Crime is a bad thing...especially for the victim!

You see a large shadow over you, and suddenly are wide awake. It seems to be whispering to itself. The other girls are still snoring, and the shadow doesn't seem to know you're awake. You fumble out, find a lamp, and switch it on.

It turns out the shadow was a bunch of boys standing around the room, a few of them you recognize, but they aren't from your gang. A few yelp in suprise at the light suddenly being turned in the midst of their intrusion, stirring a few more girls. A girl opens her eyes, sees the many boys, and screams. Suddenly, all is chaos. You have no idea what happens for a few minutes, only catching much female screaming and just as many male sounds of suprise. After a few moments, a loud voice rings out.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?"

It's Amy's father, pointing a menacing shotgun towards the crowd of suprised boys.

"Daddy, they broke into our house!" wailed Amy.

"Well, boys," he muttered, "You're in fer it now! Honey? Go call the police!" His wife, who has just emerged behind him looking pale as a ghost, turns to go back downstairs.

"Wait!" shouts one of the boys. "The elk must be arrowed!"

Suddenly, half of them draw pistols, the hammers clicking into position as they clear their hiding places. In a single deafening blast...

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