Thread:Thunderbird1InternationalRescue/@comment-25600892-20170207010622/@comment-25372003-20170210022901

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Pete then spotted Lana playing in the sand pit next to the roundhouse.

"Ah," thought Pete, "A perfect target."

Pete then slipped on a scary clown mask and slowly snuck up on Lana.

"Boo," yelled Pete.

Poor Lana was so scared by the mask that her eyes started to fill up.

"Uh-oh," thought Pete.

Pete then took the mask off and tried putting on a funny face.

"No no no," said Pete, "don't cry!"

But it was no use. Lana burst into tears anyway.

"Please don't cry," said Pete, "it's just a mask!"

Mark, who was splitting logs for campfire wood, heard Lana crying and rushed to the scene.

"Oh, fudge," said Pete.

Pete then took off like a rocket just as Mark was arriving.

"What happened, kid," Mark asked as he picked Lana up.

Lana pointed to the mask Pete had dropped while she cried into Mark's shoulder. Mark picked the mask up and examined it.

"I think I know where this came from," MArk thought to himself.

Then, Mark turned his attention to Lana.

"How about a snack," asked Mark.

Lana sniffled and nodded.

"OK," said Mark, "let's get you some cookies and milk."

Mark carried Lana inside, where he got her a plate of chocolate chip cookies and a glass of cold milk. While Lana had her snack, Mark turned the TV on to Archie's Funhouse to help clear Lana's mind off of what just happened.

"Thanks, Mister Mark," said Lana.

"No problem, kid," said Mark, "though I like to just be called Mark."

"OK," said Lana, "and I'm Lana."

"Oh yeah," said MArk, "Butch has told me about you. You're the one who helped clear that caribou heard off the track on the way to the North Pole, right?"

"Yup," said Lana.