Davy, Olivia, Connie, and Steve sat huddled behind a bush. It was the same bush they hid behind when they formulated their last plan against the Iron League of Reference Humor.
Davy looked up at the night sky. The moon looked exactly like it did in Davy’s head. He didn’t know how his mind would have been able to predict what the moon would look like tonight, but he had more important things to think about at the moment.
He looked through the bushes at the campground. There was no sign of the Iron League. There was only the tent. Davy pulled out his phone and checked the time. It was 3:37. He breathed a sigh of relief as he put the phone back in his pocket.
The plan was going well so far. The Iron League was likely asleep within the tent. Davy looked at the tent again, and felt uneasy about the strange light shining through the translucent canvas.
Olivia nudged Davy with her elbow. “You said you met a penguin-dad in your mind,” she whispered. “Was it Gary von Jackolantern?”
Davy nodded. “Yeah,” he answered. “He also wanted me to tell you hi for him.”
Olivia’s eyes went wide. “Cooooool,” she whispered excitedly.
Steve nudged Davy with his elbow rom the other side. “I might be having second thoughts about his, guys,” he whispered. “That tent isn’t that big. How are we going to sneak around in there without drawing any attention?”
Davy thought about this, but Connie interrupted his train of thought.
“This looks like their secret base, right?” she said. “I kind of get the feeling that with their crazy reference powers and whatnot, that we’re probably working with one of those bigger-on than-inside-than-it-looks kind of deals. If it doesn’t end up looking like a massive labyrinth in there, I’ll buy all of you guys lunch tomorrow.”
Steve was quick to reply. “Okay. First, I’m never one to turn down a free lunch, but you just brought me to my second question. This is their secret base. We know what kind of wacky surprise powers they can pull out of a hat when they’re outside the tent. How do we know the whole inside won’t be like that? We have no idea what will be greeting us when we walk inside.”
“Hopefully some kind of massive labyrinth,” Connie added with a sly grin.
Davy had to agree with Steve. He had no earthly knowledge of what would be on the other side of that entrance flap. But he knew this is what he had to do. If that mind therapy was going to have any purpose at all, he needed to follow through.
“I get it, Steve,” he said. “But I think I’m still supposed to go in there. I really don’t have a problem if you want to hang back.”
“Are you kidding?” Steve replied, almost shouting. “What if there’s something really cool in there? I don’t want to miss out on anything. If you’re going, then I’m going.”
“Yeah, I’m with you all the way,” Olivia added.
“Me too,” chimed Connie. “This has all been way too interesting to pass up.”
Davy was not expecting the sudden show of support. Being looked up to was still something Davy was not used to.
“Okay,” he said. “Follow me.”
The four of them got on their feet and quietly made their way to tent. Davy heard a low humming sound as they got closer. When they reached the entrance flap, Davy felt another nudge from Steve.
“Hey, look at this,” Steve whispered to him.
Davy saw Steve pointing to a tag attached to the tent there was text printed on it. Davy read over it closely.
Imagination Tent by Grumble Industries Incorporated
If You Can Dream It, Why Not Put It in a Tent?
“Of course,” Davy mumbled sarcastically. Davy figured they were going to deal with the Grumblegator at probably every turn from now on before this was all over.
The four of them looked at the entrance to the tent.
“All right, bring it in!” whispered Olivia. She turned towards the others and held her arm out in front of her, her palm facing down.
“What?” Davy asked, confused.
“Oh, I was thinking we could do that thing where we put our hand on top of each other, say ‘Go Team!’ or something then lift our hands up at the same time.”
“Uh, sure,” Davy answered. He put his hand on top of Olivia’s. Connie and Steve followed suit.
“Okay, on three,” Olivia began.
“Wait,” Steve interjected. “What are we saying? Are we just doing ‘Go Team’?”
“I guess so,” Connie answered. She looked at Olivia. “Did you have something else you wanted?”
“I really didn’t think that far ahead,” Olivia replied. “‘Go Team’ works for me.”
“Okay, let’s do it then,” Steve said. Olivia counted to three and he four of them said the agreed-upon phrase.
Steve felt a rush of relief. “Wow, I was feeling kind of antsy about going into this tent just a second ago, but that actually made me feel a lot better. Maybe we are a team, guys.”
“That’s the power of positive feeling,” Olivia gloated. She gave Davy another nudge and whispered, “Let’s get in there.”
“You got it,” Davy replied. He slowly unzipped the tent flap. Once it was open, the four of them stepped inside.