In-Tents Smell

"Fine! I'll use the stupid wipes!" Meghan snapped as she practically ripped them out of Rob's hands. The naked and muddy woman crawled into her tent where the bags that held the rest of her clothes were as she zipped it up, muttering every curse word she could imagine.

Outside the tent, Rob, Chuck, and Zoey waited as they looked at one another. Maybe bringing Meghan on their two day camping trip was a bad idea.

"Zoey!" Meghan shouted angrily from the tent. "Why the hell did you bring your stupid cats along?! Their sleeping and getting fur all over my stuff!"

"I would never bring Mr. Snuggles camping, Meghan." Zoey replied, "And I only have one cat."

"Well, I'm seeing ten in here! And three of them are hissing at me!"

"Uh... Meg? What do these cats look like?" Rob asked cautiously, having a good idea of what was in Meghan's tent.

"They're all black with white stripes running down their backs!" Meghan replied. Half a second later, her voice became more confused as she asked, "And now they're lifting their tails up at me. Why are they doing that?"

"Okay, Meghan! You need to get out of there right now!" Zoey exclaimed, "Those aren't cats, they're -"

*HISSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!*

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"... Skunks." Zoey finished lamely.

The three backed away as they saw the tent violently shake back and forth, Meghan's screams and gagging mixing with the chorus of hissing and chittering as the woman inside fumbled around with the entrance to the tent. After almost three minutes, Meghan finally found the zipper and unzipped the tent, allowing the skunks to race out of the tent and into the forest.

"Ugh..."

The trio looked over to the tent again as Meghan, muddy and soaked in skunk musk, crawled out of the smelly tent and stood up, glaring at her three friends.

"I hope you three have good paying jobs, because you three are paying for my dry cleaning!" Meghan snarled. "Those... Things sprayed me, my clothes, the tent; everything stinks!"

"We can see that..." Chuck commented, holding his nose.

"Oh, you think you're funny, don't you?!" Meghan barked as she stomped towards Chuck.

"Okay! Take it easy!" Zoey said, stopping a fight from starting. "I have some bars of soap in my bag, Meghan. You can go down to the lake and scrub yourself clean while we burn your tent and clothes. If the smell continues to linger, one of us will go out to the nearest store and buy some tomato juice. Does that sound like a plan?"

"Fine! Whatever! Just as long as I get rid of the mud and the -" Meghan's tirade came to a stop as a certain detail of what Zoey had said finally registered in her head. "I... I'm sorry. Did you just say you were going to burn my clothes?"