachel in hot pursuit.

'I'm not in the mood for this right now,' Don says to himself, though he isn't too worried. He's sure he'll get his clothes back…eventually. Noting that he's actually perspiring, Don has to wonder, 'Is it just me, or is she faster than she was during the race earlier? Was letting me pass her all part of her plan, or am I being crazy and blowing everything out of proportion? Am I dreaming all of this? I'm clearly going insane, bit by bit. They say that talking to yourself is one of the early signs of being mentally unstable, as well as forgetfulness, but I haven't forgotten anything, have I? Maybe I forgot something but I can't remember I forgot it and…GAH! Okay, I'm going to stop talking to myself. I just need sleep, that's all. I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy…'

This mantra gets Don back on task and he realizes just how close he is to Lily. She darts her eyes over her shoulder and sees him closing the gap quickly, she looks around for something to use to her advantage. She picks a tree and puts her plan into action; grabbing its slender trunk as she draws near it, Lily swings herself around and resumes her run in the opposite direction, heading back to camp. Don heaves a fatigued sigh and follows her lead, executing the same move without losing any speed and keeps the chase, muttering something unpleasant beneath his breath.

Sam proves difficult to catch as she weaves through the trees gracefully like a white tailed deer, Mikey reaching out and missing her arm by a hair this time. Blinded by his frustration, he doesn't see the fallen branch on the forest floor and the usually agile ninja trips over it, his knees and palms breaking the fall. Now covered in damp earth and more determined than ever, Mikey decides it's time to even the playing field.

Raph searches stealthily for Vanessa in the dense trees, the turtle having lost her not too long ago. A rustle from above traps his attention and his head snaps up, the pale moonlight on what looks like skin catching his eye. Inhaling a deep, quiet breath he trails the figure overhead, the only thing on his mind his clothes as branches, needles and thorns scrape at his skin. Nothing can stop Raph as he stalks the equally skilled ninja in the dead of night; absolutely nothing.

Five minutes after the pants incident, Leo has lost Rachel and finally stops in his tracks, closing his eyes to block out everything but the sounds around him. The wind whistles through the leaves, the gentle question of an owl calls out in the thick forest, and then the sound of heavy breathing reaches his ears from somewhere to his left. He goes into invisibility mode, climbing up a tall leaf decked tree to gain the upper hand, and peers down into the darkness below. There he sees Rachel, her back flattened against a tree trunk as she tries to regain her breath and strategize, heart pounding madly. Cat-like, Leo leaps down from the branch where he perches and grabs her by the biceps as he lands softly. Rachel releases a shriek in surprise, the piercing sound dying in her throat as her eyes adjust to the dark and sees Leo's familiar face. Smiling, she compliments, "Nice work," trying her best to sound casual after her scare. Taking the shirt she offers, Leo breathes, "Thanks," pulling it over his head. As she gulps the sharp night air in, Rachel asks, "Was that fun?"

"Surprisingly, yes," Leo answers, running a hand through his hair and making it stick up. Rachel giggles and reaches up, pressing down his dark tufts of hair, agreeing, "I thought so, too."

They stand there for a few more moments before Leo asks, "What now?"

Looking thoughtful, Rachel finally replies, "Now we go back to camp and sleep. I'm beat." Rachel starts off toward where she thinks the tents are, but is stopped when Leo's fingers close around her wrist. Pulling Rachel in the opposite direction, he says quietly, "Camp is this way." To cover up her mistake, Rachel mumbles, "Oh," as if she's not embarrassed and follows him without question. Night noises buzz around their ears until Rachel demands, "How'd you do that?"

"Do what?" Leo counters, stepping around a mossy rock that sits in their path. As she pushes a cobweb from her face, Rachel specifies, "How'd you climb the tree and jump down so quietly?"

"Oh, that," he mutters. Leo thinks about his response for a moment before replying as honestly as possible on the subject, "Just a lot of practice."

"Huh," Rachel comments, if you can really call that a comment. Leo smiles a little, asking, "How did you learn how to scream like that?"

Rachel chuckles, and lowering her voice slightly, she imitates him beautifully, "Just a lot of practice. My dad and brother used to think it was funny to sneak up on me and snatch me by the shoulders." Seeing Leo's smile grow, she insists seriously, "It wasn't funny."

"I'm sure it wasn't," Leo manages to reply between laughs, Rachel punching his arm gently. The smile stays plastered on his face even after he stops laughing, yet he manages to look more somber as he asks, "What's your brother's name?"

Eyes trained to her toes, Rachel responds quietly after a short pause, "Jordan."

Leo takes that as the closing of their conversation and risks peeking at Rachel from the corner of his eye, an emotionless mask in place of her face. Rachel's indifference doesn't fool Leo, but what should he say? 'Your brother's a jerk?' 'Give him another chance?' 'Forget about him?' None of them fit what he means to say, so he opts to put his arm around her shoulders gently instead of saying something that sounds rehearsed or insincere. Rachel smiles to herself and muses, 'What a sweetheart.'

Sam pads cautiously through the woods, keeping an eye out for any sign of Mikey so she can get a head start. The boy is fast! Although Sam's on high alert, she fails to notice Mikey crouched down behind some thick bushes, waiting oh so patiently for her. Mikey takes a fleeting glance from around his bush and sees Sam not far away, her back to his hiding place. He hears Sam take one step toward him, two, three, four. Her breathing is now loud and he's sure she's right there. Mikey hops up and turns to face her, grabbing her by what he thinks are her shoulders, although they feel unnaturally soft. Grinning broadly, he crows "Gotcha!" His smile disappears when he discovers that he's not holding Sam by her shoulders. In truth, he's clutching the sides of her breasts.

Petrified, Mikey can't move, let alone speak, but his brain certainly can as it yells, 'Idiot! You don't grab a girl by her boobs until you're an official couple, doofus!' Just as shocked as Mikey is that he caught her in mid stretch, Sam recovers quickly and raises her eyebrow, teasing, "And you said I wasn't playing fair."

Mikey chuckles nervously and his hands drop to his sides, his blush detected even in the dark. Handing him his garments with flourish, Sam says grandly, "Your clothes." Mikey pulls his shirt over his head and orders, "Close your eyes." He's grateful to be distracted from his mortification for at least a few seconds as he tugs his shirt all the way on, but notices that Sam's peeking at him between her fingers.

"I said no looking," he scolds, although he's laughing, and he reaches over to shield her eyes with one hand, sliding on his jeans with the other. Leaving his hand where it is, Mikey moves forward slowly and closes the space between them.

"What are you doing, Mikey?" Sam asks worriedly, expecting a face full of leaves any second now. She is stunned into silence as he presses his lips gently to hers before she can say another word, the kiss lasting only a few seconds. It is powerful and leaves her heart hammering, Sam smiling as Mikey lifts his hand from her eyes. He cups her cheek and their lips are about to meet again when a loud scream sounds from another part of the woods. Mikey practically jumps into Sam's arms and her head snaps up in surprise. The noise resonates in the trees a few moments longer as they exchange a look. "I think Leo found Rachel," Sam remarks, pecking Mikey on the lips one last time before she pulls him in the direction of where they came from.

Vanessa travels swiftly and inaudibly through the treetops, glancing down every few seconds to make sure Raph is still on the ground behind her. She squints to see more clearly, not sure if she's looking at a patch of light on Raph's hair or some moonlight illuminated bark. Dropping to the ground with a faint thump, she glances about herself for safety and moves in for a closer look.

She searches in vain, as Raph is squatting in a nearby tree, waiting for her. Once she is upon the ground, he jumps down noiselessly, sneaking up on her and seizing her from behind. Vanessa starts violently and twists around, exhaling her breath in relief when she makes out his face in the midnight light.

"You have to stop doing that," she whispers, smacking his chest playfully.

"You have ta stop stealin' my pants," Raph retorts, taking back what is rightfully his. She looks a little reluctant, but her attention is diverted as she catches a glimpse of one of the larger cuts on his arm. Fingering it delicately, Vanessa asks in concern, "What happened to your arm?"

"Thorns," he replies gruffly, tugging on his jeans. Her smile sympathetic, she kisses it chastely, asking, "Does that make it better?"

"I didn't need that, I ain't a kid," Raph grumbles, though he secretly liked it.

"Says you," Vanessa teases, bumping him with her hip and grinning at him brilliantly. Raph allows himself to smile too and nudges her back, asking, "You inta younger men?"

"Of course I am," she replies sarcastically, hooking her arm through his. They take three steps before Raph realizes that he doesn't have his shirt anymore. He looks at the ground surrounding them and then his eyes move to Vanessa, who avoids his gaze and holds her free hand behind her back. Under his suspicious look, she smiles sheepishly and defends herself with flattery. "You're pretty."

Raph rolls his eyes and reaches around her body, taking his shirt back. Instead of pulling his shirt on, he wraps his arm around Vanessa's waist and the pair head back toward camp for a good night's sleep.

Donatello has closed in on his prey, almost close enough to catch Lily by the elbow. The clearing up ahead with the tents pitched up is welcoming to Lily and she feels a sense of relief flood her, her pursuer tiring. When Lily breaks through the trees, the wind is knocked out of her as a pair of muscular arms wind around her middle, swinging her in a full circle before they place her feet on the ground. Gasping for air, Lily turns her head to look over her shoulder at Don's face; and what a triumphant face it is. After a brief moment he releases her, his clothes shoved into his arms as Lily bends over to breathe easier. Don's like a flash as he pulls on his clothes, trying to cover as much as possible with a girl in his company. Lily is confused that he's so insecure about his body, because let's face it: He's attractive.

"Don," she begins carefully, gaining his attention before she continues, "I don't want you to feel awkward around me. I know this isn't a very good example seeing as about two seconds ago you were half naked, but what I mean is you don't have to feel weird when I'm with you. If I make you uncomfortable, you can just tell me."

"That's not it," he contradicts, and knowing his explanation may take a little while, he sits down, motioning for her to join him. Lily kneels next to him and waits for him to speak, his nervousness tangible.

'Alright, I guess now's as good a time as any to tell her…' Don says to himself, taking a deep breath before plunging in, "This is really new to me. I've never been in a real relationship with a girl. In fact, I've actually never kissed a girl before—"

"Aw, that's so cute!" Lily coos, the words out of her mouth before she even thinks about what she's saying.

'Oops,' she says to herself, feeling responsible for how Don seems to deflate a bit. Giving her next phrase more thought, Lily corrects herself reproachfully, "I haven't been in many relationships either, but I thought that's because all the guys who went to my High School weren't looking for more than a night."

Shrugging, Don concludes, "That's their loss."

'And my gain,' he says to himself. Surprised at his own possessiveness, Don shoves that thought away. To change the subject, Lily asks, "What university do you go to?"

Putting his brains to work, he replies carefully, "I actually don't go to university right now, but I've sent applications to some different places like UNYC, Yale, Princeton, Stanford, places like that. I'm on a waiting list, so in the mean time, I've been holding down a job in IT tech."

It's not technically a lie. He does want to go to those universities. Like it's his fault they don't let giant mutant turtles in. Besides, he is on the waiting list at five of the many schools he's applied for on a whim.

"Really? That's cool. I go to the UNYC, and I take evening shifts as a waitress to earn extra money," Lily replies guardedly, though she leaves a factor of the equation. The biggest one of all, the very reason she has no choice but to work as a waitress to make ends meet. 'He wouldn't understand,' Lily tells herself, though the guilt still sits in the pit of her stomach, twisting the knot tighter in her abdomen.

"What're you brainiacs doin'?"

They jump at the sound of Raphael's voice and create an enormous gap between themselves, looking warily between the six towering over them. Swallowing to stall and regain her voice, Lily answers truthfully, "We were just talking about universities."

"Riiight," Sam scoffs. Desperate to change the subject, Lily blurts, "I see you guys got your clothes back. That's…nice." It's entertaining to see Don and Lily try to make everyone believe they were having an innocent chat. None of them buys it. Stretching more dramatically than necessary, Don yawns and announces, "Well, I'm going to bed."

"Me too," Lily concurs a smite too quickly and she escapes to the tent. Rachel, Sam and Vanessa exchange smirks and follow her into the tent with only one thought on their minds.

"So?" Vanessa pries, leaving the unsaid to hang in the air with satisfying results. Lily licks her lips and counters in a voice between carelessness and anxiety, "'So' what?" straightening the wrinkles from her pajamas absentmindedly. Rachel snorts at Lily trying to be nonchalant and insists, "Don't give us that, Lily!" Sam takes a stab, urging, "We want to hear all the juicy details."

With an attempt at an apathetic shrug, Lily states, "There aren't any juicy details. We were talking about universities, like I said earlier. Don and I aren't very physical."

"You fell asleep in his lap during the campfire," Rachel points out and Lily flushes vibrantly, stuttering, "I-I was tired."

"So was I, but I didn't sleep on Mikey, and I know how comfy his lap is," Sam taunts, smiling impishly at Lily. Sighing, Lily rubs at her eyes tiredly and surrenders as she snuggles down into her cocoon, "Think what you like. I'm going to sleep."

"'Night, Lily," Vanessa mumbles and they all pass out in their sleeping bags, visions of beautiful eyes, trees, running and kisses dancing in their heads.

"Seriously bro, what were ya doin'?" Raph presses, a smirk on his face. Don has learned from past experience that he doesn't like his brothers getting into his business, and he hates being grilled; especially about Lily, an incessant cause of embarrassment. Heaving an annoyed sigh, he repeats, "For the last time, we were discussing universities."

"What, the University of L.O.V.E?" Mikey taunts and Raph snickers at his joke. Cheeks becoming hot, Don snaps, "You're one to laugh, Raph. At least I'm wearing a shirt."

Raphael crosses his arms over his chest and mutters, "Yeah, but I didn't get any unlike you."

Fully exasperated, Don shakes his head and throws his hands in the air as he claims, "I don't have to listen to this." As Don turns to enter the tent, he accidentally bumps into his father. The rat stands with his whiskers twitching in his irritation with both his sons and his molecular changer, the device now held firmly in his paw.

"Busted," Mikey groans, running a hand over his face. Ashamed of being caught, Leo apologizes, "Sorry, Sensei. We were just going to bed…"

Splinter's all knowing glare penetrates the cerebrum of each teen, then exhaling and massaging his temples to ward off the oncoming headache, he orders, "Get to bed now. We will resume this conversation once we return to the lair. I believe thirty back flips would be a good start?"

"Yes, Master," the boys chorus.

What was going through my mind when I was writing this? I have no idea…

Okay, this was a very interesting concept, wasn't it? I could see this happening when you put together four teenage boys and four girls on a camping trip with not too many chaperones. It was entertaining to write, at least!

I had much fun…hehehe, they were wearing Speedos. I'm so evil. Out of all of them, the funniest had to be Mikey! I'm really mean to him throughout, but that's okay considering he gets a consolation prize! And Donnie. Poor, poor Donnie. I couldn't resist making the moment awkward for him, especially with his brothers so irritated, tired, and Leo's grudge still fresh. I'm going to be punished for this, I know it.

This is the final installment of the Super Dooper Weekend Campout of Fun!!! It's really called that…anyway, now it's time to move on to some big stuff. In fact, Don set you up for it. He was really going to tell Lily everything about him being a turtle, but at the last second she changed the subject and he just couldn't do it. Sigh.

Thanks for reading, sorry about the late update but my brain hates me and procrastination is my curse.

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