"I'm sorry." He snarled curtly. "I thought the whole point of therapy was to show Curly that monkeying around in life has consequences! So where does shipping him to Summer Camp-"

"The Warhol Program isn't a camp Mr. Gammelthorpe-" Dr. Bliss began.

"Warhol? Y'mean like the soup guy?"

"Yes. It's a non-profit program mean to help children build empathy and interpersonal skills as well as express their issues in a healthy setting through the medium of art-"

"And even if I did manage to gobble up this starry-eyed colors-of-the-wind psychobabble, how am I going to afford it?"

"That's just it. Funding for the Warhol Program is provided by a wide number of contributions and endowments ranging from generous individuals and multiple foundations. Over the years there have even been corporations providing both monetary and material-"

"Yeah, yeah, and I'm sure all their Nobel Peace Prizes are in the mail." Lawrence shot back with a deep groan of disgust. "You're just lucky I'm at the end of the rope with the boy and willing to try anything to get him on the straight and narrow."

"And I want that for Curly as well. So after tomorrow's session I will be sending him back with a packet with your part of the paperwork to fill out. And since one of the directors and I are have history, you can rest assured your son will have a place in the Warhol Program for as long as he-"

"I see. It's late Dr. Bliss. Good night."

And with all the strength he could muster, Lawrence's pudgy finger pushed the off button on the phone which he slammed into it's holder before Dr. Bliss could wish him a restful evening.

(Present Day)

[…Located in the scenic forests of Keystone, Washington, The Warhol Program has helped over five thousand children ages 7-17 (and counting) cultivate empathy, accountability, and other attributes that make a person a productive (dare one even say upstanding) member of society by tapping into their creative potential via the arts be it music, writing, dance, and drawing to name a few…]

As the Gammelthorpe family car barreled along the Riverside Highway, Monica peered intently at the pamphlet Dr. Bliss had given to her and Lawrence regarding any and all general knowledge/frequently asked questions surrounding the Warhol Program…for the seventh time in a row since they got on the thoroughfare. Despite falling in love with the idea of the idea of the program and all the potential in store for helping Thaddeus, her focus on the brochure at that moment in time was more rooted in some vain attempt to drown out her husband's grousing.

"….I didn't get to go to camp when I misbehaved. No sir! …Getting so we can't punish our kids when they get out of line… pat their heads and give them candy, then wonder why they're a buncha sissies..."

In the backseat, Curly emotionlessly stared out the window as the vehicles and scenery whizzed on by. As the GPS piped up to remind the occupants that they had 20 more miles to go before their exit, the boy let out a yawn and curling up against his duffel bag and catching some shuteye. With her son nodding off and her husband making most likely his five thousandth reference to basket weaving, Monica turned on the radio and began to flip through the stations for something light and upbeat to listen to.

"Hey, Hey! You're tuned into the Mighty K-HIP!" The over enthusiastic Disk Jockey yammered. "And buckle up out there 'cause we're kicking off your weekend block with a little trip to One Hit Wonderland. Growing up in the New Jersey suburb of Monroe Commons, everyone knew them as Louise Jaconi, Mabel Binder, and Sarah-Lynn Sanders; but when their first single debuted at Number 3 in the autumn of 1985 and began a fifteen week stay in the top ten, the world would come to know them better as the girl group Love Patrol Alpha. And here they are taking over our hearts again with their big hit Taking Over Midnight."

Friday night, we're gonna party 'til dawn.

Don't worry daddy I got my favorite dress on.

Roll into the party, the boys are looking our way.

We just keep dancing, we don't care what they say.

And all the Boys are getting up in my face,

Boys are a bore, let's show 'em the door. We're taking over the dance floor!

Monica lets out a resigned whistle before slowly turning the volume up a notch...or ten.

Ooooh! Girls do what we like. Oooh, takin' over tonight.

oooh, girls do what we like. Oooh takin' over tonight.

We're Queen's of the Disco!

"God Monica, I thought you hated that song." Lawrence groaned.

"Oh I do." She replied coldly. "But I'll take this over your oh-so-stellar takes on child rearing any day."

Ooooh! Girls do what we like. Oooh, takin' over tonight. (Takin' over tonight!)

An hour passed before the Gammelthorpes finally got off the main highway, take County Route 628 which became Snee-Oosh Road at the first traffic light and gas station/general store. After about a mile and a half of solid forest and road, the car came upon a set of vibrantly painted totem poles flanking a graveled driveway; each had been carved in the shape of some kind of raptor.

"You have arrived." The GPS robotically remarked.

"Oh have we now?" Lawrence said bitingly.

With the car parked, Curly awoke from his nap. Like an excited dog he all but barreled out of the car and began to leap with joy over being able to stretch his legs…

"AHEM!"

Cornering him against the car, Lawrence bore down at his progeny.

"I. Don't. Know. HOW you continue to skirt fate like this. But the ice is only getting thinner and thinner beneath you-"

"Leading to no doubt another 'FinAL wArNinG' I'm sure that ends with me on some coal mine on the moon if I mess this one up?" Curly said back dryly.

The only thing keeping Lawrence's rage in check was the fact that he and his son were in public. Rather than backhand him, the Gammelthorpe Patriarch instead elected to pinch his progeny's upper ear and give head a shake before hissing at him to 'get his [belongings] and get registered.'

The director's cabin was easy to find once the threesome entered the camp grounds. As Lawrence gave the door a crisp knock, it creaked open to reveal an easy faced man with a wide but genuine smile. The plastic nametag hanging from the end of a green lanyard bore the name Nicholas.

"You must be the Gammelthorpes." Nicholas said extending his hand. "Dr. Bliss said you'd be arriving."

"Lawrence."

"Monica."

"Thaddeus. But most people call me Curly."

After shaking Nicholas' hand, Curly looked around at the office as the adults talked among themselves and finalized the boy's admission to the Warhol Program. In some attempt at assuaging the Gammelthorpe Patriarch that he wasn't some granola head, Nicholas talked about his professional rapport with Dr. Bliss who was a fellow classmate of his when they got their respective doctorates. The office had two additional desks belonging to Kimberly and Tatiana (as per the designated nameplates).

"…at the moment, they are otherwise occupied down at the lake clearing away some poison oak that sprung up at the paddle boat docks." Nicholas concluded to Lawrence and Monica (the later of whom began to stare incredulously at this information). "But it keeps with the spirit of it all; life is full of ugly things, but the point is that we acknowledge and confront it together. And if we create something beautiful in the process, all the better."

"Yeah, yeah, just make sure my kid comes back with his head on straight by the time school starts, alright DaVinci?" Lawrence shot back before exiting with his wife.

Before Nicholas could ask if they wanted to say any final goodbyes or at least help haul Curly's luggage to his dorm, the Gammelthorpe family van peeled out back onto Snee-Oosh Road leaving only a faint black cloud of exhaust in its wake. With a shrug and a small smile, Nicholas grabbed some of the heavier pieces and escorted the boy to his assigned cabin.

"Now, Curly. As you can see this cluster of cabins is for the boys (A, B, C, and D) while the one across the way is for the girls (E, F, G, and H)." Nicholas began. "There are 8 rooms, and a den per cabin, with every two rooms sharing a bathroom and shower. You'll be in Cabin C, room 1 with Val and Christopher."

"And what is there thing…creatively speaking?"

Before Nicholas could answer. The two of them could hear a breezy guitar riff coming from the first room followed by a somewhat shaky but articulate voice.

"Hey there moth. In the workshop room. Don't let this windowsill be your tomb. You deserve to spread your wings and fly. It makes my soul almost cringe and shudder; watching you struggle, flounder and flutter in pain as you attempt to reach the sky."

"Are you kidding me?" Curly asked flatly to himself.

"Hey. Guys. Love the little jam session here." Nick interjected after a knock. "But I'd like to introduce you to your new roommate Thaddeus. Thaddeus, Val is the one with the guitar and Christopher is the one by the desk."

"Pleasure to meet you." Christopher said.

"Welcome to The Warhol Program." Val said extending his hand.

Feeling the Gammelthorpe boy was acclimated to his new surroundings, Nicholas left the Cabin radioing Kim and Tat that Curly had been taken to his dorm and that he'd be on his way down to join them at the lake. Slowly it began to sink in for Curly that this was it; everything he knew for the time being was wrested from him and he had no choice in the moment but have his unpacking be soundtracked by an impromptu ditty about a moth being saved from dying on a shelf in some art room. With his stuff away and his roommates otherwise occupied, he looked at the dramatic view of the campgrounds afforded to him by the window of his room; from the workshop cabins, to the mess hall, to the tranquil and inviting crystal blue lake where they could swim and boat during their allotted R and R periods, Curly surveyed it all like an eagle and came to the following conclusion.

"I'm. In. Hell."

AN: Special thanks to Kryten who also used this song in his "Body Issues II: Growing Pains" fic. Through it, I learned the song is from the "Scary-Oke" episode of Gravity Falls. I may have to check that show out now, thanks. :)

For music nerds out there, I highly implore you to also check out One Hit Wonderland, a segment on Todd in the Shadows where the host looks at the careers of bands and artists known for only one song.

"Hey there Moth" is written and performed by yours truly.