We drew from a hat where we’re going to sleep for the night.  Denny drew first and got the dinner table, George got the couch, Salina got the floor and I got the smaller couch.             

            That night, everyone slept soundly.  The next morning, I felt a stabbing pain on my head and my back, not only that, half my face was numb and felt a little wet.  I opened my eyes, I was on the floor, lying on my face drooling.  Not only that, I was in a position where I looked like I wrestled a bear and lost, tangled up like a those stretchy plastic figure.  I untangled myself and went to the washroom to clean up, leaving a puddle of drool onto the floor.

            I quickly washed my face and felt another stabbing pain on my head.  I looked into the mirror.

            “ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” I screamed. 

            Everyone ran toward the washroom door.  Salina pounded on the locked door.

            “Anything wrong? Vanny?????” Salina called out.

            “I’m not coming out!” I cried.

            I felt sore all over. 

            “Did Toshio pay a visit to you??” cried George.

            “NO! SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE!”

            “You can’t hang out in the washroom forever!” Denny said.

            “Shut up and watch me!” I yelled back.

            “I’m sorry if I sound rude, but I need to go.” Jake said, “Nevermind, I’ll go and use the other one.”

            Salina signaled Denny and George to go somewhere else.

            “Alright, everyone’s gone. What happened?”

            I opened the door.

            “Holy shit! That’s a mountain on your forehead!” Salina said.

            “Shut up! I fell off the couch and bonked my head last night it seems!”  I replied.

            “Did it hurt?”

            “I don’t know! I was sleeping! I found out this morning!” I cried, “WAHHHHH! I can prolly scare more people than Samara from The Ring!”

            “Calm down.  We just have to hide it.” Salina replied.

            “But it hurts!”

            “Suck it up.”

            We walked over to Denny’s bag and we took out the toque Denny wore last night.

            “I have to wear?!? No way! Its prolly infected with head lice!” I said.

            “Either that, or you better have a good excuse for Mt. Everest.” Salina said.

            “Shut up!” I took the toque from Salina’s hand and carefully put it on my head. 

            I went back into the washroom and finished off my morning routine.

            When I came out, everyone was already at the breakfast table.  Jake was making pancakes.

            “These pancakes look yummy.  The last time I had pancakes, I thought they were chocolate cookies and I nearly died! Guess who made them?” George said while laughing.

            I loomed over him and smacked him on the back of the head.  He cried.

            “Hey Vanny, looks like you had an accident!” George said pointing to the puddle of drool I left in front of the couch, “Couldn’t make it in time, huh?”

            Everyone dropped to the floor laughing.  Jake stood there, dumbfolded.

            “It wasn’t me! I mean, it was kinda mine! But it’s not pee! I was just… uh… just….” I stumbled.  I couldn’t tell them that I drooled I buckets.  My faced flushed bright red.

            “Was what? PEEEEEEE?” Denny said.

            “It was… was… Salina! I saw her!” I said.

            “WHAT!?!” Salina said as milk flew from her nose.

            “But you said it was kinda yours…” Denny said.

            “Well, uh… Salina was … sleep walking… last night and I tried to experiment by making… pee sound and see if she would respond…. And she did….” I stuttered out.

            “YOU LIAR! WHAT THE HELL!  I DID NOT!” Salina yelled out.

            “You were sleep walking, how would you know!” I said.

            We started yelling back and forth.

            “Because my pants ain’t wet!”

            “Your pants dried!”

            “What!”

            A high pitched whistled sounded.

            “Hold it everyone!” Jake yelled.

            We all frozed.

            “It was me.” Jake said.

            “No it wasn’t!” I said.

            “Yes it was.  I did it.”

            “You peed?” George dumbly asked.

            “No, I spilt water on the floor this morning.” Jake replied.

            “Haha, that explains everything!” Denny said with a laughter.

            Salina and I said nothing.  I looked down.

            “Let’s just sit down and eat, shall we?” Jake asked.

            We all started eating.  After eating, we started cleaning the house as repayment for staying over night.  I started with the puddle of drool.  Jake went up to me and said, “Don’t worry, everyone drools… and I won’t say anything about that bump on the head too!”

            I gasped, “How did you know!?”

            “I’m a light sleeper.  Any noise would wake me up, even though that fall of yours scared the shit outta me!” Jake replied.

            I looked down, embarrassed.

            “Haha, don’t worry! It happens. Listen, I gotta go and make an errand, can you keep your crew under control while I’m gone?”

I nodded.

“Thanks.” Jake walked away.

            Salina was vacuuming the entire house.  She started with Jake’s room.  She picked up Jake’s t-shirt off the floor.

            “How cute, Jake’s habits are bad! He’s so messy.” Salina said as she sniffed the shirt, “Ahhhhh…”

            Denny barged into the room and said, “Has anyone seen my shirt? I left it in there while I was dusting.  It’s white, and the label says XXL..”

            Salina frozed after hearing the words.  She stood still, like a statue.

            “Oh, Salina! You found it. Thanks! Man, today’s hard work.  This shirt was drenched in sweat and I just couldn’t stand it anymore!”  The Shirtless Denny walked off.

            Salina formed a disgusted face, picked up a pillow and screamed.

            “You hear something?” I asked while taking out clean shirts out of the washing machine.

            “Nope.” George answered as I handed him the shirts for him to hang up.

            Denny came into the laundry room.

            “ARGH! God Denny, put your shirt back on!” George yelled.

            “AHHHH MY EYES! THEY BURN!!!!!” I screamed.

            “Sorry guys, but this shirt smells horrible. Wash it for me plz.” Denny said. 

            George took the shirt with his two fingers and threw it at me.  I gagged. 

            “Thanks, you’re loads of help.  I’ll be in the washroom if you need me. I hope you don’t though, cuz I think I ate a little too much this morning, if you know what I mean.”

            “Shut up Denny, God!” George yelled and Denny walked away.

            I threw the shirt into the washing machine and threw extra soap in it and turned it on. 

            “You know, I’ve been wondering for a while.  Why do you have Denny’s toque on? Like, Denny WORE it!” George asked.

            I frozed.

            “I… uh…. got cold…” I replied.

            “Oh really? You have a fever?” George put his hand on my forehead.

            “ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, IT HURTTSSSSSS!!!!!” I screamed in utter pain as I threw George across the room.  George flew and knocked the garbage can down. 

            “What the big deal!” George said. 

            He walked over and took off Denny’s toque.

            “Holy shit. What happened?” He asked.

            “I fell of the couch, ok? I don’t want to talk about it!” I replied.

            “Sorry… but at least wash the toque ok and maybe take those paper balls off it too.” 

            I agreed and pulled off the paper balls and soaked the toque in alcohol, blowdryed it and threw it back on my head within half an hour.  By that time, Denny’s shirt was in the dryer.  When it was done, Denny came back.

            “Welcome back.  Your shirt’s done,” George said, “Hurry up and get it on!”

            Denny took the shirt and put it on. 

            “Guys, I’m sorry, but I left a floater.” Denny said looking down.

            “What the fuck does that mean?” George asked.

            “I flooded….. the toilet….” Denny replied.

            “WHAT! That must have been some dump! And what do you want us to do about it?!” I said.

            “Unclog and clean up? Please, I really can’t handle this myself and Jake will really get mad… Please? I’ll do anything!” Denny begged.

            “Anything eh… alright, we’ll do it.” George replied.

            “What! NO MATTER WHAT YOU PAY ME, I WILL NOT DO THAT SHIT!” I exclaimed.

            “Just do it.  It’ll benefit us somehow and plus, Jake will get mad.  I’ll really feel bad.  Do you want Jake to handle this?” George said.

            I shook my head.

            We solemnly walked towards the washroom.  We got there.

“Oh my fuckin god! He left a floater! Somebody flush it down!” George screamed.

But we both knew it was impossible.  It was worse than we feared.  Brown water was spewing out of the toilet as brown hand prints were over the walls showing attempts to stop the overflow.  The formerly white washroom has become somewhat like a wasteland and the stench was putrid.  No one can imagine such a situation.  George started to throw up, I joined him shortly after.

            “Where’s *barf* Salina? We’re gonna need her too.” I said.

            I ran upstairs to get her.