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First light at a pristine campground; the air was pleasantly warm, birds

were greeting the morning sun, and in a double parking spot that

contained a minivan, two tents, and a pickup truck with a tent on the

back of it, Sam was the first one up. He crawled out of the tent and

rubbed the sleep from his eyes, then marveled at how beautiful

everything looked.

"Wow..." he breathed to himself, "I sure wish Jake and the others could

see this." Though he was an energetic German shepherd pup, he knew

better than to wake others up at the crack of dawn. Since he was all on

his own and it would probably be a while before the others woke up, he

decided it would be best to try and make his own fun; the only question

was... how was he to go about doing that? After thinking for a few

minutes, he couldn't help but recall that Timothy was wearing a diaper

yesterday when he, Travis, Hurricane, and Trevor rescued him from the

mud pit. A mischievous grin spread across Sam's muzzle as he began to

wonder, "What would happen if he didn't have anything to cover up his

diaper?" With this in mind, he made his way to the tent on the back of

Trevor's truck where Timothy and Hurricane were sleeping. After

unzipping the door, Sam poked his nose inside and saw Timothy and

Hurricane sleeping peacefully; and right by the entrance were Timothy's

clean shorts. "Bingo!" Sam thought to himself as he grabbed the shorts,

pulled out of the tent, and zipped the door closed again. Making sure

that no one had seen him, he walked towards the main path. "I'll hide

them up in a tree..." he said to himself, "When Timothy finds them gone,

he's bound to ask one of us for help. Then I'll find them and bring

them back; that way we can have a laugh, and nobody gets hurt."

As Sam left the campsite, Hurricane stirred inside the truck bed tent.

"Oh..." he moaned quietly, "Did anyone get the license number of that

sewing machine...?" Suddenly... his keen canine nose picked up

something. "Huh...?" he said as he sniffed the air inside the tent. At

that moment, Timothy began to wake up.

"Good morning, Hurricane," he said, "Uh... what are you doing?"

"I smell something..." said Hurricane.

"What is it?" Timothy asked nervously. Hurricane had to sniff a bit more before he was able to identify the smell.

"I..." he said, continuing to sniff and coming up to Timothy. The young

raccoon began to look nervous; he wasn't sure how Hurricane would react

to the fact that he wore pull-ups to bed every night because he had

bedwetting problems. He tried his best to hide it, but there was no

fooling a dog's nose. Hurricane sniffed a little bit more, and then

looked up at Timothy before saying, "I... I think... it's you..."

Friendly awoke around the same time in his tent with Travis and Trevor. Friendly yawned and stretched, turning to Travis.

"Morning, sleepydog" he chuckled, poking Travis's nose.

"Ahhh... er... AHHH.... AHHHCHOO!" sneezed Travis, just catching it with his paw.

"Ooops" said Friendly, "Sorry buddy."

Trevor was awoken by his son's loud sneeze and turned to face the boys.

"Here, need a handkerchief?" he asked, reaching over for the box he had nearby.

"Thanks Dad" said Travis, before turning to Friendly.

"Who the heck are you?"

"Whaaa?" said Friendly, taken aback. "Don't you remember? We met yesterday"

"Travis" tutted Trevor, "Now's not the time for your silly games"

"Oh!" chuckled Friendly, sarcastically. "Real funny, hahaha!"

"Well... someone's got to lighten the mood" said Travis.

In Hurricane and Timothy's tent, Hurricane had found the source of the

smell and Timothy had explained everything. Hurricane felt great

sympathy for the little raccoon, and helped him change his wet Pull-ups

for a fresh pair. Timothy pulled his T-shirt on, with a little

difficulty, and went to grab his shorts - but they weren't there!

"Where... where are my shorts?" squeaked Timothy, searching for them.

"They were right by your pillow, weren't they?" asked Hurricane.

"They're not there now! They're gone!" Timothy cried

Hurricane threw aside his duvet. "I'll help you look..."

The two friends searched frantically for Timothy's shorts, but they weren't anywhere!

"Oh no! I can't go out there without my shorts on!" squeaked the young raccoon.

Hurricane looked outside the tent.

"I think I found your shorts, Timothy" he sighed, "This is probably

Sam's doing, he likes to play pranks occasionally. "He must have seen

your diaper"

"Where?" sniffled Timothy, "I gotta put my shorts on!".

Timothy peeped his head out of the tent. There were his shorts, orange

with white and blue flames up high in the tree. He looked around to make

sure nobody was around, and hurried over to the tree. His exposed

Pull-ups crinkled noisily in his haste to retrieve his shorts.

"Why couldn't the tree be closer?" Timothy thought, "Why is it so far away from the tent?"

Just a short distance away at the fire pit, Zoey and Trevor had finished cleaning and were conversing with each other.

"Tell me..." said Trevor, "Just how hard is it? Raising a son when you're constantly in the line of danger?"

"Well... it's not really all that bad, actually." said Zoey, "Most

often, my husband and I have different shifts, so one of us is always

home with him; and if a situation does come up that requires both of us

out on the job, well... you know... we just hire a babysitter in the

past. Now Jake's old and sensible enough he is allowed to go over to

Friendly's or Timothy's on his bike."

"I live and work on our farm," said Trevor, "So I've never actually had

to hire a babysitter. When Travis was younger, my dad would watch him as

I did my work; now that he's older, he can entertain himself and take

care of himself as well. Occasionally I let him come with me and help

out when I do my farm work." He sighed and said, "I have to... one day

it'll be up to him to look after the farm."

"How does he feel about that?" Zoey asked, "Boys can have other dreams than what we have planned for them."

"Well for one thing," said Trevor, "I explained to him the importance of

the farm when he was just a pup. It's important that we always run the

farm the way our fathers did; the right way; none of those chemicals

that are supposed to produce more. I've heard nothing but bad things

about those chemicals. Ever since my great-great-great grandfather,

Wilbur Barnster, our farm has always been run naturally, without the use

of anything that might increase our productivity or would damage the

health of our livestock."

"Wow..." Zoey said, clearly amazed, "That's a high level of dedication

if I ever heard of one. I didn't know farmers could care that much about

producing good quality dairy and meat products that they'd still do it

all naturally in this day and age." Trevor couldn't help but blush.

"It's all a matter of choice," he said, "And with that level of stress

on all of us, it's a wonder I've been a good father and Travis turned

out the way he did; he could have turned out much worse." Zoey put her

arm around the Beagle in a comforting manner.

"Don't worry..." she said, "I think you've sired a fine pup, Trevor;

especially considering your lifestyle is harder than most nowadays."

Trevor smiled her and said,

"Thanks, Zoey... That really means a lot coming from someone like you."

"DAD!! MRS. Z!!" Both adults looked up to see Travis and Sam running into the campsite, looking worried about something.

"What's the matter, boys?!" Zoey asked.

"What is it?!" asked Trevor.

"Timothy's stuck in a tree!" cried Travis, "He's really high up and he can't get down!"

"And it's all my fault!" wailed Sam.

"What?!" Trevor and Zoey asked

"I didn't mean for this to happen!" Sam cried, "I thought he would have

asked us for help!" Both Zoey and Trevor looked at each other; now

wasn't the time for the blame game, now was a time for action.

"What are we doing here!?!" shouted Trevor, "C'mon, boys, let's go!" he

broke into a run and Travis fell in behind him. Zoey knelt down next to

Sam, who by this time was in hysterics, and tried to calm him.

"Shhh... It's okay, Sam..." Sam stopped crying for a moment and listened

to her. "You can explain it to me on the way." said Zoey.

"Okay..." Sam choked. With that, they too ran off, following Travis and Trevor.

It only took a few minutes for Trevor, Travis, Zoey, and Sam to reach

the tree. Friendly, Jake, and Hurricane were still there and were

relieved to see them.

"Thank dog you're here!" said Hurricane, "I don't know if he can hold on much longer!"

Everyone could see the young raccoon holding onto a tree limb for dear

life, wearing nothing but his training pants. His shorts - which had

been placed in the tree by the mischievous Sam, had fallen to the ground

• momentarily forgotten by the urgency of the situation.

"Oh..." moaned Zoey, "He's a lot higher than I thought; I don't know if I can get up there!"

"But, mom!" said Jake, "You're the only one who can save him!"

"Dang it, Jake!" snapped Zoey, "I'm a police officer! Not a lumberjack!"

"I'll take care of this!" said Trevor as he determinedly walked up to

the tree. He looked up to where Timothy was, spat on the ground, and

said, "Stand back... It's farmer time!" With that, he grabbed a low

hanging branch and began his ascent into the tree. Using the branches

and occasionally just the trunk, the progress he made was remarkable.

"Wow..." said Zoey as she watched the adult Beagle go, "Just... Wow..."

Friendly and the other boys watched in amazement, they had not expected

this. In just under a minute, Trevor had reached the branch where

Timothy was quivering and whimpering with fear.

"Timothy!" he said, "Timothy! Open your eyes..."

"I can't!" the little raccoon cried, "I'm too scared!"

"Yes you can..." said Trevor, "Don't look down, just look at me...

That's right, look at me... All eyes on me..." Timothy managed to face

Trevor and open his eyes to look at him. "Good," said Trevor, "Now...

very carefully try to inch your way towards me."

"Okay..." Timothy squeaked with fear in his voice. He slowly began to

inch his way across the branch towards Trevor, who was gently beckoning

to him. Finally he reached him and squeaked, "Please get me down, I

don't like it up here"

"I will, Timothy. Try to climb over me onto my back," said Trevor, "Put

your arms around my neck and your legs around my chest; and whatever you

do... uh... just... don't look down." Timothy gingerly began to climb

on top of Trevor. On the ground, everyone, especially Zoey, was amazed

that Trevor could hold on while having the weight of a chubby

six-year-old on his shoulders. Timothy managed to get onto Trevor's back

and locked his hands together around his neck.

"Can we go down now...?" he asked.

"Of course we can," said Trevor, "Hold on tight." And he began his

descent. The boys were all sweating inside, and Zoey was ready to catch

Timothy if he lost his grip.

"C'mon, dad..." Travis nervously breathed to himself. It was a tense minute, but at last, Trevor reached the bottom of the tree.

"Here we are!" he said, "Terra firma!" He knelt down to allow Timothy to climb off his back.

"Thank you!" Timothy cried as he wrapped his arms around Trevor and gave him a big hug.

"Aww..." Trevor said to the young raccoon, rubbing the seat of Timothy's

training pants with his paw - remembering Friendly telling him that it

comforted the young raccoon. "No sweat... I'm just glad you're okay."

"Wow!" said Jake, "That was totally amazing!"

"Uh-huh!" said Travis, "That's my dad!"

"Trevor..." said Zoey as she came over to him, "That was just... Amazing... I can't even find words to describe that."

"I climb up the grain tower on the farm all the time," said Trevor, "I

guess sometimes you just pick up skills in some unusual places!"

Sam picked up Timothy's shorts and took them over to the young raccoon.

"I... I'm sorry Timothy. I didn't mean for this to happen. I was just... um..." Sam faltered.

Timothy sniffled as the shepherd pup tried his hardest to apologize for what he had done.

"Here, let's get these on over your diaper, okay?" said Sam, in a quiet voice that only Timothy could hear.

Soon, Timothy was fully dressed, his pull-ups safely concealed under his shorts and t-shirt.

A few hours later, the group decided to go and explore the campground

together. As the sun climbed higher in the sky, the heat began to go up.

Around one in the afternoon, someone finally spoke up.

"Wow..." said Hurricane, "It's really getting hot now."

"You're not kidding," said Friendly, "It sure would be nice if we could

find someplace to cool down. At that moment, they came around the

corner, and there was the lake.

"Well how convenient," said Zoey, "This looks like the perfect place to take a swim."

"It sure does," said Trevor, "And there are some shaded areas as well so we won't always be in the sun."

"Do we have to go all the way back to the campsite to grab our stuff first?" pouted Jake.

"Okay, boys," said Zoey, "Trevor and I can go back to the campsite and

grab your swimsuits and towels. You wait here and we'll be right back."

"We won't be long..." said Trevor as the pair left for the campsite. They had only been gone for two minutes when Sam piped up.

"You know what? Why wait for our swimsuits?"

"What do you mean?" asked Friendly. Sam got a mischievous grin and said,

"Have any of you guys ever gone swimming fully clothed?"

"No..." said Friendly.

"I haven't either..." said Jake.

"Well..." said Travis, "Sam, Hurricane, and I have; and it's really not

that different from swimming in a bathing suit other than the fact that

your shirt grips your chest sometimes; and it's actually really fun!"

"Wait..." said Timothy, "I thought it was wrong to swim with your clothes on."

"Nah..." said Hurricane, "It's not wrong; it's just not encouraged

because you'll be wearing wet, soggy clothes afterwards; but trust me,

it's worth it."

"Well..." said Friendly, "I like new experiences... and I trust you guys are good swimmers."

"Yes we are," said Travis.

"Well then," said Jake, "I say let's try it!"

"But what about me?" asked Timothy, "I can't swim and my pull-ups might get soggy."

"That is a good point," said Sam, suddenly looking very worried, "I

really don't want to put you at risk again after what happened this

morning."

"It's alright, Timothy," said Hurricane, "I'll stick with you; and we can just play around in the shallows."

"Can you help me if something happens?" asked Timothy.

"Absolutely," said Hurricane, "You're talking to a boy who can lift one

hundred pounds easily; keeping your head above water will be a doddle."

"And we'll all stay close together," said Friendly, "so that way we can call help all each other."

"Then it's settled!" said Travis as he pulled off his sneakers and socks, "C'mon, boys, let's get wet!"

"This is gonna be fun!" laughed Jake, "Besides, me and Timothy are already wearing our swimming shorts.

"Yeah!" agreed Sam, "Let's go!"

The boys all went over to a wooden dock, the type used for mooring row-boats and canoes.

"How deep is it here?" asked Friendly, concerned for Timothy's safety.

"I'll check" said Sam, carefully sitting on the dock before turning

around and sliding into the water. As the pup's shorts disappeared under

the water he felt his feet touch the silty bottom. He waded through the

water, paddling occasionally as he made his way to the end of the dock.

"It gets a lot deeper" reported Sam, "Right here my feet can't touch the bottom"

Timothy stood on the edge of the dock, peering down into the water.

"Careful Timothy, said Hurricane. You don't wanna fall in without someone there to help you"

"Hey Timothy, come in and try the water. I'll help you stay afloat" said Sam.

"Okay..." said Timothy, carefully turning around to slide in as Sam had

done. As Timothy was preparing to go into the water his lost his footing

and fell in.

"Timothy!" cried Hurricane.

The young raccoon made a big splash as his chubby body fell into the

water. Sam shielded his eyes with his arm before paddling over to the

raccoon. Timothy was trying his best to stay afloat, but his feet were

just spinning and his arms flailed.

"Help!" he cried, as he felt the water flooding into his Pull-ups, making them swell up and get very heavy under his shorts.

Sam swam up to the raccoon and held him steady.

"I've got you buddy" he said, curiously feeling the seat of Timothy's

shorts and chuckling a little as he felt how squishy Timothy's Pull-ups

were with all the water in them.

"Come on, let's all go in!" said Travis, leaping off the side of the

dock and curling his body to make a big bomb-splash. Jake laughed and

leapt off too in a similar fashion. Hurricane and Friendly smiled and

jumped off the dock together, going into the water feet-first.

"Wow, this does feel funny" said Jake, referring to swimming with his shirt on.

"It's alright" said Friendly... "I think I prefer swimming without them

on though. I'll wait for my swimsuit" and he clambered back up onto the

dock, taking his soaked shirt off and hanging it over the dock to dry.

Then he sprawled himself out on the dock.

Hurricane swam up to Sam and Timothy. Sam smiled as he handed Timothy over to his friend.

"Thanks Sam" said Timothy, smiling as the shepherd winked and paddled over to Jake.

"Come on, let's go back to the shore. The water's not so deep there"

said Hurricane, paddling and holding Timothy's paw - towing him

alongside him.

It was just then that Trevor and Zoey returned, carrying towels as well as swimsuits for Hurricane, Travis, Sam and Friendly.

"Boys! You were supposed to wait until we got back!" cried Zoey, sighing

as she watched them all playing in the water, still wearing their

clothes - save for Friendly.

"They're having fun! Why ruin it for them?" said Trevor

Zoey sighed again and nodded, "You're right, I'm sorry"

"Still, they can put their swimsuits on now and their clothes should dry out by the time they're done"

Zoey laid the boys' swimsuits out on the dock along with the towels, and went over to the shallows.

"Come here sweetheart" said Zoey to Timothy, beckoning him to come

ashore so she could help him take off his soaked blue t-shirt. Timothy

waddled ashore, it was a lot harder because of his swollen training

pants. Zoey noticed this and sighed.

"Your training pants don't work in the water, sweetie. Come on, let's take them off"

Timothy sniffled as Zoey pulled down his shorts and undid the velcro

sides on his pull-ups, removing them and pulling his shorts back up

again. Once Timothy's dripping-wet shirt had been pulled off too, Zoey

smiled and gently patted his shoulder. "Off you go, Timothy"

It didn't take much more effort for Zoey to convince the other boys to

at least lay their shorts and pants on the dock to dry and put their

swimsuits on.

"That's better" said Friendly, diving into the water off the edge of the dock to join Sam and Jake.

For over an hour, the boys played in the lake, jumping off the dock into

the water competing who could make the biggest splash, and even

splashing each other with their arms and paws. Hurricane looked after

Timothy somewhat closer to where the young raccoon's feet could touch

the bottom, and Friendly substituted a few times as Hurricane joined

Sam, Jake and Travis in diving off the dock.

"It's a shame we didn't think to bring your floaties, Timothy. You could

float around while we played and we could play some games... like

swimming between your legs and stuff like that" said Friendly.

"Yeah..." agreed Timothy, "I like Hurricane though, he's just like you - always there for me"

"Uh-huh" said Friendly, diving beneath the water and swimming around his

young raccoon friend, playfully bumping his muzzle into the seat of

Timothy's shorts. As the fox surfaced behind him, Timothy giggled.

"You bumped into my butt!"

"Sorry, I couldn't see where I was going, I forgot my goggles" chuckled

Friendly, before diving beneath the water again and swimming through

Timothy's legs, lifting him out of the water and carrying him in a

piggy-back fashion.

"Hey, I have an idea for a little game!" Sam piped up, paddling over to Friendly and Timothy. "Everyone come over!"

Everyone swam over quickly as the shepherd spoke again.

"Let's play a game where Timothy can join in" said Hurricane.

"Uh-huh" squeaked Timothy, anxiously.

"It's okay, Timothy's the center of attention in this game.

"Huh?" said Timothy, puzzled.

"What we have to do is take turns carrying Timothy along the shallows,

all around the lake like we're transporting him around. Things will

impede our progress though, our training wheels will get stuck in the

mud, or there'll be some bandits that we have to fight, or stuff. How

about it?"

"Interesting idea..." said Friendly. "Do you want to carry Timothy first, Sam?"

"Uh-huh!" yapped the shepherd, raising his paws into the air and panting.

"Alright then... so if your training wheels get you stuck in the mud, one of us has to come and help you out?"

"Yep, and if there's bandits we have to fight them with our pistols"

"I want a rifle" said Travis

"Alright, you can have a rifle"

"I want a shotgun" said Jake.

"Fine" agreed Sam.

"I want a gattling gun!" exclaimed Travis.

"Don't be ridiculous" chuckled Hurricane.

Travis laughed. "I know, just kidding"

"So we position ourselves at different points around the lake, and whoever's closest has to help if you run into trouble?"

Sam nodded. "I think we've all got the idea, let's go!"

Friendly helped Timothy onto Sam's back, and the shepherd carried the

young raccoon around the edge of the shallow water, where both boys'

shorts were just under the water. Soon, Sam stopped and bounced up and

down slightly.

"Uh-oh, I'm stuck in the mud!" cried Sam, bouncing up and down a bit

more to simulate his wheels spinning in the sludge. Timothy giggled.

Hurricane swam over. "Here, I'll help you" he said, putting one paw on Sam's butt and the other on Timothy's, pushing them both.

"Yay! We're free! Thanks Hurricane, you can go back now..."

"Shouldn't I join you?" said Hurricane.

"Uh... well, okay. Here, you can carry Timothy now"

As Timothy was transferred over to Hurricane's back, Sam swam around in

the slightly deeper water, before paddling alongside Hurricane.

"Come on buddy, you gotta think of something where the next person's gonna help"

"I know, I'm trying" said Hurricane.

While the boys played their game of carrying Timothy around the lake,

Trevor and Zoey basked on the beach in the afternoon sunshine, watching.

"Heh, that was a pretty inventive game idea. Sam is quite resourceful sometimes." said Trevor.

"Poor Timothy thought he could go swimming with his training pants on" commented Zoey, "Poor lil' tyke"

"Why does he wear them anyway? He's six..."

"He wets the bed... and for some reason he likes wearing them under his shorts too. It's okay, Jake and Friendly are used to it"

"I bet some kids poke fun at him for it though..."

"Sam didn't mean for what happened to happen" said Zoey.

"Yeah, we're just lucky all of our boys are understanding souls I guess..." answered Trevor.

Zoey chuckled as she watched all of the boys pretending Timothy's coach

had been held up by bandits, and they all took shots at frightening the

bandits away.

"It makes me wish I could join in..."

"We can if you want, let's go!" said Trevor, grinning as he stood up and

ran into the water - still wearing his clothes. Zoey hesitated, but

eventually relented and charged into the water after him.

"My turn!" said Trevor, seeing Jake struggled to carry the chubby raccoon through the water. "Here, let me relieve you, buddy"

Jake panted exhaustedly and retreated to slightly shallower water. "I didn't know I was this out of shape" he gasped.

"It's alright, buddy" said Trevor, "Ready Timothy? Here we go!" said the

beagle, making loud motorboat noises as he paced through the water,

going somewhat deeper than any of the boys could due to his height.

Then, he made engine spluttering noises and stopped. "Uh-oh, we've

broken down!"

Timothy giggled at Trevor's sound effects. "Hey, we need a mechanic, my Trevorboat's broken down!" he called out.

Travis swam over and held onto his dad's side, gently pounding his dad's

body and making tweaking motions. "I'll have you fixed in no time, dad"

Trevor chuckled. "Yep, you always were good with mechanical things, son"

For hours the boys played until the sun was starting to get low... then it was time to head ashore.

"This is our last night together boys... we should make the most of it"

said Zoey, as she helped Timothy put a new pair of Pull-ups on under his

shorts.

"Hey, how about we gather around a good, warm campfire with marshmallows

and sausages on the go and a good ol' sing-song?" proposed Trevor.

"Yay!" yapped Travis and Hurricane.

"Great idea!" agreed Sam

"Yeah, perfect!" said Jake, "Just like real cowboys"

Hurricane waited until Jake's mom had helped Timothy with his new diaper

before lifting him up and carrying him in a piggy-back. Timothy giggled

and held on tight to his friend's shoulders as Hurricane began to walk

alongside the others. Sam reached over to Timothy's shorts and pulled

them up.

"Your diaper was peeking out, Timothy. I fixed it" said Sam, just

quietly enough that the others couldn't hear, but Timothy could.

"Thanks Sam" replied Timothy, blushing slightly.

Jake playfully shoved Sam, and Sam shoved him back. Next thing the two

were chasing each other up the path. Hurricane chuckled, Timothy

couldn't help but giggle a bit too.

"I just hope we all get to see each other again someday soon" Travis said to Friendly. "It's been such fun"

"Yeah" answered Friendly, "We should share addresses so we can stay in contact and perhaps come over for visits"

"That'd be fun! We can ride our bikes around our farmhouse!" yapped

Travis, "...and there's plenty of muddy puddles to splash through"

"It sounds great, we'd have to help Timothy though"

"Yeah, his poor bike will definitely get stuck in the muddy puddles

where we are" agreed Hurricane, "Heck we don't need training wheels and

we get stuck too occasionally. It's fun getting all muddy though"

"I don't like getting my shorts muddy" squeaked Timothy

"It's okay lil' buddy, you can just wear your diaper. We don't have any neighbors for miles" said Travis.

Timothy blushed even more, but nodded. Friendly chuckled at the thought

of Timothy's Pull-ups getting covered in mud, but said nothing.

The boys continued onto the campsite, all of them were starting to get

hungry after their swim, and they were all eager to sink their teeth

into some delicious campfire-prepared beans, hot dogs and

marshmallows...

The End