*HS Meeting Room*
Turles: GUYS! This is serious. It’s no laughing matter!
Jon: What’s so serious about this? Samlee got lost frolicking in the woods? Of course it’s a laughing matter!
Turles: It would be under normal circumstances, but Samlee has been missing for 48 hours.
Mike: Maybe he’s playing hide-and-seek?
Turles: I don’t think he’d be wasting time playing hide-and-seek when he could be mapling. Anyways, we need to look for volunteers willing to go search for Samlee.
Jon: Good luck with that.
Turles: Jon, thanks for volunteering.
Jon: What you say.
Turles: You too Mike.
Mike: Uh, I’ve got major English stuff to do.
Turles: I’ll be counting on you gentlemen to find Samlee. Go find some members and report back here in 15 minutes. I’ll give you guys the briefing on the mission and equipments.
Jon: …
Mike: …
*20 mins later*
Turles: This is the best team you came up with?
Mike: In our defense, we only had 20 minutes.
Turles: I gave you 15 minutes.
Jon: What’s wrong with Peterdoken, Leo, Falkner, PhoenixRider, and Kitty?
Turles: Whatever, seven people should be enough. In this box you will find equipments that may help you in your search for Samlee. They are: Binoculars, walkie-talkies, scarves, trail mix, gloves, and boots.
Falkner: What about weapons? I’m not going into the woods without weapons.
Kitty: I concur
PhoenixRider: What do we need weapons for? What are we going to find in the woods?
Falkner: I don’t know. Deers? Bears? Foxes? Snakes?
Turles: If you need weapons so much, after this meeting, you can go ask Fail for some guns or whatever it is you guys want to use.
Leo: I think my racquet will suffice as a weapon for me.
PhoenixRider: I’m cool with my boxing gloves
Peter: Wait, I don’t know how to use guns.
Falkner: LEARN HOW
Peter: Q_Q
Turles: Alright then, I hope that you all will be able to find Samlee and for your safety.
Peter: Guess we’d better get going eh? Don’t want Samantha to be out there all scared and alone. Operation, START!
*Outside Fail’s Classroom*
Jon: FAIL! WE NEED SOME WEAPONS!
Fail: WHAT? WHY ARE YOU SO LOUD?
Jon: FAIL! WE NEED SOME WEAPONS!
Fail: STOP YELLING!
Jon: WE NEE—oh, sorry. We need some weapons
Fail: What for?
Jon: Samlee got lost frolicking in the woods and now we’re going to go rescue him.
Fail: Why do you need weapons in the woods?
Jon: I dunno, but just give us some, Turles’ order
Fail:…Fine
*Inside Fail’s Classroom*
Fail: Alright, go and pick your weapons.
Mike: I call the 6-shot revolver.
Jon: The Missile Launcher is mine.
Falkner: Just get me a normal modern gun
Kitty: Get me them cat paws, I mean cat claws.
Fail: No Ggdoken
Peter: What?
Fail: You don’t get a gun.
Peterdoken; What? How will I defend myself?
Fail: Here are some stinkbombs.
Peter: Stinkbombs? What for?
Fail: So you can run away if something runs after you.
Jon: OKAY! We’re all set, let’s go find Samlee before he gets eaten.
*Woods’ Entrance*
Leo: So, how exactly are we going to find Samlee?
Falkner: We go in, get him, and come out; nothing complicated.
Leo: Okay, but how do we find Samlee?
Falkner: I’m sure we’ll find him somehow.
Mike: Okay guys, we’ll be splitting into teams to find Samlee. We only have three walkie-talkies, so then we’ll split into three groups.
Kitty: Three walkie-talkies? Don’t they come in sets of two’s?
Mike: That’s not the issue here. Anyways, any suggestion for teams?
PhoenixRider: Jon can go with you Mike, I’ll go with Kitty, and Leo and Peterdoken can go with Falkner.
Mike: Then it’s settled. We’ll give status reports every 10 minutes and if anyone sees anything suspicious looking or Samlee looking, give the report on that as well.
Peter: So, how exactly are we going to split up?
Leo: Easy, one group will go north, the other group will go East, and the remaining one will go West.
Jon: Alright then, I guess Mike and I will head East, PhoenixRider and Kitty will head North, and you and Peterdoken and Falkner will head West.
PhoenixRider: Good luck guys.
Peter: Operation, START!
*Rix Bros, Woods’ East Section*
Jon: MAN THIS THING IS HEAVY.
Mike: Jon, why did you get a missile launcher? We’re just going into the woods. How did you even manage to carry that here?
Jon: I dunno
Mike: Well, looks like we’re not getting any luck. Do you see anything on your part?
Jon: “Uhh, Nomm, Nom Rully”
Mike: Jon, what are you sayin—where did you get that DcRibs?
Jon: *gulps, swallows* My pocket?
Mike: Didn’t DcDonald stop making those?
Jon: I dunno
Mike: Give me some too.
Jon: No! Get your own!
????: RAAAWWRRRR
Mike: DIX! What was that sound?
Jon: My stomach maybe?
Mike: What, no way. It came from that direction over there.
Jon: Go take a look
Mike: Dix no, you go
Jon: I’m eating!
Mike: Then give me the DcRibs
Jon: Then you’ll eat it!
????: RAAAWWRRRR
Mike: DIX! It’s getting closer!
Jon: Oh Dix, what is that thing?
Mike: It’s huge!
Jon: …
Mike: ….
????: …
Mike: It…has no eyes. Maybe if we move slowly and silently, it won’t notice us.
Jon: Okay…slowly now…
Falkner: Falkner Crew here. Falkner Crew here. It’s been 10 minutes and we’ve yet to spot something suspicious looking or Samlee looking. Over
Kitty: Nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan. That means we’ve seen nothing yet, okay thanks bye.
????: RAAAWWRRRR
Mike and Jon: AHHHHHHHHH
????: RAAAWWRRRR
Mike: JON! GET THE MISSILE LAUNCHER!
Jon: I’M TRYING IT’S NOT WORKING!
Missile Launcher: *Low battery, insufficient energy, cannot start up missile.*
Jon: DIIIIIIIXXXXXX!
Mike: *shoots four times with revolver*
????: RAAAWWRRRR
Mike: It’s injured! Quickly! Let’s run for it!
????: RAAAWWRRRR
Jon: It’s still chasing us!?
Mike: Jon! Throw the DcRibs at it!
Jon: What? No!
Mike: JUST DO IT
Jon: *tosses DcRibs*
????: RAAAWWRRRR
Jon: It ate the DcRibs!
????: RAAAWWRRRR
Jon: *running, but trips* MIIIKKKEEEE
Mike: JOOONNNN!
????: RAAAWWRRRR