The three furry comrads finished thier ritual shower without interruption. Good clean fun had never been so exhillerating. The Three furball toweled off then Sam when to his locker and retrieved a hair blower.
"Anyone need a blow job" Sam snickered as he turned on the hot air machine and began drying his and his friend's fur. It took about an hour but at last they were dry.
Darren headed for his locker and grabbed his clothes.
"And what do you think you are doing?" Drake wryly asked.
"What do you think? I'm getting dressed."
"Have you forgotten what you, what we look like?"
"We don't wear clothes!" Sam interjected.
"No clothes? But..."
"You have nothing to hide, nothing to be ashamed of, you're perfect."
Darren crossed back to the mirror and stared hard at his furry image. His buddies were right. Nothing was showing but massive amounts hair.
"What the heck. No clothes." He balled up the material in his furry paws and pitched them into the trash. "Well now what?"
"We've got a big day ahead of us tomorrow, what with homecomming and all," Drake replied.
"Yipes, I forgot all about Home comming! I'm suppose to captain the basketball team. I can't play with all this fur."
"You're a wildman now, Sam, not a basketball player. You can get Nick to take over your duties on the team," Drake said with a huge smile.
" I guess so." Sam sighed. "But shouldn't we tell Coach abuot the changes first?"
"He's not going to be happy loosing his star player" Darren added.
"So he looses a player, but look what he gaining! "Drake chorleled snapping his towel at Sam. "All for one"
"And one for all!" the three hairy hunks cried.
The three furry fellows exited the locker room and headed over to the payphone. Sam picked up the reciever and reached his hand towards where his pants pockets would have been. Suddenly he remembered he wasn't wearing pants. "Either of you have 50 cents?" The three of them cracked up. Darren reaced into his gym bag and pulled out some small change and inserted it ito the pay slot. Sam dialed and after a ring Coach was on the other end.
"Hey, Coach, it's me Sam. Can you meet me at the gym in say fifteen minutes. I have small problem that I need you to look at in person."
The call was short. Sam hug up. Coach would be arriving in fiifteen minutes. "I don't think he's going to be in a good mood. I hope he likes what he sees."
"Tell you what, let's practice our moves til he arrives. Darren on my right and you Sam on my left".
They stormed the playing field, shaking and struttting their shaggy selves. The practiced, in tandem, their flips, thair grunts, their mascot moves. It was had to believe they hadn't been rehearsing for months. The were a perfect team.
"All right, Sam, this had better be good" Coach bellowed as he entered the gym. "I don't like being interuped when I'm entertaining a lady friend."
"You'll like this, I hope," Sam uttered under his breath. With that Coach rounded the bleachers and was confronted by the neopolitan (blonde Drake, brunette Darren, and red haired Sam) trio.
"What the...Who the... How?" Coach was practically speachless.
"Surprise!" Drake shouted.
"Drake. Where's sam?
"I'm here," said a voice from the large red hairy man on drake left.
"Great Ceaser's ghost. What's going on here? And who's that massive black beast to your right?"
"Hey, Coach, It's me Darren"
"Darren?... And that red gorilla is Sam?... Somebody had better tell me what's going on or...."
"You now have three wildmen instead of one," Drake started to explain.
"Three? that's impossible."
"Not really. You see Sam and Darren were helping me with my moves for the game tomorrow. It was hot so I made a batch of ice tea. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how you look at it, I accedentally use a special Chineese tea which turns the drinkers into...Wildmen. There isn't a remedy, so we figured why not have three Wildmen representing the School."
"There has never been three wildmen. The tradition ... the Scholarship...there can only be one."
"Traditionally there has only been one guy hairy enough. But we are equilly big and hairy. We could share the scholorship. It wouln'd cost any extra. If one Wildman can generate revenues, team and fan support, and noteriety, just think what three can do."
"I don't know..."
"Look, let us prove ourselves tomorrow at the game. If it doesn't work out you can choose which one of us you want as the official Wildman."
"Okay I'll give you a chance. But I'm warning you. Throw out that tea. I don't want to see fifty wildmen here in the morning."
What next?