The Camping Trip: Page 1

Buster Moon checked off his clip board and smiled happily.

It was beautiful day at the Theater and Buster was getting ready to go on a camping trip with Johnny, Mike and Gunter.

It was Rosita's idea. She first announced it when Buster when getting more stressed out then usual, so she suggested a camping trip for the boys.

Gunter was immediately on board.

Johnny was hesitant, but after talking to his dad, he decided to go.

Mike didn't want to go at all.

"A week in the woods, the bugs and the...fresh air? It's not like there's air here! Besides, Diana needs my help!"

But Diana insisted that she had Rosita's help and finally convinced him to go.

It was Buster's first camping in trip in years and he wanted to make sure he had everything and instead of wearing his regular attire, he had on khakis and a t-shirt.

"Hey, Mr. Moon, ya ready?" Johnny asked as he walked in. He was excited to get some fishing in.

"Yep!" Buster answered as he grabbed his bags.

The two walked outside where Johnny put Buster's bag into the bag, next to the tent and other supplies.

Soon Gunter arrived. The dancer was more then ready to hit the road and get started on some s'mores.

"Where's Mike?" Buster asked.

"Fashionably late, probably." Johnny said.

Gunter laughed. "Diana is probably pulling him by his ear." He said.

"You're not far off, Gunter."

The three boys turned and saw Diana walking up with a sulking Mike behind her.

"You look a kid who has to go to summer school." Buster said, smirking.

Mike glared.

Diana smiled as she kissed his cheek. "Have fun, hon!" She said before leaving.

"Mike, erm, you do realize that we'll be OUTDOORS, right?" Johnny asked as he looked at Mike's red suit.

"Kid, I swear, I am this close to ripping someone's arm off." Mike said, growling.

"ALRIGHT!" Buster said as he clapped his paws together.

Placing a tarp over the trunk, Johnny tightened it and got into the truck.

With Gunter in the passenger seat and Mike and Buster in the back, they were ready.

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The road trip was long, but the boys kept themselves busy. Johnny and Gunter jammed to the music in the front while Mike listened to his own with some earphones.

Buster attempted to get some work done before Gunter grabbed it and pulled it front.

"No work on this trip!" He said.

So Buster relaxed with his favorite book, Phantom of the Opera.

Tall building turned into small neighborhoods which turned into large spaces of lands, covered in trees.

Soon they pulled into a parking lot and grabbed their stuff as they walked down the woods' path.

The path went from dirt to wood as they crossed a bridge to another part.

The ground was wet from the recent rains, but they didn't mind.

Soon they came to a clearing and made camp.

They set up two tents, one for Johnny and Gunter and the other for Mike and Buster.

"First I was stuck in a long car ride with him, now I gotta share a tent?!" The mouse cried.

"Alright, but don't come crying when Bigfoot gets ya." Buster said, smiling.

Mike (though he would never say) had to admit that there was something about woods that, in light or dark, gave him an eerie feeling.

"My dad used to tell my stories about the Chubracobra and Lock Ness Monster." Johnny said as he gathered wood. "Scared the day lights outta me."

"My parents used to tell stories of werewolves. Mostly so we wouldn't stay out after dark." Gunter said, laughing a bit.

"Come on, everyone knows that monsters don't exist." Mike said, crossing his arms.

"Monsters maybe, but I believe in ghosts and spirits." Buster said as he crawled out of the tent.

"You? You believe in spirits?" Johnny asked, surprised.

"Yeah. I had an encounter with one once." Buster answered, as he sat down. "I was about 8 or nine, a few years after my dad had taken me to the theater. I would often sneak into the theater to watch them rehearse or if my dad was working late, I'd sneak over after dark. Well, one night, I had gone in and I was looking at the moon that hung above when the room suddenly got really cold. At first, I figured it was the AC turning on automatically, but then I saw the moon move and creak. It was impossible for wind to catch so I thought that someone had someone had come in, so I ran. But as I did, I tripped over some props and must have knocked myself out. When I came too, I saw someone or something staring at me. She was a very pretty koala with a kind face, she helped me up and brushed me off. I was still kinda out of it, so I assumed she was just my imagination because after I blinked a few times, she was gone, but there was still a chill in the air."

"Did you tell your dad?" Johnny asked.

"And have him know I had been sneaking into the theater at NIGHT?! No way! So I told like I had a dream and I described the koala I saw. He got really quiet and just smiled sadly before leaving the room. Neither of us ever mentioned her again. Until now, that is."

Johnny let out a breath he was holding. "Creepy story, Mr. Moon." He said.

"Johnny, we're on vacation, no need for formalities. Buster's fine."

Mike yawned as he stretch. "I'm going to bed, it's late."

"What about supper?" Gunter asked.

"What do we got?"

"Well, beans right now. But we're going fishing tomorrow!" Johnny put in.

"Yeah, I'm going to bed." And the jazz mouse disappeared into the tent.

"I'm going to bed as well, what time do we wake up?" Buster asked.

"Whatever time the fish start jumping." Johnny said, laughing.