Chapter 3: The Camp
After Chance was done talking, the crowd dispersed to go to their cabins and unpack. Each of the Rugrats split up and got cabins based on their gender, the Rugrats parents all got the same cabin, Peter got one of the deluxe cabins that had been set aside for special important figures (just in case if any even came to the camp), and the Disney Characters and Nickelodeon Characters that had gone on the trip with the Rugrats and their families and Peter got a deluxe cabin that was big enough to hold all of them.
After getting unpacked, Tommy, Chuckie, Phil, and Dil rested in their cabin, with Peter, Jim, and Danny hanging out with them, as they too had finished packing in their cabins. Dil had taken the top mattress of one of the bunk beds, while Phil took the bottom mattress. And Tommy took the top mattress of the second bunk bed, while Chuckie took the bottom mattress.
"Ugh, call me crazy, but I'd swear this place is air-conditioned." Phil said.
Jim shrugged.
"It probably is. I mean, this is the 21st Century. I'm pretty sure the camp is going to provide it's campers with certain luxuries." Jim said.
Dil sat up.
"No, it means ghosts are around." Dil said.
Tommy smirked in amusement.
"Coming from the man who communicates with real world aliens through his alphabet cereal?" Tommy asked sarcastically.
Dil ignored his older brother and looked over at Danny.
"Hey, Danny, tell Tommy I'm right." Dil ordered.
Danny smirked.
"Sorry, Dil, but Tommy's right. Besides one instance earlier today in which my Ghost Sense went off, there aren't any ghosts here, thankfully." Danny said.
Peter frowned.
"Your Ghost Sense went off? Why was that?" Peter asked.
"Well, remember that one boy with Chance and Ellie? Bean?" Danny asked.
"Yeah, but what about him? He's not a ghost... is he?" Jim asked.
Danny shrugged.
"Probably not. Unless he's a half-ghost like me and Vlad, he's normal. But the weird thing was that the mist I breathed was black, instead of blue, like it usually is whenever I detect another ghost." Danny replied.
"Huh. That's odd." Phil said.
Danny nodded.
"Yeah, but I'm sure it's nothing. We'll relax at the camp for a few days and then go back to our own individual worlds." Danny said.
Just then, Chuckie stood up with fishing gear.
"Come on, get a move on. Let's go." Chuckie said.
He started walking over to the cabin, while everyone else stayed where they were and watched him.
"What's the big rush?" Tommy asked.
"Yeah. We've got a whole week ahead of us, Chuckie." Peter added.
Chuckie turned around to face them and frowned.
"Historically speaking, not a lot of time for a Finster to find his talent. It took my dad seventeen years to realize that he could whistle in three different ways. He wasted his whole childhood not knowing he had a gift. And that's not going to happen to me." Chuckie replied.
He then left the cabin.
Later, at a clearing in the woods, a series of six Archery targets had been placed side by side. Dil, Phil, Tommy, Chuckie, Long John Silver, and Kenai were standing in front of each target with bows and arrows. Tommy looked at the other five.
"May the best person win." Tommy said.
Kenai smiled and nodded.
"May the best person win." Kenai said in agreement.
The group then shot their arrows. Dil's arrow landed on blue, Phil's arrow landed on white, and Tommy, Long John Silver, and Kenai's arrows landed on red. However, Chuckie's arrow never hit the target and disappeared.
"Hey, where did mine go?" Chuckie asked. He then shrugged and said "Huh. I guess I can cross Archery off my list.".
He walked off. Just after he left, Kenai heard something and looked off into the woods. His eyes widened in horror and he dropped his bow in shock.
"Run." Kenai whispered, just loud enough for the others to hear.
Tommy, Phil, Dil, and Long John Silver noticed what he was looking at and did as they were told, not having to be told twice. They passed by Chuckie, who was confused as to why they were running. He looked back, but then screamed and ran after the others after noticing bees swarming towards them.
Later, the Rugrats and their families, Peter, Kuzco, Patcha, Kronk, Jim, Long John Silver, Scroop, Mike, Sulley, Randall, Kenai, Denahi, Sitka, Nigel, Danny, Sam, Tucker, Zim, GIR, and Tak were down at a dock, fishing. Lucy and Sitka were applying ointment to bee stings that Chuckie had received on his face when Sitka's fishing line started getting tugged. The Native American briefly stopped tending to Chuckie to pull his fishing line up, while Lucy stayed behind to finish, and he caught a small blue fish. Didi, Kira, Betty, Kuzco, and Tak, who were all sitting next to each other as they fished, looked at each other with scowls because they hadn't caught a thing. Suddenly, Phil cried out in pain because a snapping turtle had bitten one of his toes and wouldn't let go. Betty got up and ran over to help him. However, when she tried to pull the snapping turtle off, Phil cried out and struggled.
"No, mom, leave it alone." Phil ordered.
"You want to walk around with a snapping turtle on your toe?" Betty asked in confusion.
"And have it get infected?" Patcha asked in confusion.
Phil gritted his teeth in pain.
"I don't want to miss out. Pain is a part of the camping experience." Phil replied.
Betty frowned.
"Yeah, so is poison ivy, but I don't go around rubbing it on my tush for adventure." Betty said.
Just then, Chuckie cried out in excitement.
"Whoa, I got something!" Chuckie exclaimed.
He pulled up his fishing line, but instead of a fish, it was an accordion.
"Another thing to cross of my list." Chuckie said sadly.