fandomhigh | Campfire Stories & Songs #4, 06/13/06, Main Campfire, Evening

Lyta Alexander
Pip Bernadette
Hamlet Dane Jr
Demyx
Timothy Desmond
Walter Dornez
Jude Lizowski
Greg Sanders
Nadia Santos

"Evening, dudes!" Ted chirped. There was the usual junk food banquet. "It's time for another story from me, and then another story from one of you, and then a song. But I've changed the way the class will work. Spooky Dude and Faerie Tale Dude have done a most excellent job of telling their stories, but from now on you can just jump in with a story if you have one. It would be most excellent if everyone could tell one at least once, but just do it when you feel like you've got one to tell."

He launched into his story. "This is the story of Belloe and the Beast."

"Once upon a time there was a beautiful amazon-type babe named Belloe. Belloe lived with her Dad, who was a crazy inventer dude, much like my good friend Station, but with less body hair and he couldn't split himself in two. Belloe was totally smart too. She wasn't like the other babes who were into reading Cosmo or watching America's Next Top Model. She liked to look after her Dad and go hunting in the forest and generally scare people a lot by staring at them.

Then there was this main hunter dude, GOBston, who drank a lot and ate a lot and fought a lot and totally wanted to mack on Belloe. But Belloe wasn't into him and threw him in a duck pond. So anyway, one day Belloe's Dad was travelling in the woods - because that's where people travel in these stories - and he got lost. So he went to this house that he found and he asked to stay the night. The servants said 'sure dude, no problem' but the Master totally got mad and locked him in the dungeon.

I forget what happened next, but afterwards Belloe went looking for her Dad and got the Master dude, who it turns out, was a furry beast, agreed to do a trade. So Belloe stayed and Dad went home. The Beast was all "Grr don't touch my hat, gee I'm sorry for speaking like that to you GRR NO I'M NOT." He totally sounded bipolar.

Anyway, Belloe and the Beast totally hated each other first, but then as they got to know each other, Belloe found out that he used to be a nice guy. In fact, he used to be a well-spoken Mountie, but there was this curse thing.

Then back home Dad told GOBston that Belloe was captured by this Beast dude and he got a mob together with pitchforks and hockey sticks and stuff and they went to go kill him. But Belloe had fallen in love with the Beast and his special hat in the high tower that she wasn't allowed to touch and so she totally pulled out her sawn off shotgun and popped a cap in GOBston's butt to save the Beast. But GOBston had already shot the Beast and so he died. But then Belloe told the Beast that he loved her! It was a most dramatic moment, and then the curse was broken and he came back to life and then he mutated into a normal human Mountie dude! And his hat came flying down.

It was most triumphant, and they lived happily ever after. THE END."

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Tim decided to forgoe the marshmallows and just started eating chocolate grahm cracker sandwiches.

"How about you, dude?"

Nadia had had a story prepared, anyway, so she went ahead and told it. She leaned against the walking stick she had with her.

"Not too far away from here is a neighborhood called Cabin John. It was built just after World War II," here she glanced over at Walter, "for the vets and their families. It's a cute little community, and very close knit, and it has a secret.

"When it was first built, there was already a woman living in the woods, in a tiny little one room house. No one knew when she'd started living there, or what she did with her time, but every day, twice a day, she'd come out of her house with a walking stick and a sack and she'd knock her walking stick against the trees and bushes to scare all the animals out." She demonstrated, knocking her stick against the ground. "Then she'd gather up all the animals in her sack and take them back into her house and no one ever saw those animals again.

"There were other stories told about her, about robbers who went to see if she had anything valuable, and never came back out, or boy scouts who looked in her window to see if she sacrificed the animals to the devil. The boy scouts said that when she went in, she'd draw a square on the floor with her stick," again, she demonstrated, "and open a trap door and dump all the animals in there. But no one really believed them.

"Now, this woman was very old, so the government decided she should be in a hospital. They came to get her one day, between her two outings to collect animals, but she refused to go. 'I can't leave,' she said, 'I have to feed my pet!' Well, the goverment men looked and looked, but they couldn't find any trace of any animal, not even the ones she collected. So they shipped her out, anyway.

"Every day at the hospital was the same: 'I have to go home! I have to feed my pet!' Well, the nurses and doctors would tell her, don't worry, we're taking care of your pet, just to keep her quiet. Then, one night, when the nurse came in with her supper, the old woman grabbed her and pulled her close. 'Don't let it get out,' she whispered. She died that very night.

"Something else happened that night. A terrible storm blew through Cabin John, taking out power lines and tree limbs and things. The wind was hard enough that it tore that old woman's house off it's concrete foundation. The rain was hard enough that it swept all the dirt out from underneath, and the foundation slid, and it cracked.

"And it got out."

Walter listened with interest, leaning forward more and more until she finished. Then he waited for her to continue.

When she didn't, his frustrated look might remind her of other more private occasions.

"But what happened then?"

Nadia shrugged. "It's probably still around, in the woods, somewhere. And it's probably hungry."

Tim grinned at the ending. "Wonder what It was."

Ted got his guitar out. "What shall we do with a drunken gremlin? What shall we do with a drunken gremlin? What shall we do with a drunken gremlin early in the morning?" He looked at the next person for the answer.

Pip has learned that he should always bring his guitar to this class.

"Shove in the locker till he's gone, shove him in the locker 'till he's gone, shove him in the mysterious locker, early in the morning!"

"Throw him in the gym with the cheering squad, throw him in the gym with the cheering squad, throw him in gym with cheering squad, early in the morning!"

"Put 'im in a box with an angry duck, put 'im in a box with an angry duck, put 'im in a box with an angry duck, early in the morning."

"Whack him on the head with a cricket bat, whack him on the head with a cricket bat, whack him on the head with a cricket bat, early in the morning."

Talk to Ted, dude!

I know kung-fu.

For the last time, Mr. Reeves, no you don't.

"This color ends in 'urple'."
Bzzt. "Hilary Swank?"
"What is light urple?"
"Wow." Bzzt. "Keanu Reeves."
"I will venture a guess! Who is Jaleel White?"
"What?"
"Is that not the gentlemen who played Urple the humorous fellow with glasses who loves cheese?"
"That's URKEL."

"Keanu Reeves, you look very pleased. You wrote...nothing. The question was write anything, and you got it wrong. I'm speechless."

"Let's see what you wagered...eleventy billion dollars. That's not even a real number!"
"...yet."

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