Prinxiety and Logicality

Borders (Logicality)

"Patton!" He shouted as he walked out, "Stop screeching, that voice is like nails on my eyeballs!"

The four teenagers looked at each other worridely.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I interrupt your precious crossword puzzle?" Patton asked with a sarcastic tone, Logan glaring at him.

"Oh, here's a hint." Patton pulled the crossword puzzle closer to himself and pointed at the paper as he spoke, "Twelve across is infinitesimal."

"That was one time!" Logan defended, and Patton rolled his eyes.

"Besides, I may have misinterpreted what the word meant, but at least I can be funny, while you're about as funny as a beaver with a toothache." He muttered. "Excuse you! My jokes are hilarious."

"Sorry to interrupt your delightful... banter," Janus interrupted before the two could continue, "But could you give us directions on how to get to Camp Kikiwaka?"

"Oh, sure." Logan walked over and stood next to Janus, pointing down the path, "You need to take a left at the brook, walk ahead until you get to a patch of daisies, turn right once you get there, and then go straight ahead. You should find a dirt road. Simply follow that and you should be at your camp."

"Nothing is simple with you." Patton muttered from his spot standing by his booth. Logan glared over at him but calmly walked back to his own booth.

The four went to cross back over but quickly got stopped, "Woah, woah, woah, I can't let you back into the United States without proper identification."

"But we were just on a hike... we don't have an ID." Virgil responded.

"Well I suppose you're stuck in Canada." Logan said with a shrug, "With him." He added, pointing over at Patton, who narrowed his eyes just slightly at him.

"Well shit." Remus muttered as he flopped onto the ground.

~

It had been about twenty minutes and after Roman had attempted to bribe Logan into letting them back into the United States, the four were all sitting on the ground between the crossing rails of the two booths.

Then Janus heard something.

"What's that?" He asked, looking around. "Oh, it's Flappy. My bird friend I just found." Remus said, holding up his cupped hands and showing off a small, yellow and brown bird in his hand.

"Wait a moon pie, that's a Canada Warbler!" Patton said as he walked over, carefully taking Remus' "bird friend" and letting observing it, wanting to make sure he was correct.

He was.

"They're a protected species here in Canada." He explained before letting the bird fly off, "Wait.. were you trying to smuggle him outta the country?"

"No, I just wanted to take him home with me." Remus stated and both Janus and Virgil face palmed.

"You sir, are in big trouble with the Canadian government." Patton said and began walking over to his booth again, "Sorry." He added quietly.

"Wait a second," Logan began as he walked over, "They're already in big trouble with the U.S."

"And may I add, a country with real sports, not "ice sweeping"." He added, turning to look at Patton.

Patton gasped before speaking, "How dare you! Curling is a frozen water ballet!"

"It's people in puffy jackets doing housework!" Logan countered.

Patton sighed and turned to the teens, "C'mon, kiddos." He began walking and so did the teens.

"Don't move an inch." Logan told them, following Patton.