A KOA story created for a friend

So before I put up this long story Im going to give you the reason behind my craziness. I wokr at KOA. We have what is called a hot box where ppl can come pick up bikes they are renting and play putt-putt. I normally work in the office but one day I was put in the hot box for 30 mins while a girl who always works the hot box has a lunch break. I found a notebook and started writing. Well I did not get far when she returned. She liked the idea of writing a story, read mine and added to it...so I thought. During my dinner break I returned to the hot box to retrieve the story my friend wrote to add on to her but she wrote more of an actualy journal about her life. The poor girl is worried about ACT's and getting into college. Her dream is to become a Dentist and ger her Dr. degree as well. This story was crated for the enjoyment of all as well as to make a dear sweet friend feel a little better in a crazy way. There is always a pt to my craziness unless im really tired then i just lost my marbles...again...




So here I am, sitting in what the great KOA calls the Hot Box, waiting for people to arrive and receive these yellow chairs with three wheels called banana bikes for how ever long they decided to pay for. The Hot Box is currently living up to its name. This little 3X5 shack is where all the yellow banana bike magic happens while simultaneously collecting all the sun’s amazing, warm, bright rays and heating the inside of this already 91 Fahrenheit prism.
While sitting in this magical heat collecting little shack, I pondered the existence of life, my future in general, and how many calories are in Ed’s chocolate covered cherry fudge. From caloric intake to my personal life my mind was too preoccupied to notice the swarm of screeching, flying monkeys coming over the mountains for an attack! Sun-burnt customers running out from the pool and creek could easily be heard from the Casino 20 minutes away, screaming. I, also fearful of the Wizard of Oz looking monkeys closed up the one window in the Hot Box. While rocking back and forth in a curled up position in a corner in the barely standing shack, I heard a pounding, similar to the sound of hail hitting a tin roof, all over the sides and roof of the uncomfortably warm Hot Box. Gathering the courage to stand up and peek out of the only window. What I saw in the little crack were flying gumballs and suckers! I could only assume (due to the fact I could only see the ground through my slightly lifted window) that the monkey’s evil scheme was to pelt us with the hard, sugary, candy and then create massive amounts of pain in children by the creation of cavities and rotting teeth. How could the children ignore the delicious treats painfully raining down around us?
“Eeeeekkk!” I gasped. I swooshed back into my corner thinking about the possibility of escape from this doom or if there was anyone who could save the KOA kampground from this horror!
“This looks like a job for Dr. Krystal!” I shouted while standing up in a corney, yet heroic superhero position (you know, hands on hips, chest out head held high). “Only one problem,” I stated out loud. “The only phone is in the main office! I am going to have face the monkeys and their sugar-filled ammo!” I exclaimed as I were in a movie. Off to the door of my one-window shack. I thrusted the door open with a bang and shot out of the Hot Box in to the rain of gumballs and suckers and into the sound of screeching flying monkeys! Trying hard to dodge the evil, bruising candy, I ran to the office in a zig-zag like fashion only to discover that running in such a manner only works for avoiding hungry lions and alligators.
Feeling the sting of the candy I arrived into the air-conditioned office trying hard not to burst into tears from the pain. I blindly stumbled inside with tears beginning to arise in my eyes. Oh the pain of hard candy! I ran, (or at least attempted to run) to the nearest phone. I dialed as fast as I could the number that I had memorized for emergency purposes like this one. 1-828-555-6739014 (Dr. Krystal had an argument with the phone company and this was their revenge…)
“Dr. Krystal here. I am in the mid-“
“Dr. Krystal, the KOA kampground needs your help!” I yelled. “Evil candy-throwing monkeys are trying to harm the precious KOA kampers by giving the kids pain cavities!”
“Oh dear! But what am I to do?” Dr. Krystal asked.
“Dr. K!” I yelled in shock of her doubt. “You are the most qualified person to save the day! You are the nation’s top Dentist in all 50 states of America and have been named Dr. K Super-Dentist! You have the skills and the knowledge to protect and help the innocent KOA kids!”
“I do have this new advanced product I have wanted to try,” Dr. K Super-Dentist replied. “it has the ability to keep teeth clean and cavity-free for 368 days (that’s right more than a year) straight!”
“Perfect!” I yet again yelled into the phone (Dr. Krystal now has a hearing aide in her right ear thanks to me  ). “The monkeys will become frustrated by their failing plan and fly to the Yogi Bear campground and rot the teeth of whoever stays there!”
“By Pigeon Forge, we have a plan,” Dr. Krystal exclaimed. “Sherri (her nurse), please inform Ms, Jen when she wakes up that I will remove the other half of her wisdom tooth as soon as I save the day. I am on my way to the KOA!”
I protected myself in the safe room of the office, positioning my body back into the rocking baby movements in the corner. Hearing the screeching of the monkeys and pounding of the candy, I shivered…or maybe it’s the temperature of the office. I am use to 90 degrees and in here it was kept perfectly at 71 degrees. Either way I shivered.
Then the screeching became more of a horrified squealing and kid’s laughter started to take the place of terrified screaming. Dr. K Super-Dentist must have arrived for kids were enjoying the candy with out the formation of cavities and the monkeys were heading north to the Yogi Bear Campground. I shot out of the main office into the heat to see Dr. Krystal giving the kids dissolvable teeth protectors.
“Dr. K, You are my hero!” I shouted over the laughter.
“Well if it wasn’t for you, I would have never come.” Dr. K Super Dentist replied.
When the last child had his teeth protected and ran off to join everyone in the sweet sugar feast, Dr. K drove off into the distance to become a normal dentist…for now.



THE END

(I returned to the Hot Box and enjoyed the fact that I did not work housekeeping because kids were eating too much candy and candy and heat do not go together if you get my drift)