Travis ran through the wood as fast as he could. It was pitch black, he couldn't see and worst of all, he was being chased by wolves. The woods seemed to go on and on. Travis made a sharp turn to avoid a rock. He was out of breath. He collapsed to the floor. He started up above him. A whole pack of wolves were standing around him. The biggest one went towards him and lunged himself at Travis...

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"HELP!" Travis yelled. Not even openeing his eyes, he felt around his body. He finally opened his eyes and found out that he was in his own home, in the old abandoned playhouse that was covered up by brambles in the park. He sat up in the old box that he slept in and looked around him. There were no wolves. Suddenly, the door to the playhouse swung open. Travis squealed and curled in a ball.

"Mornin'!" The thing called. Travis opened his eyes and saw that it was only his twin brother, Coco, with Bandit. Coco had some sheets on his back, he tossed them all at Bandit and walked towards the box that Travis was in. "Ready to go camping," Coco said enthusiastically. Travis opened his mouth to speak- "Sure you are!" Coco finished. The three dogs started to walk through the park in the direction of the woods.

"Hey, isn't the woods where all the wolves live?" Travis asked.

"Yeah, why?" Coco asked.

"No reason," Travis shrugged.

"This is gonna be fun! We're gonna make a campfire-" Coco said

"And chew bones," Bandit added.

"And roast marshmallows," Coco chuckled.

"And chew bones- wait. Where did you get marshmallows?" Bandit asked.

"You don't wanna know..."

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(Meanwhile, at Dashes house)

"Dash, did you take the marshmallows?" Dashes owner asked. Dash shook his head.

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"Anyway, the best thing of all about camping is-"

"Chewing bones?" Bandit asked.

"No, sleeping under the stars!" Coco answered.

"What'll we do about all the wolves?" Travis asked.

"Let them find their own camp," Coco joked.

"No! I've never seen a wolf in real life. Well, the closest thing I've seen to a wolf is Zero (tri), but I thought that they were carnivores. Ya know, eat meat, kill thing, maybe US!" Travis said.

"Nah! Don't worry about those guys. They'll just have to deal with Karate Coco. HI-YAH!" Coco said. Coco jumped and did a karate chop in mid air... and fell flat on his face.

"Yeah, I think Karate Coco needs some training," Bandit laughed as he walked past Coco with Travis not far behind.

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Bandit, Travis and Coco had started to set up the camp. Bandit and Travis started to unpack the stuff they'd brought with them. Bandit tipped all the stuff out of a black bag he'd found in the junkyard.

"Weird. I thought I'd bought more bones than that," Bandit said as he pulled out 8 large bones. Suddenly, Bandit was knocked over. He shook his head and noticed that Coco had jumped on him.

"Bandit. I've set up the tents (or two blankets on top of eachother). What should I do now?"

"You could get some firewood," Bandit offered.

"Sure. I'm an expert at wilderness survival. Coco leaned up against a tree. He suddenly slipped off it and landed flat on his back.

"Yep. If you can survive falling to the floor you can survive anything," Bandit exagerated.

"Yeah, funny. One more thing. Where should I look?" Coco asked.

"I'm guessing in the really dark woods, where all the carnivores live," Travis said.

"Ok. See ya later," Coco ran off into the trees.

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Coco searched for over an hour. The sun was begining to set. Coco still hadn't found any firewood. He rested on top of a rock.

"Man, the wood seems fresh out of wood. How can that be possible?" He wondered. Coco stared at the ground. All of a sudden, he noticed, just a few feet away from him, was a log, just big enough for him to drag back to Bandit and Travis. Coco was so excited about the campfire that they were gonna have that he didn't notice that the log covered up a large hole in the ground

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Three wolves walked towards the hole dragging their lunch, a deer, with them. The two adults stopped and sat down for a rest. "Nice catch, huh, Darla?" He asked.

"Yes, Rufus, looks tasty," Darla replied, nuzzling her mate. She looked over at their son, Fuzz, who was backing away from the hole.

"Someone's taken the log that hides our home," Fuzz sniffed. Rufus walked over to the hole and stuck his head down it. He saw a mother rabbit with three babies, who had found the hole and made a home out of it.

"I'm gonna find whoever did this and give 'em a piece of my mind," Rufus growled, once he's come out of the hole.

"If you have a mind," Darla muttered. Fuzz jumped on his mothers back and they followed Rufus.

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Bandit, Travis and Coco were roasting some marshmallows over the fire. Coco put his on his stick and picked it up in his mouth He put it in the fire, but when he pulled it out, it was on fire he quickly shook it about so the fire would go out, Bandit and Travis backed away.

"Watch where you shake that," Travis whimpered.

"Relax," Coco said, but as he spoke, the marshmallow and stick flew out of his mouth and headed straight for Bandit, Bandit ducked and the flaming marshmallow flew over his head and into the bushes, where it went out.

"Phew," Bandit sighed in releif. They went back to eating marshmallows.

"These are pretty good, considering one almost roasted me," Bandit chuckled.

"Too right, Bandit. This is cool, sitting under the stars with your best buds, roasting marshmallows. I feel great," Coco sighed.

"Does anyone feel like going home, yet?" Travis  asked, hopefully,"

"No way! We haven't even started telling ghost stories, yet," Coco said.

"Ghost stories!?" Travis panicked, he dived in beween his two sleeping blankets.

"You're right, Travis, not scary enough," Coco said. "How about a wolf story!" Coco suggested. Just at that moment, there was some rustling in the bushes, Rufus was looking through it, observing the campers. The gang