Chapter 8

Chapter 8

"Hey, its snowing," Kyle said as he looked out the window from his sleeping bag after finally awaking. Indeed, there was a gentle, early-afternoon snowfall outside. It created the perfectly quiet and peaceful situation as Joey and Denny were already up, leaving Kyle alone in the room.

Realizing that he was Kyle Busch and quiet and peaceful just ain't his style, he decided it was time to get up himself.

Climbing up out of his bag, Kyle winced from his, ahem, injuries sustained during the fight with the squirrel. He then limped out of the bedroom and down the stairs. When he came around the corner, he saw Denny and Joey sitting at the table. Their faces were as white as the snow.

"Guys, whats wrong?" Kyle asked. His teammates merely looked at him. "What? Did the squirrel mess me up?! Whats wrong?!" he asked, his panic growing. "The...snow..." Denny stammered. "Yeah I saw it, its pretty," Kyle replied.

"No, Kyle," said Joey. "Take a look."

"Uh, okay," Kyle said. He walked over to the door. "NO, DON'T!" Joey and Denny cried at once as he turned the doorknob, pulled the door open, and was toppled by the snow that poured into the house. Denny and Joey sprang over and pulled Kyle out from under the snowpile and kicked the offending white stuff out of the way of the door before slamming it back shut.

"We're snowed in!" Denny cried, throwing his arms up. "I TRIED TO TELL YOU GUYS!" Joey cried even louder. "Tried to tell us what?" Denny shot back as he and Joey squared off, oblivious to the soaked, freezing Kyle on the floor next to them. "That we should check the weather to make sure we didn't get snowed in! But NO! You two playboys had to watch those girls in the bikinis bouncing around!"

"J-j-j-joey, thi-thi-this-s-s-s is n-n-n-no t-ti-ti-time for I t-t-t-to-told you s-s-s-sos."

Denny and Joey looked down at their teammate, shivering violently. "We gotta get him to a warmer spot," Denny said. "Help me pick him up." Denny grabbed Kyle's legs and lifted him up while Joey grabbed Kyle's upper body and likewise lifted...only to immediately drop him. "UGH!" Kyle cried out as his head conked the floor. "WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!" Denny shouted. "He's all squishy!" Joey cried. "Pick him up before I throw you out the window and tell Tom a bear got you."

Joey did as he was told and he and Denny carried Kyle over to the table, where they had been sitting near a portable heater. They gently put Kyle down. "We need to get those wet PJ's off him," Denny said. "Well okay," Joey replied. "Take 'em off him." "Uh...no Joey, you take 'em off." "I'm not stripping Kyle! Thats just wrong!"

"Oh f-f-f-f-f-forg-forge-forget it!" Kyle spat as he tried to undress himself. "Here, I'll get his clothes," Denny said, running upstairs. "I'll help!" Joey shouted, following.

Moments later, after Joey had fainted from the sight of his teammate in the buff, Kyle was back into his regular clothes and gradually warming up. His shivering no longer quite as violent, he was able to converse.

"What are we gonna do?" he asked. "I dunno," Denny replied. "There's no electricity, this is our only heat supply," he said, gesturing to the small heater. "All I ask," Joey said, hands on his head as he tried to get the glaring image of Kyle in all his...erm...glory out of his head, "is that if I die, you guys don't eat me." "Joey there's nothing TO eat," Denny rolled his eyes. "We aren't dogs, we don't gnaw on bones. Do we Kyle?"

Kyle responded but Denny didn't notice. He was busy paying attention to Kyle's frame, which had gradually increased since he began his sponsorship deal with Mars.

Denny looked over at Joey. "But if HE croaks," he said, pointing at Kyle, "its gonna be feeding time." "Thanks a LOT, Denny," Kyle grunted. "Eww, I'm not eating Kyle!" Joey cried once again. "Thats just-" "WE KNOW! WE KNOW. That's just wrong!" Denny and Kyle shouted in unison, interrupting what had been Joey's trademark line of this trip.

The trio sat in silence, looking at each other. "I guess this is when having Joe as a team owner'll come in handy," Denny said. "We better start prayin'."