Chapter Four
“Ahh, here we are at Yellowstone National Park.” Mike Carden said into a camera. “Welcome to Paradise, Michael Guy Chislett!”
Michael, who was taking the video, focused the camera on some trees. “These are trees.” He said, “I don’t know much about trees, but I know that they’re trees.”
“They’re not trees,” said Mike, “they’re extra-terrestrial being s from space.”
“Really?” asked Michael, “I think they’re more like UFOs.”
“They’re not flying though.” Mike said.
“Who know? Maybe they are.” Michael shut off the camera and sat down on a large rock. He looked up at the sky. “Wow, it’s so sunny out today!” he said.
“Yeah, I know… is there any water around here? It seems like a good day to go swimming- I’m so hot right now!”
“Yes you are!” replied Michael, “but don’t ask me if there’s water, I’m no expert on this place. But it is very hot out; I think I’m dying of heat!”
“I think it would help if you took that jacket off.” Mike laughed.
“Oh, right! I completely forgot I was even wearing a jacket!” Michael took the jacket off and threw it at Mike.
“Hey!” cried Mike, “Don’t bomb me with clothing!”
“Sorry…” Michael said, “Hey, look! A squirrel!”
“Really? Where?”
“Over there, on that rock!” Michael pointed.
“Oh, I see it!”
“It’s so cute! Take a picture of it!”
“You’re the one with the camera, Chislett…”
“That’s a video camera!” Michael said, “Oh, whatever- I’ll take a video.” He turned the camera on. “And this,” he said, “is a squirrel. Hello, Mr. Squirrel! What should its name be, Mike?”
“Bill.” Said Mike.
“Like Bill Beckett?”
“Yeah. It’s Bill’s namesake. Little Bill the squirrel.”
“Hi Bill!” Michael said in a squeaky voice, “I’m Michael Guy Chislett and this is Mike Carden!” He turned the camera off. “It’s so fuzzy, I want to keep it! I should. I should catch it and let Bill meet it.” Michael walked up to the squirrel and tried to pick it up, but it was too quick for him and it ran away.
“No, no, no!” said Mike, “You’re doing it all wrong! You’ve got to sneak up on it. Here- watch the pro.” Mike silently snuck up to where the squirrel was now, and quickly grabbed it. The squirrel bit his arm.
“OW!” Mike screeched. “It bit me!” Michael started laughing. Mike ran back to the rock Michael was sitting on. He showed his band-mate the bite.
“Look at that!” he cried, “It bit me! Ow! I’m bleeding!”
“Wow… that looks pretty bad… are you okay?” Michael looked concerned.
“Yeah, I think I’m okay, but I’m bleeding! Get me a band-aid!”
“I don’t have any band-aids!”
“Well, get me a leaf or anything to stop the bleeding, Chislett!”
Michael picked a leaf off a nearby plant. He rubbed it on his face. “This is soft… is this good?” he asked.
Mike stared at the leaf. “CHISLETT!” he shrieked, “No! That’s poison ivy!”
“It is?” asked Michael.
“YES! Put it down now, you idiot! You’re getting it all over your hands!” Michael shrieked and dropped the leaf.
“Oh no!” he cried, “Am I gonna get poison ivy?”
“I dunno, probably! You rubbed it all over your face! Go wash it off! Go! Now! Find a stream or something and wash it off!” Michael sprinted off to go find water, and Mike continued examining his squirrel bite.
“Ow… why did you have to bite me, Bill?” He whined to himself. A few minutes later, Michael came running back, soaking wet.
“I jumped in a river,” he explained.
“Yeah, I can tell.” Laughed Mike, “Now get over here and help me!”
“What do I do?” Michael asked.
“I don’t know! Give me something to stop the bleeding! And not poison ivy this time!”
Michael handed Mike his jacket. “Use this,” he said.
“I’ll get your jacket all bloody though!”
“I don’t care! Just use the damn thing, okay?”
Mike pressed the cloth on his wound. “Thanks,” he said. He thought for a moment. “Am I gonna get rabies, Michael?”
“Probably,” said Michael.
“Oh no!” screamed Mike. He started screaming and crying.
“Relax, Carden…” said Michael.
“But I’m gonna get rabies!” Mike whined.
“No you’re not! It was kidding!”
“I could, though! What if Bill is rabid?”
“I doubt Bill is rabid, Mike. Trust me, you’ll be fine. Stop worrying- you’ll get yourself all wound up. Now let’s just go back to the campsite and that bite cleaned up.” Mike and Michael walked back to the campsite, where Butcher and Sisky were still in the same place outside and William was busy moping in the tent.
“I still can’t believe Bill bit me!” said Mike, as he put a band-aid on this arm. “I thought he was nice!”
Butcher looked up. “What? Bill bit you!?” He shook his head. “I don’t know what his problem is… I just go have a little talk with that child.” He went into the tent, where William was sitting in a corner eating a sandwich, and stared down at the singer. William looked at him, wondering what he was doing.
“William, William, William…” Butcher sighed.
“What now?” asked William.
“Why did you bite Mike?”
“What are you talking about, Andy Mrotek!?”
“Why did you bite Mike Carden?” The drummer repeated.
“I didn’t bite Mike…” William was confused. “Why would I bite Mike?”
“I dunno, but you did… why? Are you okay, Bill? What’s gotten into you lately?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Butcher!” William said, annoyed. “I did NOT bite anyone!”
“Liar, liar, pants on fire…”
“Stop it, Mrotek!” William cried. “I’m not a liar!
“You lied.”
“No I didn’t! And I didn’t bite Mike either!”
“He said you did…”
“What!?” William threw the rest of his sandwich at Butcher. “Mike Carden, get over here now!” He yelled.
Mike casually strolled into the tent. “What?” he asked.
“Why did you say I bit you? I never…”
“I didn’t say you bit me, I said Bill bit me!”
“Umm, hello… Mike… I am Bill.” William put his head in his hands in confusion.
“Oh, sorry…” Mike laughed. “I said the other Bill bit me, not you!”
“What other Bill?” William asked.
“The squirrel…”
“What squirrel!?”
“A squirrel Michael and I took a video of… we named it Bill…”
“You named a squirrel Bill?” William rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, we named it after you, Billy Beckett!”
“Why did you name a squirrel after William?” Butcher asked.
“Because William’s awesome…” Mike explained.
William smiled, probably for the first time all day. “Thanks, Mike… but did you really get bit by a squirrel?”
“Yeah… me and Chislett were trying to catch it, and it bit me. It hurt.”
Michael, still soaking wet from when he jumped in the river, came into the tent. “Hello, guys…” he said. “I’m just gonna come in here, okay? It’s lonely out there.”
“Sisky’s out there,” said Mike.
“Yeah, but Sisky is in a really bad mood.” Butcher said. “If you have any sense at all, you’d stay away from him.”
“I know,” said Michael, “I tried to talk to him and he yelled at me. Why’s Sisky so mad?”
“Well, William wasn’t very nice to him earlier today,” explained Butcher, “and I think he really upset him.”
“Well you really made me mad with that toothpick comment.” William muttered.
“Sorry, Bill.” Bucher said. “You know I only said that because I was mad at you…”
“I know,” said William. “I only got mad because what you said was so true.”
“What did he say?” Michael asked William.
“He was just making fun of me because I’m a six foot tall toothpick.”
Mike laughed. “That’s mean… but I could certainly see why.” He smiled at William.
“Hey, I only said that cause you were making fun of Sisky’s black eye and telling him he looks mutated, and then insulting his idiotness.” Butcher said.
“His idiotness?” asked Mike, “So now you’re calling him an idiot?”
“We’re all idiots,” said Butcher, “except Michael, maybe.”
“No, I think Michael’s an idiot too.” said Mike. “After he tried to put poison ivy on my squirrel bite… and it was also his idea to catch the squirrel in the first place.
“Whose idea was it to name it after me?” William asked.
“Mike’s,” said Michael, “but I agreed.”
“Well thank you Mike and Michael,” laughed William, “I’m honored. And I’m so happy we’re not fighting anymore, Butcher…”
“Yeah,” Bucher agreed,” but it’s too bad Sisky is still so mad.”
“Try to get him to come in here,” said Michael. “We’re not complete without the whole band…”
“HEY, SISKY!” Mike called to the bassist. “Sisky Business! Come in here!”
“NO WAY!” Sisky replied angrily. “I am NOT going anywhere near that stupid toothpick! He ruins my life!”
“Wow Bill, how mean were you?” asked Mike.
William looked upset. “I don’t know… I can’t believe he got so offended though! I was in a bad mood, so that’s why I mad fun of him… but I feel so bad now!”
“Wait, he’ll probably talk to the rest of us,” said Butcher, “He’s only mad at Bill. If he doesn’t know you’re here, Bill, he’d probably come.”
“Why do we even need him here anyway?” asked William. “If the guy wants to be alone, then let him!”
“Bill, we don’t want him mad at you this whole trip!” said Michael.
“Yeah, but how’s he not going to know I’m here? What are you going to do- hide me or something?”
“Actually, that’s not a bad idea,” said Michael.
“Where are we supposed to hide Bill in a TENT?” asked Mike.
Butcher pointed to a pile of blankets. “Bill, lie down very flat and be very still- we’ll put a blanket over you.” William lay down on the floor of the tent. Butcher put a blanket over him.
“We need more,” he said. “This one doesn’t cover him completely, he’s too tall.” He piled all the blankets over William, then started piling random objects on top of the blankets. “There, that’s good.”
“What are you thinking?” said William, his voice muffled by the blankets. “I’ll suffocate!”
“No you won’t- you’re fine.” Said Michael. “SISKY!” he yelled, “Come in here now! Toothpick Beckett’s not even in here!”
“Hey! You could have at least spared the toothpick comment!” William snapped.
“Sorry Bill…” whispered Michael.
“Really?” Sisky yelled back. “He’s not there? Then I’ll come, I guess…” Sisky reluctantly came into the tent, still hiding his eye with his hand. “What?” he asked.
“Nothing,” said Butcher, “we just wanted you to come in here with us.”
“Oh.” Sisky said. He sat down.
“Adam T. Siska.” Mike said.
“What?”
“Why are you hiding your eye?”
“’Cause I’m ugly…”
“No you’re not… well yeah, the bruise is ugly. But you can stop- we’ve already seen it. It’s not like we’re going to make fun of you or anything…”
Sisky reluctantly took his hand away from his face and grinned awkwardly. “It’s okay,” he said. “You could make fun of me if you want, if it amuses you that much. Just don’t actually try to be mean to me, because I don’t like that.”
Michael looked kind of confused, because what Sisky said didn’t really make much sense. “Sisky looks like a raccoon,” he teased lightheartedly. Sisky crawled up to him and bit him, then hissed and scampered away, giggling.
“Ow! What was that for?” asked Michael.
“I’m a raccoon!” Sisky explained. He then started laughing hysterically and rather creepily.
“So Mike…” said Michael, “you got bitten by a squirrel, and I got bitten by a… siska.” Mike nodded, staring at Sisky. He was kind of freaked out. Sisky was completely spazzing out, lying on his back and laughing maniacally.
“Are you okay, Sisky?” Mike asked him.
“Yes, I am fine… why?” Sisky replied, grinning at Mike. He then began laughing again and muttered something about Pizza Hut, then started repeating the word “sisky” in a weird voice.
“I think there’s something wrong with you, Sisky…” laughed Mike, “You’re…”
Sisky frowned. “There’s nothing wrong with me,” he said, “this is how I’m supposed to be!” He paused for a second, then said, “Sisky Business!” in another odd voice and started laughing maniacally and somewhat evilly with his eyes wide open staring up at nothing. It was very creepy. Mike laughed and patted the crazy little spazz on the head. Sisky was acting very strangely- but at least he was happy again.
“Hey, you guys…” Mike started to say, and then he stopped mid-sentence.
“What?” asked Butcher. “What’s wrong, Mike?”
“Listen- does it sound to you like something’s sneaking around outside our tent?”
“Yeah, it does!” said Michael. “It’s fine- it’s probably just an animal.”
“It sounds like it’s doing something!” said Mike.
“Don’t worry, Mike,” said Butcher, “We’re in the woods. There are lots of nocturnal animals in the woods.” They listened again, and heard something walking around. It sounded like it was going very slowly and sneakily. Sisky started giggling hysterically for no reason again, but he didn’t say a word.
“Sisky, be quiet!” whispered Mike. “We’re trying to…” suddenly, they heard a very loud and ferocious roar that sounded like an angry bear. William, who had been hiding this whole time, was so startled that he screamed loudly and jumped up, revealing himself.
“William, what are you doing here!?” cried Sisky. “I don’t want to see you, Toothpick! I am LEAVING this tent right now!” he started to get up, but Butcher grabbed his arm and stopped him.
“Sisky! NO!” he cried. “Are you crazy? There’s an angry bear out there! If you leave the tent, you’ll get killed! How stupid are you?” Sisky sat down stubbornly and crossed his arms. He made a face at William. The bear roared ferociously again. Sisky shrieked and threw his arms around Butcher, trembling fearfully. William jumped and hid himself under the blankets again. Michael shrank into a corner, breathing heavily in terror, and Mike sat still, petrified. Butcher just tried to breathe as the bassist clung tightly to him in fear. He finally gave up and pushed Sisky away from him and ran to the back of the tent to hide. Sisky, still fearing for his life, dove under the blankets William was under and hid himself behind the singer.
“Hide me, Toothpick!” he whispered. William nodded to Sisky, shaking. The bear roared meanly again. In the middle of one last roar, it cut off and screamed, “FUCK! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
“Did that bear just swear at us!?” asked Mike.
“Yeah, I think it did!” William whispered from his hiding place. He started hugging Sisky in fear. Sisky was trembling uncontrollably, and William could feel the bassist’s heart pounding in terror. (Was Sisky still mad at him? It didn’t seem like he was at the moment, but again, he was probably too terrified to think, let alone be mad at anyone. William hoped their fight was over- he already felt horrible for being so mean. Sisky being mad at him just made him feel worse. Plus, he did not like being referred to as “Toothpick” at all...) Everyone screamed.