“Quick, get down.” Jake and Dean duck under the ski ball game and tuck their legs underneath. Several men in suits with flashlights come running up the boardwalk and stop just outside of the ski ball tent.
“What do you think it is? Another drill?” the first guy starts. “Don’t know, you know the boss,” the other starts. Dean and Jake just look at each other, and then the alarm goes off. “Finally,” the first guy says. Suddenly, their walkies start buzzing. The second guy picks his up, “go ahead. Uh huh. Really, already? Yeah, we’ll get the rope.”
“What is it?” the first guy asks. “Oh, a couple of kids snuck out and were playing the roller coaster tunnel.” The first guys sighs, “man, I thought we weren’t going to have to deal with that stuff till tomorrow.” “Boys will be boys,” the second guy shrugs, “well, not anymore.” The men laugh and walk away from the ski ball tent.
Dean looks out from his hiding place and ducks back in. “Do you think it’s clear?” he whispers. Jake takes a look outside and then gestures for Dean to stand up. “Come on, let’s get back to the bunkhouse.”
Jake and Dean make their ways in what little shadows are left with all the lights on, when they hear a loud commotion from behind them. They both duck back behind a small tent and listen.
The two men from before and walking down the boardwalk while pulling three small donkeys. “Come on, you runts, move it,” the first guy yells. The donkey’s bray and fight a little, but a harsh tug on the rope makes them more compliant. The larger of the three brays out harshly and sadly and pulls back. Jake leans around the tent to get a better look. The donkey looks smaller than most he’s seen, but he notices something very bizarre. Two of the donkeys have socks on their hind legs and one has a shirt on, although it looks like it’s ready to pop off him. The larger one brays again and pulls the second guy stops.
He walk back and pulls the donkey’s head down hard. “You’re not going to be giving me trouble for much longer. Once your mind goes, you’ll be a good little donkey.” The donkeys all bray together. “Oh, what’s wrong. You boys wanted a good time, and you had it, and now you’re gonna work like you were supposed to.”
The men continue to pull the donkeys down the street. “Did you hear that?” Jake gasps, “he said that they were boys.” “No, it can’t be, how is that possible?” Dean stammers. “Did you hear how he talked to them, and they were wearing clothes. I… I think one of those donkeys was Derek!”
“Forget it man, you’re crazy, okay. They were just donkeys that got loose,” Dean tries to convince himself, “we gotta get back before they see we’re missing.