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Chatterbox: Pudding's Place

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You see a thread on the Chatterbox, a website you usually come to. Clicking on it, you read these words: 

 

There is a noise behind you, and you turn away from your computer just in time to see a giant hamster wearing a top hat appear!  He hands you a photograph of something and disappears in a puff of pink smoke. 
Odd, the photograph is of...nothing, just solid white. Puzzled, you turn back to your computer only to notice that words have been added to the post! Your eyes scan over them quickly, wondering how that was possible. 
Congratulations! You are one of the lucky few admitted to the grand Chatterbox Camp! Are you ready for the camp adventure of your lifetime? Well, if not, who cares? You're getting it anyway! Perpare for a fun sleepaway camp with absolutely NO alien invasions, explosions, and murder! First come first serve. Only 12 campers are allowed, not counting AEs. 
Please fill out this form if you would like to join:
Name:
Gender: 
Friends You Would Like to Cabin With if They Join:  
What you are packing (5 things max): 
Food allergies (if any):
Alter Ego(s) and if they are coming:
The camp bus will pick you up on the 23rd of October.
Best wishes,
*Scribble that is supposed to be a signature*
The Camp Manager 
submitted by The Camp Manager , Chatterbox Camp
(October 16, 2015 - 7:59 pm)

back to the Pudding's Place

GREAT writing, Manager! Keep it up!

submitted by Somebody, age Who cares, Various places
(October 24, 2015 - 11:09 am)

Haha, this is awesome! I can't think of who you might be, though. I can't wait for ca--uh, do-donut convention. Right. 

submitted by hotairballoon
(October 25, 2015 - 7:22 am)

@Joan B: For the first one, no, and the second one, I'm not going to answer that. 

The driver was relieved when they neared the camp. It looked normal enough, and a painted sign proclaimed CHATTERBOX CAMP.

Uh-oh. Hotairballoon thought. "HEY SPYRO!" He pointed frantically in the other direction "Look at that!" The silver dragon bought it and turned away as the bus drove past the sign. 

Phew. Hotairballoon sighed in relief. Spyro still had no idea this wasn't a donut convention—For now. Across the aisle, Shifting smiled. She couldn't wait to see how this lie blew up in Hotairballoon's face—And for that matter, how angry Spyro would be. Oh, this would be good! 

The bus stopped and the campers piled out, thanking the driver as they went. The driver gave a hostile look to Dev and Volcano and glanced pointedly at the charred brussels sprout still sitting on the window. Dev grinned maniaclly and Volcano cheerfully relit the vegteble, and much to the driver's chargrin,  it began to burn his new leather dashboard. He said a few words I am not inclined to repeat. 

As the campers exited the bus, a group of counselors, who were obviously Chatterbox alumni, handed them sunny yellow t-shirts with CHATTERBOX CAMP written on them. They were the cheaply printed sort that you can never seem to find in the right size. Shifting made a show of ALMOST exposing the words on hers to Spyro, but turning away at just the second he glanced over. 

One person stepped forward and quieted the chattering campers. "Hello. I'm the camp manager and I welcome you all!" 

"Camp?" Spyro whispered. "Why would they call a donut convention camp?" 

"Oh, well," Hotariballoon fumbled.

"Shush!" Air hissed. "I wnat to listen!" 

"...we have a variety of fun activities and delicous food here, and we hope you'll have a fun and enjoyable stay. Now for your cabin assignments..." She unrolled a piece of paper and began to read:

Boys Cabin B-1: Squeak, Hotairballoon, Spyro, Devil Owl

Girls Cabin G-1: Somebody, St. Owl, Shifting Sands, Feather

Girls Cabin G-2: Danie, Cayke, Air, Volcano Flame, Silvery Ink 

Girls Cabin G-3: Joan B, Sydney, Puck, Shadow Dragon*

"Now, please go to your cabin groups for the first activity: Cabin naming and decoration. The lunch bell will ring at 12:30 sharp. Off you go!"  

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*if you would like to request a cabin transfer, please comment and say WHY and which cabin  you would like to be moved to. If you were left out, also say. 

submitted by The Camp Manager
(October 25, 2015 - 2:28 pm)

Where am I? 

submitted by Jarvis, age ???
(October 25, 2015 - 6:56 pm)

Oh no! I am so sorry, Jarvis. I just KNEW I would leave somebody out. You are in the cabin with Shifing, St. Owl, etc. 

Deepest apologies.  

submitted by The Camp Manager
(October 25, 2015 - 9:13 pm)

Love it ;)

submitted by Shadow Dragon, age Infinity, Stormy World
(October 25, 2015 - 6:57 pm)

Cabin naming and decoration? This'll be fun! I hope.

 

Great job so far, Manager! Keep writing! (Plus, I'm apparently the normal one. This'll definitely be interesting. :-) )

Fflewddur says rawp. That's almost Grawp! Are you a Potterhead, Fflewddur? 

submitted by Sydney C, age 13
(October 25, 2015 - 8:51 pm)
Cabin B-1's counselor was a maybe twenty-two year old young man with a crop of dark hair and blue-green eyes. He wore, of course, the Chatterbox Camp tee-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. 
"Hi, guys." He introduced himself as the campers broke off into their cabin groups. "I'm Charlie and I wil be your counselor for this session. Our cabin is this way..." 
Charlie led them down a path leading into the heart of the camp. A large circle of buildings framed a campfire pit surrounded by logs. A large, grey stone structure was correctly assumed to be the mess hall. The other buildings were the indoor gym, arts and crafts building, and the staff offices and housing. 
The cabins came after, on either side of a path. "Down farther is the soccer field and stuff," Charlie gestured with his hand. "But we're not going there right now." The boys saw the other campers being led to respective cabins, and Charlie shepherded them into the farthest one down teh left of the path. It was a plain, wood bulding with a screened porch that had a few chairs and a drying rack. Inside, there were beds, not bunks, and shelves for the campers' belongings.
"Now, unpack and set up your stuff," Charlie said.
Dev leapt up and landed on the best-placed bed, right on the edge of the cabin by the windows, and claimed it for himself. 
Squeak had the bed next to Dev, and he had finished unpacking as well, and surveyed his neat resting area with pleasure. The mouse-patterened sleeping bag was newly acquired, and Squeak was very proud of it. 
The two beds opposite Dev and Squeak were Hotairballoon's and Spyro's. Spyro had a huge box of donuts on his shelf and his sleeping bag was black with grey stripes. 
"Hotairballoon! HOW COULD YOU! YOU KNOW I HATE CAMPING! WHY! WHY! WHY! YOU OWE ME A LIFETIME SUPPLY OF DONUTS FOR THIS!!! A DOUBLE LIFETIME SUPPLY! A PRIVATE DONUT CHEF! A MILLION DOLLARS TO BUY DONUTS! I'LL... I'LL... I'LL...." The silver dragon was practically hystarical. 
"It'll be fun!" Hotairballoon consoled him. "I'll get you donuts when we get back!" 
"AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!" Spyro roared, then slid under the bed to sulk. 
At least that's over with... Hotairballoon muttered to himself. He was a lot less upset than I expected. Well, good luck I guess. Now, we all know that Hotairballoon should assume no such thing. If this were a normal story, Spyro would be pretending to be OK with everthing so he could plot revenge. Of course, this is no normal story, but Spyro is still wanting venegence. 
"Great!" Charlie said. "Now we need a cabin name. Spyro, get out from under the bed." 
There was a grunt, a shuffling, and then Spyro mumbled, "I'm stuck." 
Dev jumped up and grabbed Spyro's tail, which was sticking out, and pulled with all his might. 
"OOOOWWW!" Spyro howled. 
"Do you think it'll come off?" Dev asked eagerly, pulling harder. "I hope it will!" 
Squeak ran over to see what was happening and slammed into Dev, who let go of Spyro's tail with such force that the bed flipped over and Spyro was able to escape. 
When the bed was returned upright, Charlie made the boys sit in a circle and think of cabin names. 
"Ooh! Ooh! The Veggie Killers!" Dev volunteered. 
"Nah." Squeak said. "THE UNICORN MICE!" 
There was silence. 
"How about... Hotairballoon Is An Idiot?" Spyro suggested. 
"Terrible!" Hotairballoon rebuked him. "I know! The Veggie Unicorn Donut Mice!" 
"PERFECT!" Everybody agreed. 
So, Cabin B-1 was to be the Veggie Unicorn Donut Mice. They set about making posters, with Dev's beautiful, artistic, drawings of broccolli getting murdered and spewing cartoon blood.
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In Cabin G-1, similar problems were to be had. After the counselor, Lucy, had directed them in cabin setting up, which went by without anyone getting stuck under a bed or blowing up about misinformation of donut conventrions, the girls were also arguing—er, discussing—about name possiblilities. 
"The Grammar Warriors!" Feather offered with great zeal, thrusting a fist into the air. "Defenders of good grammar and proper spelling!" 
"Hmm," Shifting said dully. "That's a great idea." She sounded like she thought just the opposite.  "What about.... Ghosts Are Better Than Living People?"
"Huh!" Jarvis scoffed. "That's not a cabin name, that's bragging. I like my idea best: Cyborg Campers!" 
"Not EVERYBODY is part computer," Somebody pointed out. "Let's see... the Cyborg Ghost Grammar Queens?" 
"Nah," St. Owl said. "Combining stuff like that sounds like something Dev would like. Let's find out what everybody likes then base something around that." 
"I like technology," Somebody said. 
"So do I," Jarvis agreed. 
"Uh, I prefer good old paper," Feather said. 
"Nevermind that," Shifting said. "Any OTHER ideas? Well, I like myself!"
"That will NEVER work," St. Owl said. "Hmmm...." 
"I know... The Chatterbox! We all like that, right?" 
"Yeah." 
"That works for me." 
"I like it better than all your other dumb suggestions." 
"Sure!" 
"We are..." St. Owl paused to think.
"The Chirping Chatterers!" 
"The Chatterbox Emperors!" 
"Shouldn't it be the Empresses?" 
"Wait. No. Let's have it be... THE CHATTERBOX QUEENS!" 
"Good enough! Let's do it!" 
And that was the name of cabin G-1. 
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"The... Cupcakes!" Cayke announced with a flourish. 
"Uh..." Air said.
"How about... THE UNICORN BLASTERS!" 
"Danie, I'll bet anything Squeak's cabin already has somththing with unicorns in it," Silvery Ink pointed out.
"THE ULTIMATE BURNING FIREBALLS!" Volcano shrieked. "FIRE! YAY!" 
"That might not catch on," Air replied. "We'll be The Burning Unicorns!" 
"Like I said," Silvery sighed. "THE BOYS' CABIN WILL ALREADY HAVE UNICORNS!" 
"Oh," Cayke thought. "The... Flaming Cupcakes!" 
"Maybe," Air said. "That's... Plan B." 
"What's plan A then?" Cayke asked. 
"Well we have no idea!" Silvery said. "Volcano, anything else?" 
"The... ERUPTIONS!" Volcano said excitedly.
"Wait." Air paused. "You may be on to something, Volcano." 
"The Erupting... er..." Daine thought hard. "The Erupting Peanut Butter!" 
"That's not half bad..." Air mused. 
"Are you kidding? That's AWFUL!" Silvery sighed.
"Well do you have anything better?" Volcano said. "WE NEED FIRE! IN IT! OR ELSE I WILL MAKE THERE BE FIRE IN IT!!!!!" 
"All right!" Danie threw her hands in the air. "Whatever!"
"How about... campfires?" Cayke blurted. "Is that close enough, Volcano?"
"SURE!" Volcano did a bit of pyrotechnics, and the counselor had to rush over and remind her that fire was NOT ALLOWED in the cabings. 
"Campfire... Campfire..." Silvery mumbled. "Campfire... Killers?" 
"We don't want to KILL FIRE!" Volcano cried. "Fire is GOOD!" 
"Oh. Well, the Killer Campfires then!" 
"That works for me!"
"Why not?" 
And so, Cabin G-2 became the Killer Campfires.
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Cabin G-3 was having a very heated argument, meanwhile. 
"Tricksters? Prankers?" Puck mused. 
"We're not all nuts like you," Joan pointed out.
"The Dark... something. We can make it ironic," Shadow suggested. 
"Eh, I want somthing bright! Cheery! Fun!" Sydney proclaimed. "Like, I don't know... The..."
"Somthing with tricks," Puck demanded.
"The Cheery Dark Prankers?" Joan said. 
"Er, that's very... contradicting..." Syndeny pointed out. "Maybe, what, the Mischevious Butterflies?"
There was an awkward silence. 
"Nah..." 
"Then WHAT?" Puck cried. "WE NEEEEED A NAME!"
"I know that!" Joan said, scrunching up her face. "Guys, we need to agree." 
"I kinda like the Mischevious Butterflies..." Shadow said. 
"No, it needs... to rhyme or something..." Sydney replied. "Some... OOMPH."
"Nothing rhymes with mischevious," Puck moaned, reaching over and pinching Sydney. 
"Alliteration, then..." Shadow suggested. "M, m, m, m, m,]." 
"Moncarch butteflies! The Mischevious Monarchs!" Joan burst out. 
"It's perfect!" Everyone agreed. 
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Note: I just realized that I wrote this in past tense whereas the other two entries were in present tense. I do not want to look back at all that and change it, so just bear in mind it SHOULD be present tense.
Sorry, oops.
Also very sorry that as I progressed the cabin's chapters got shorter. IT WILL EVEN OUT in the end. Sorry everybody!!!! 
submitted by The Camp Manager, age 11, Nose In a Book
(October 26, 2015 - 9:50 pm)

CAMP MANAGER, YOU ARE NOW A FAVORITE PERSON.

THIS IS FANTASTIC!!!!

I love your portrayal of Dev. Completely accurate. Go Chatterbox Queens! (And the Veggie Unicorn Donut Mice too, I suppose.... eeesh... poor HAB.)

submitted by St.Owl, age Recarnated, Everywhere
(October 27, 2015 - 6:38 pm)

"He was a lot less upset than I expected." xD

 

submitted by hotairballoon
(October 27, 2015 - 6:40 pm)

You're Abigal S., aren't you?

"The Dark....Something." Hehe. 

submitted by Shadow Dragon, age Infinity, Somewhere
(October 27, 2015 - 10:31 pm)

Yeah, she is. I just noticed the Age and Location forms are filled out with her signature stuff.

Also, Dolphin! I can't even see the fourth character! What do you think I am, a genie? A mind reader?

submitted by hotairballoon
(October 28, 2015 - 5:24 am)

Oops. I didn't even realize that I had done that. Oh well...

I WILL be posting soon. I'm just busy right now, but MORE IS COMING. Promise, guys.  

submitted by CM/Abigail
(October 28, 2015 - 9:52 pm)

*cheers* Go, Mischievous Monarchs!

By the way, you nailed my personality, Manager. Nice job. 

Fflewddur says gebo. Too late, Fflewddur, the name's Mischievous Monarchs. Sorry.

submitted by Sydney C., age 13
(October 27, 2015 - 2:53 pm)

Funny name, but I like it. (Monarchs are my favorite butterfly! :) 

*Puck: "OOOOHHHH!!! THE NAME IS EVEN BETTER THAN I EXPECTED!!! GO MISCHEVIOUS MONARCHS!!!!" 

*Me: *Covers ears* "Anyways, here's to the Mischevious Monarchs!  

submitted by Joan B. of Arc , age 13, Camelot
(October 28, 2015 - 1:34 pm)
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