The Ant Hill (Stranahan Elementary)
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Date(s) - 10/31/2024
5:30 am - 6:15 am
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Stranahan Elementary
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Bootcamp Style Beatdown enjoying everything nature has to offer. This site offers a Playground for pull-ups, a large field full of …you guessed it…ant hills, and secret access into one of our best Metroparks.
It was Halloween morning, and the AO looked like a scene from a horror movie. The moon was full, the wind howled, and the decorations were enough to make even the bravest soul shiver. But this wasn’t just any group of trick-or-treaters; this was an unlikely ensemble of characters: Mayor, Beaker, Scrooge, Pixar, Tupac, Tucky, Yeast and QIC – Mailman.
Mailman explained that each station/house has two exercises/candy at them and we would do the movement as a group and proceed to the next house.
As they approached the first house, Mayor raised his candy bucket. “Let’s get this party started!” He rang the doorbell, and they all stood with eager anticipation. The door creaked open, revealing a grumpy old lady who yelled, “Get off my lawn!” and hurled a handful of stale candy corn at them.
“Onward!” shouted Beaker, who was exciting to see all the houses. They sprinted to the next house.
Scrooge, who despises music and warm ups, grumbled, “Back in my day, we didn’t have to run for candy!” He barely finished his sentence when a squad car turned the corner, lights flashing.
“Uh-oh!” exclaimed Mailman, dressed in his sleeveless Belichick sweatshirt. “We’re being chased! Drop and do 20 supermans on your own!”
“Run for it!” Yeast shouted, leading the charge as he zigged and zagged around the route. Pixar, Mayor, and Mailman dashed across lawns, each yard decorated with skeletons and witches. Tucky rolled along, puffing up with excitement, as he did not have to lead the beatdown.
They ducked into the next house’s yard, where a 1 minute wall sit lay before them. “This way!” said Tupac, who promptly got lost in a pile of leaves. Beaker tripped, and Scrooge barely managed to catch him, muttering about the state of the youth.
As they sat on the wall, the sound of sirens grew louder from a distant ambulance. “I knew we shouldn’t have stolen candy from that witch!” yelled Mayor, showing of his physique from Rim to Rim.
In a moment of sheer desperation, they all ducked behind a large inflatable ghost, hoping the cops wouldn’t notice them. But the inflatable ghost had other plans. It tipped over, sending them all tumbling out.
“Split up!” Tupac shouted, and they scattered in all directions, running from house to house.
Mayor found himself at a house with no lights on. “Trick or treat?” he called out, but the only response was a barking dog.
Meanwhile, Beaker and Yeast ended up at the same door, both panting heavily. “Meep meep!” Beaker said, trying to signal for candy.
The door opened to reveal a startled teenager. “Uh, you guys aren’t supposed to be here…”
Before they could explain, a spotlight lit up the yard. “There they are!” It was the cops, pointing directly at them!
“Run!” shouted Scrooge, who was now completely invested in their escape. They dashed through another yard, nearly crashing into a family handing out candy, who cheered for their dedication to Halloween.
The chase continued, with the crew weaving through backyards and dodging garden gnomes. Mailman, ever resourceful, grabbed a handful of mail from a nearby mailbox and threw it at the cops, hoping to confuse them. “Take that!”
“Now’s our chance!” yelled Mayor as they spotted a van parked with its door wide open. “Get in!”
They all piled in, breathless and wild-eyed. The van’s driver turned out to be a friendly neighbor who had been watching the chaos unfold. “You kids want a ride?”
“Yes, please!” they all shouted, collapsing in a heap.
As they sped off into the night, the sirens faded, and laughter erupted in the van. Scrooge, now slightly more cheerful, grinned. “I suppose this Halloween wasn’t so bad after all.”
Tupac leaned back, a smile on his face. “it’s like licking my back.” The rest of the crew gagged in disgust.
And with that, the misfit crew rode off into the moonlit night, already planning their next escapade—this time, 2nd F.
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