Page 33 of Let's Go To Camp!

So, the Littles waited some more. A group of six Littles happened by, followed by a few couples. Ten minutes went by and then another group of four appeared.

“That voice! It’s him,” Maisie whispered.

“Everyone ready?” Naomi asked.

Sophia took a look at the incoming group and said, “I’m so ready!”

Maisie couldn’t contain her delighted laughter. “Then let’s get to it. On my mark.”

The three readied their weapons.

It was time.

***

Maisie was the first to spring up, aiming her egg blaster at Derek.

She squeezed the trigger, sending eggs at him at a rapid rate. They broke and splattered, and he started yelling and trying to dodge the barrage.

But it was no use. He was covered in a matter of seconds.

“Eat this!” Naomi yelled as she ran into the clearing, blasting away at the group with her high-powered silly string cannon. It covered the four, sending them into a chaotic scramble. But there was no dodging it. In a matter of seconds, the group looked as if they were covered in a giant basketball net.

And when Sophia let loose with her water gun, it only made the string wetter and heavier. The brats would have a hard time getting that stuff off them. Hopefully, it would make them think twice before they attacked Maisie and her pals or anyone else again!

“Stop it!” one of them yelled. “Stop it right now!”

“Don’t let up!” Maisie countered. “Give ‘em all you’ve got!”

Naomi and Sophia laughed in sadistic glee as they took their friend’s advice. The three Littles continued to hammer away at the four, showing zero mercy.

“Maisie!”

“Uh-oh,” she said, taking her finger off the trigger.

That voice belonged to Daddy. And he wasn’t coming up the trail. He was one of the four who was covered in eggs, water, and silly string.

At the realization, she panicked. “Shit! Stop! It’s not them!” she cried.

“Oh crap,” Naomi said.

“This is bad,” Sophia added.

Once the commotion had died down, Maisie and her friends were able to see that it was indeed Derek they’d shot, but also Declan, Chloe, and Marcus.

“Uh, hey, guys,” Maisie said with a weak wave.

“This is so bad,” Sophia reiterated.

She was right, Maisie knew. This was worse than bad.

It was awful.

***

An hour later, after everyone had cleaned up, Maisie, Sophia, and Naomi found themselves in the camp director’s office, lined up and awaiting their fates.

Chloe was tapping the Attitude Adjuster against her flattened palm as she shook her head, appraising the naughty Littles.

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