(Huey Pov)
I was sprawled on the couch, my red t-shirt all gross and disgusting from it being a hand-me-down, I hated being a triplet.
But clearly, that didn't matter to my hyperactive brother Dewey, who was already begging me to make him breakfast. Uncle Donald wasn't home. He was on his port missions. This one had him taking down a cult? I didn't question it, though.
"Pleeeease, can't you at least make me some Porn Pops or at least some Boob O's?" Before I could speak, he began rambling about different erotic cereals, some that had vibrators as prizes.
"Fine, I'll make you some. But why on earth would they target this cereal for kids?" I asked as Louie lazily walked downstairs as he turned on the TV, to some 'Saturday Morning Cartoons', but in reality, it was a drama series of murders and femme fatales
I sighed, taking out some Busty Puffs from the cabinet, and poured them into a bowl.
Until I saw the back, it was an advertisement for the Junior Woodchucks?!
"You guys won't believe this!" I excitedly exclaimed, blocking both of my brothers' view of the television.
"You're adopted?" Louie said casually, but I ignored him, "No, I just got invited to be part of the Junior Woodchucks!" I said.
Dewey pretended to be excited, "No way, the box only cares about you, and not the space camp I wanted to go to since I was 5, I was five, may I remind you!"
I sighed, knowing about the Castellean Space Camp, Dewey wanted to go to, to search for our mother.
As Uncle Donald came home early, I excitedly told him the news, "And, they even have canoeing!" I said, as he sighed smoking a pipe. "That's wonderful, but is that really what you wanna do all summer?" He asked, motioning to his gross-out houseboat.
"I'm not cleaning that!" The three of us shouted together, as Uncle Donald chuckled, "Ok, ok, but Huey can't be the only one, doing something for the summer, you two can't sit around forever." He said as Louie groaned.
Later that day, I was in uniform, excitedly bouncing in my car seat as Dewey was buried in comic books, while Louie was trying to convince Uncle Donald that doing nothing was recommended by a professional doctor.
I saw the big brown arch up the driveway and excitedly squealed. This was it!
"Now, promise me you'll behave. There will be a pickup line each day, so try to spot my mini van, kay?" He said as I nodded in my little world of reading.
"Yeah, uh-huh...." I said dismissively as I walked to where the other campers were as the care drove off.
There were many newbies like me, all crowded together, chatting about how excited they were.
The camp list was behind them
Camp Novice List;
Violet Sabrewing
Isabella Finch
Doofus Drake
Cornelius C. Spoon
Forkington A. Sliverworth
Macintosh (Mac) Appleton
Casey Robinson
Huey Duck
Charlie Beatlea
April O'Neil
Camp Counselor List:
Mugman
Marie
Umi
Axel
Pacifica
Launchpad McQuack
Wakko
Yakko
Dot
I finished reading as a group of boys were immediately getting a crowd of newbies, I slipped in through the crowd and found a merboy (in human form) with his friends showing some of their treasures.
As they finished, I noticed one of their badges, was that a satanic symbol?
I shrugged it off, watching my childhood friend Violet, writing about how fascinating this was.
"This is so beautiful, Mr. Pacifica, how'd you do it?" Violet Sabrewing, a top A+ student who, along with other refugees, escaped Duckburg during the Marine War.
"Please, just call me Pacifica. I ain't to chill about that. " He said, his piercing glowing. He was a lanky 17 year old, with beach blonde hair, that was damp and curly. He was wearing sunglasses and a shark tooth necklace. His eyes were blue-green, while his white pupils were shaped like waves. He was naked except for some tan cargo shorts and sandals.
He then began to announce the rest of his friends, "Alright, Bros and Betty's, lemme introduce you to some of my camp co-workers..." He said, ignoring Cornelius hand.
"Excuse me, but I asked you a question?" Cornelius snapped, not noticing another counselor, shooting a syringe into his back.
"You bros don't wanna be like Barney over their little dudes and dudettes, Kay?" He said as we all nodded.
"Rules..... Ugh, I told her I don't wanna review this, but fine, Rule One, always expect the unexpected, kay? and
Rule Two, all Junior Woodchucks must be open to the unknown in their quest for the truth?" He said, crumbling the rules paper.
"Alright'o, so we'll do some real activities tomorrow, for now let's meet our staff..." He said, motioning to his friends.
From a punk with skating skills, a hippie, or a mall bimbo, these camp counselors were something.
"And now, Miss Scarlet, the sister of Isabella Finch, has a few words to say."
Miss Scarlet, a Robin, unlike her who was a finch and explorer, was a very rich household executive of the Junior Woodchucks Foundation.
She was a very exclusive woman.
"Greetings, Woodchucks, my name is Scarlet, I'm am the sister of the explorer and founder of the Junior Woodchucks." She said, turning to the five boys beside her.
"I don't have much to discuss with you all until tomorrow. Mugman, can you watch them while I talk to the others?" She said as Mugman nodded.
Mugman was a skinny 16 year old, with blue highlights in his blonde foam hair.
His eyes were very detailed, a blue and gold color, he had a small blue nose and nose piercings lining it, he wore a crop top, daisy dukes, and white high tops, with goggles on. He almost looked like something out of Disney Channel.
He walked around, his grin getting slightly dark as he watched them leave.
"Ok, campers. Why don't we play a game?" He said, quickly pulling out a toolbox filed with weapons.
"First camper to make a direct hit on me wins!" He said, his eyes gleaming at all the worried looks on their faces.
As he handed each of us a weapon, I looked at Wakko, a fellow camp counselor, who was bewildered by the fact he had a gun.
"Are you sure, dude, this is seeming kinda tight? Just hang loose, man..." he said, trying not to sound so scared.
"Alright, you b*tch, you can go first then..." Mugman said, sitting on the stump, not even protecting himself.
"Kay, I can do that, Bro." He said, trying his best not to hurt him, Mugman rolled his eyes, grabbing the gun and shooting at his head. He was healthy regardless, not a scratch.
"Are you in a cult?" Forkington asked, pointing to his badge. Something must have stirred in Mugman because he brawled Forkington, splitting him open as Forkington's organs squirted out fresh blood all over the grass, drying once it hit the pavement
Forkington's eyes were blood-shot and melted, his mouth slightly open. As you could see his esophagus, by the way, he opened his mouth.
Soon, he was lashing out on other campers. Most were injured, and few died on the scene, I was lucky that I got away, but I had a huge tear in my bill.
The nurse's office was closed, but I could see the pick-up line, I immediately ran to my car, watching Uncle Donald, whip his head around as he saw me breathe heavily.
"Did you have fun o-" he stopped mid-thought as Mugman was on the roof of another campers car, while the four others were destroying the parking lot. Was that a summoning circle?!
Uncle Donald didn't bother to finish his thought as he sped away, as Pacifica jumped onto the roof of our car. Louie and my brother Dewey and I screamed, and his laser gun was putting a hole in our car.
Dot who was swinging from tree to tree using a grappling hook was trying to stop them.
"Like, literally Pacifica, the f*cks, your deal?!" She said, tackling him on the floor. More of his little group showed up. I panicked, I noticed he dropped his Junior Woodchucks Guidebook, and I stole it, I gasped. They were a group of criminals who were anti-heros in the Marine War, each of whom destroyed, manipulated, and started extreme war crimes.
"How about you and your plastic ass move it or lose it!" He barked, grabbing a tranquility gun.
He began shooting it. As I passed out, I as I woke, I was in a summoning circle, I gulped.
"Please, Dot, call us Pacific Rim...."
(My OCs are Pacific Rim and Scarlet Robinson, along with Cornelius C. Spoon. I had a blast making this!)
