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Outdoor Adventure Time!, Tuesday, period 1

The class met up at the edge of the preserve again, this time, where Eliot and Parker waited, wearing white coveralls and safety goggles on their heads. The usual duffel bags of supplies were on the ground by their feet, and accompanied by several large buckets of what looked like balloons.

"Slightly different plan today," Eliot said, when it seemed like everyone was gathered. "We're sticking together as a group."

“If you don’t want to play, you can hide, but really, why would you want to?” Parker would never get that. “Everybody gets a set of coveralls, and goggles. The paint is biodegradable, but let’s not test what it does to your eyes.”

"It does wash outta your hair, though," Eliot said with a wink. "I promise."

What? Those folks with fancy hair had to stick together.

"We'll be hiking out to a clearing before we get started. There are four buckets of paint balloons here, with a few more already tucked away out there, so lots of chances to re-arm yourselves. I guess . . . technically if you come out clean by the end of class you won? But then you probably also didn't have any fun. We're not really plannin' to keep score."

“Grab a color, grab a cover, get ready, go!” Parker was holding a balloon with blue paint.

Yes, Eliot was going to be blue very very soon.

Yeah, he was getting that feeling.

"When we get to the clearing," Eliot said. "I see any balloons flying before then, I will be very put out."

Pbbbbbbttt.

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Never fear! Mabel was equipped to handle this!

"Grappling hook!"

Yes, she still carried that around with her to class. One never knew when a grappling hook would come in handy, out here in the woods.

So, there was Mabel, dangling safely from a tree branch as the alot stampeded along harmlessly underneath.

Both Eliot and the alot blinked up at her at that one. With basically the same baffled expression, though Eliot would deny it later if someone tried to tell him that.

Then the alot roared and started bucking to try to throw Eliot off, splattering pink paint everywhere.

"Stay there!" Eliot told Mabel, not even remotely expecting her to listen to him. "I got this!"

And, well, he was doing a remarkable job of staying on the alot. But that didn't do that much towards stopping it from rampaging through the class, yet.

"If you say so!"

Mabel really had no intention of coming down from her tree branch just yet, anyway. It was the best place possible for throwing more balloons down at the alot, after all.

Have a purple one! Hopefully it would even land on the animal, instead of the teacher!

It did! It landed right on the alot's head!

. . . And splattered all over Eliot's safety goggles. So now he was blinded and riding a rampaging alot.

He sighed, attempted to wipe the purple off enough to see, and then gave Mabel a thumbs up.

Sure. This was his life now. Whatever.

Mabel was quite happy to give Eliot a thumbs-up right back! Score one for Team Paint Balloon!

Look, if he was going to ride the alot, Mabel was going to do everything she could to try to help out! And if her only weapon happened to be an armload of balloons full of paint, she was going to use them!

... While hanging there. From her grappling hook.

Never leave home without it.

Eliot's intention hadn't actually been to ride the alot. The whole point was to control the alot and calm it down, or possibly tie it up somehow?

Look, Eliot might have grown up in Oklahoma, but he'd never actually done any rodeo work before. Willie trained racehorses, dammit.

He managed to clear enough of his goggles so he could see again -- at least until the next one of Mabel's balloons splattered him, anyway -- and reassessed the situation.

"Try to aim next to it!" he called up to Mabel. "See if we can drive it back outta the clearing!"

"That, I can do," Mabel declared, throwing a few more balloons down, off to the side of the alot. Mostly pelting the thing along the flank with them, granted, and taking a few moments here and there to kind of reel herself up so that she could perch in the tree branch that she'd grabbed with her grappling hook.

It was a step up from dangling, after all.

Eliot preferred it to her dangling, too. Far less chance of her falling and landing under the charging alot's feet.

The alot reared up again, roaring as it was spattered along its side by paint. Eliot grabbed on to the fur at the base of its neck and hung on, then grabbed onto its horns to try and steer it a little.

It . . . actually seemed to be working. Oh hey!

Bonus! Because wow, wouldn't it be traumatic if someone were to get crushed by a stampeding alot or something?

Even Mabel probably wouldn't handle that one well.

"INCOMIIIIING!"

Yeah, she was going to just announce every balloon she threw until she was out of them, now.

The alot's bellowing was drooping into more irritated huffs with every splash of paint coating it, even as it started edging towards the woods.

Eliot sat up a little and frowned down at it. ". . . Huh." He looked back up at Mabel. "It seem like this thing kinda . . . likes the paint?"

"Well, there's plenty more where that came from," Mabel declared, pelting more paint balloons at it.

... Where she was pulling them from at this point was anybody's best guess.

"Eat purple, yak-potato!"

Hey, Eliot had met the pony. At least Mabel mostly obeyed the laws of physics.

The alot let out sort a neutral meow kind of noise, turned three times in a circle, and sat down. It had successfully been transitioned from alot of aggression to alot of color.

Eliot continued to sit on it a little bit longer, just in case, but didn't seem intent on bucking him off anymore.

". . . Okay then."

Physics were absolutely a suggestion that Mabel was open to listening to, it was true!

Mabel tossed one more balloon at it for good measure. And then just sort of peered down at it from her perch in the tree.

"... Is it done throwing its tantrum now?"

It looked like it, but one could never be too certain with those giant sentient mop beasts.

"Maybe?" Eliot didn't really know much about alot of behavior, no. He slid down to the ground -- revealing a spot of the alot's natural brown where he'd been sitting -- and frowned at it. "Shoo."

The alot yawned in his face.

"Maybe you tired him out?"

Mabel pursed her lips for a moment, and then threw another balloon at the brown spot, just to see what would happen.

The alot looked up at her and huffed through its nose.

It was tired alot, too. Good guess!

Eliot put his hands on his hips. "Shoo," he tried again. Then kind of pushed against its side with his hands.

The alot sighed and lumbered back to its feet. And went over to Mabel's tree, sniffing the air and panting.

Mabel, meanwhile, was scooting her way down the tree trunk. It didn't seem like the alot was terribly dangerous now, after all, and if it did turn out to be some sort of clever yak-pug trap, it would be easy enough to climb back up the tree, anyway.

"Actually, I think he's kind of friendly now," Mabel offered, holding out one green hand (thanks for that, Dipper) for the creature to sniff. "Or at least too lazy to do any more charging."

She kind of wanted to keep it.

She should probably discuss that with her roommate, first.

"Hey, don't --" What, get too close? Like exactly what Eliot was doing and had been since he first spotted the damn thing?

The alot sniffed Mabel's hand. Then attempted to lick all the paint off of her with one long tongue swipe.

"Awww! Yes you can... eat... the paint?"

Actually, that was kind of disgusting, and left Mabel's bangs dripping wet and sticking up in weird directions.

Mabel had regrets, now.

For one soul-crushingly horrifying moment Eliot had been certain it was going to eat Mabel.

"Yeah, I'm thinkin' we should try to send this sucker packin'."

"We could throw a bunch of paint balloons out of the clearing," Mabel suggested, making her way over to Eliot in the hopes that maybe she could avoid a second licking. "If it likes the paint that much, maybe it will follow them?"

Don't worry, Mabel, if that alot went at you again, Eliot would take it down.

Or possibly end up riding it again.

He ran a blue hand through is purple hair. "Hell. It's worth a shot. You got any more on you?"

"I have..." Mabel gave her green and purple self a quick pat-down with one yellow hand and one blue one, and then surfaced with two more purple balloons and a pink one. "Three!"

... How? Didn't matter. Maybe if Mabel and Pinkie ever wound up in a room together they could commiserate over things like 'unlikely balloon storage space' and whatnot.

Commiserate, squeal enthusiastically, tomato, potato.

"Here, you throw two, I'll throw the third."

"Alright!" Mabel offered up balloon number three, and then grinned broadly. "Okay, paint buffalo! Eat this!"

And then she was launching those balloons off into the woods with all of her might.

Girl had a pretty impressive throwing arm.

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