The Streaker(s)

"Okay, remember that guy I told you I dated in high school for about... Oh, three days before I dumped him?" Donna asked.

"The creepy lanky boy that was only interested in getting you in his bed?!" Rachel screeched, a look of disgust at the memory. After Donna had told her about it, it took every ounce of her strength not to hunt this "Eddie" down and slap him herself.

"Yeah, that one." Donna replied. "Anyway, he says that our clothes are scattered all around the park in twenty different boxes, and he has security footage of us naked that he'll send to everyone we know if we don't go along with it."

"That's crazy!" Rachel shouted, covering her 34D breasts. "We can't walk around a theme park naked! We'll get arrested if the staff sees us!"

"Oh, it's worse than that." Donna replied, "Eddie told the staff to take our pictures and post them online if we don't find our clothes before the park closes and they kick us out! And they think we paid extra for this!"

"Oh, Snuggle Bug! I'm so sorry!" Rachel said as she hugged Donna, "This is all my fault!"

"Stop calling me that, Mom!" Donna said as she escaped her mother's grip, grabbed her wallet and phone, and began to walk away, covering herself with her hands. "Though, it kinda is your fault, not gonna lie..."

Rachel cringed at that last sentence. What had started as an attempt to reconnect with her daughter, was slowly turning into Donna being driven away even more.

In one of the security offices, Edward sat in the chair as he monitored the screens, smirking evilly as he watched Donna and Rachel scamper into the bushes to try and conceal themselves as they left The Streaker area. While he had made sure to steal and hide only their clothes, he did lie about the staff being in on it.

"I'm good looking. I'm rich. I'm the future owner of the most popular theme park in this state." Edward said as he watched Donna's curvy and jiggling ass. "And yet, when I suggested we sleep together, what did you do? You rejected me like unwanted trash. Well," he cackled, "you are gonna regret the day you -"

"Eddie!"

Edward cleared his throat. "Y-yes, Mom?"

"Just wanted to check on how your training as Security is, Kiddo." Edward's Mother, Wanda Drizzly, said through the door. "I'm gonna be in a board meeting with a few investors before I take my stroll around the park, so I may be a while. All the winners of The Last Ride of The Streaker Contest have all gotten dressed, right?"

"Oh... Everyone has left, Mom." Edward replied with a wicked grin.

"That creep is the owner's son?!" Rachel asked as the mother and daughter duo sneaked through the foliage of the park, nervously looking around as they knew the park was now open to the public. "But Wenda seemed like such a nice woman..."

"She's probably not in on it." Donna said, "Now, can you please make yourself useful for once and look out for any of the boxes?!"

"Well!" Rachel scoffed, feeling both insulted and hurt by her daughter's words. "Maybe if I knew what these boxes look- OW!"

Donna turned around to see her mother hopping up and down on one foot. "Son of a blankity blank blank! Who put their garbage here where -" she looked down to see a small wooden, black and red box with a mechanical lock and a note. "The box! But how do we open it?"

"Um... Yeah." Donna replied. "See, Eddie said that the only way to open the box would be if we did a challenge."

"What challenge?!"

"That I'm... Not..." Donna slowly replied as she picked up the note and opened it, her face going pale. "Oh, hell no!"

"What? What does it say?!" Rachel asked.