Cool Campers by Mike Knudson

heard him shout, “I’ve got it!”
    â€œYou’ve got what?” I asked.
    Graham came out and announced, “This little trip to the bathroom has inspired me.”
    â€œWhat are you talking about?” I said.
    Graham smiled and put one hand on my shoulder and the other on BB’s.
    BB slid his shoulder out from under Graham’s hand.“Hey, did you wash those hands?” he asked.
    â€œI’ve got one word for you guys,” Graham said. We all leaned in to hear this one important word.
    â€œToilet paper,” he whispered.
    â€œToilet paper? But that’s two words,” Tiny said.
    â€œNo, it isn’t,” Graham argued. “ Toilet is a word, and paper is a word, but when you are talking about toilet paper, it’s just one thing. You know, toiletpaper .” He repeated the words really fast, trying to make it sound like only one word.
    â€œTiny’s right,” BB interrupted. “It is two words.”
    â€œThat’s okay,” Tiny said. “It can be one word for Graham.” Tiny never wanted to hurt anyone’s feelings.
    â€œWhatever. It doesn’t really matter how many words it is,” Graham said. “The point is: we should toilet paper David’s cabin.”
    I looked around to see if anyone else might have heard. “Are you crazy?” I whispered. I couldn’t believe he was actually suggesting it.
    â€œCount me in,” Tiny said.
    â€œWhat? You too, Tiny?” I dropped my head into my hands.
    BB jumped up and down. “Me too! Let’s do it.”
    All three of them were bouncing around now. I grabbed Graham by the shoulders and tried to stop his bouncing. “Wait a minute, you guys. What if we get caught?” I was getting nervous just thinking about this.
    Graham just smiled. “Come on, Raymond. This is our chance to get David back. Haven’t you always wanted to really get him?”
    They all quietly chanted, “TP, TP, TP . . .”
    â€œAll right, all right, I’m in too,” I finally agreed. They all slapped me on the back, and we headed back into the bathroom to find our ammunition.

8
    Flying Toilet Paper
    THERE WERE FOUR toilets in the bathroom, but we only took two rolls. We figured we had better leave a roll or two there. Graham and Tiny both hid a roll under their shirts, and we hurried back to our cabin. We stayed up and played cards, waiting for everyone else to go to bed. Toad came by and checked on us at around nine thirty.
    â€œLights out in five minutes,” he said. We turned them off and climbed into our bunks, pretending to sleep. I did such a good job pretending that I actually fell asleep. Luckily, Graham woke me up.
    â€œWhat time is it?” I mumbled. I couldn’t tell if I had been asleep for five minutes or five hours.
    â€œIt’s almost midnight,” Graham said. “It’s time to move.”
    I rubbed my eyes and got up. Slowly Tiny opened the door and we crept outside. There was just a sliver of a moon, and while the stars were bright, it was still really dark. We giggled softly, thinking about what we were about to do, and headed down the path. Suddenly, we heard a familiar voice.
    â€œHey, Toad Claws, what’s going on?” It was Toad.
    â€œUm, hi, Toad. Where are you going?” Tiny asked. Toad said he was on his way to the staff cabins. Then he asked us again what we were doing. I had a sick feeling inside. I knew we were busted.
    â€œOkay,” I said. “We were on our way to toilet paper the Muscular Monsters’ cabins. Well, David’s cabin.” I was so nervous I started talking faster and faster. “It’s just that David is so mean, and then today when he switched Tiny’s and Graham’s underwear, we just thought we’d—”
    â€œShhh.” Toad put his finger to his lips. “You’re going to TP the Muscular Monsters’ cabins?”
    â€œYes, but