fandomhigh | 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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"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.

Eliot's balloon was a second behind, mostly because he was nodding approvingly at that arm.

The alot . . . wasn't really very impressed. It set its head down on its paws and closed its eyes.

Eliot sighed. "It's not going anywhere, is it."

At least it wasn't charging any more.

"... Maybe we should have used more paint."

Ah well. Couldn't win them all, really.

"He'd be kind of cute if he wasn't all big and kind of smelly and trying to trample us all a few minutes ago, at least."

"It looks like someone hit a buffalo repeatedly in the face with an ugly stick."

Eliot, that wasn't very nice.

"Maybe, but he can't help that," Mabel pointed out. "And now he's being friendly. If kind of gross. Maybe he just wanted to play, too."

How this girl had survived to see fourteen years of age was anybody's best guess.

Yeah, Eliot was giving her a bit of side-eye for that one. "How long you been on the island?"

She must be new.

"Brand new this summer!"

So, yes.

"Yep, that makes sense."

C'mon, Eliot.

"Basically it's a fifty-fifty shot if anything here is about to kill you."

"Oh, I've been to places like that before," Mabel replied, waving one dismissive hand. "The gremlins here are way less vicious than the gremloblin back at Gravity Falls. And I haven't had a single forest creature propose to me since I got here. Though I guess the wildebeest-toupee kind of came close with that lick..."

". . . Propose?"

That was a new one on Eliot.

"Gnomes," Mabel explained. "Never, ever go on a date with somebody unless you know for a fact that they're not really secretly a well-dressed pile of gnomes."

Vampires were probably still okay, though.

That was good. Eliot had dated a vampire or two.

"I'll keep that in mind, kid."

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