Kits these days…

As Grace was dunking Rachel in the water and Heather did a dead man’s float, Skye saw the group of raccoons. “Aww, look at those little critters. And they have little kits, how adorable. But what do they have in their mouths?” Taking a step closer, she nodded her head in understanding. “Oh, it’s a bikini, that’s what.” Skye was about to dip again, before she rapidly turned her head. “A BIKINI?!”

Heather shot up and Grace stopped pulling Rachel under. “Let go of my bikini, you vermin!” Yelled Grace, as the girls slowly ran towards the raccoons. This in turn scared the animals, who ran for the hills with the clothes in their jaws.

“Get back here!” Shouted Heather, as the raccoons disappeared in the thicket.

“Great, I just bought those.” Grace turned her head to Heather. “Any other bright ideas?”

“Hey, how was I supposed to know that a bunch of raccoons would steal our clothes?”

“Guys, this isn’t solving anything!” Rachel interjected. “How about we go back to the cabin, get dressed, and enjoy the rest of our vacation?”

“Yeah, about that…” Skye couldn’t face the others. “The keys were kinda, sorta… in my pockets.”

“WHAT?!” Yelled everyone. Rachel grabbed Skye’s shoulders tightly, her lip slightly trembling. “Then how are we gonna back inside?”

“Take a deep breath, Rach.” Skye slowly removed Rachel’s hands. “We’ll go back to the cabin, see if there’s a way back inside.”

“I can already tell that there isn’t!” Interjected Grace. “Here’s the plan; we hunt down the little buggers, get our clothes back, and turn those beasts into Davy Crockett hats.”

“No way!” Said Heather. “Those raccoons are long gone. Look, I think there was another cabin a few miles from here. I say we ask for help there.”