"Were going to Camp Crystal Lake everybody!" The father screamed to the six children and his blond short head wife in the front seat.

"Oh yay!" Cindy the youngest of the females yipped. For she was the youngest and her exision was rarely reconciled.

They drove for hours singing car songs with theyre tone deafening hollars. They were all exieted much about the desitation. Peter and Bobby jumbled in delight as Cindy burshed Marcias lady locks of barbie blond hairs. Cindy secrley witched she could have Mashras hair, but she knew that this was of only fairy taling wishes that couldnt even conspire. She sighed in her internal flawed disposition ad she concluded her burshing. Tears in her small eyballs as she did much, so. Greg was planning the gameboy he had bringing with his possesion, he played mario kart but he was bad because he lacked such cordinates. Frustrated by such conspiracies, he trew the gmae boy at Maricas nose.

"Oh my nose!" she winnyed like a chicken would, Peter clamored on his back at such an ordealish event.

"Peter stop being of such nosense.!" Jan termated. She was rollding in the trunk like a babbling flock of potato dishes in a fat mans stomach hole. She coulndnt graspt any comfort in her postulate sitting home. Bobby rolled over adn pnuche her in the small insetense because Jan is a horridable abandonation whos pretense should never had exploited such fruits of labor.

"Bobby, do not wound you sistesr soul for hse is already of much violet tenacitys." Mike, the father, boiled.

"Gee wiz, I never saw it that way before." Blobby stumpled. He had much prolbems seeing evetations in the way of his father figurine. For he was not abolecsense of yet, only a boy of seven, he ponderled such extradient events in a colcluding mannerism. Such thoughs untterupted by massive hiccups of elder brother Greg, who hand grumbled down a masive Dr. Coke. Bobby fumigated with such a degestion toward his nonchalting brother who burped unforgetingly.

"Okay gang let us become behaving of our selfs now kids." Chickled Carol, the mother of half the childrens. She was blond as such the rest of the girl childrens was.

"okay mother!" the trio of afemminated siblings cried out.

THe Bardny Bunch then begging to sing We are Family in the car drive all the way to the camp grounding arenas. It was a six hours drive of snings and the sky opening had darkned.

'oh we much beter begin our slumbering conspicuities childs. for we do not want our convivality to tretchorize such a mangimanous occasions." Mother said to the little childs.

'OK mom" they all chanted in a blumbering listlessness.

They all flyed into their cabinating arenas and began sleep activations such liek pickled yams wood under a rost of open chamberling, such a observtaination somtimes, are it not?

Butt liter did they aknowlege the murdous Jason Vorhess skulking in the cmaps ground...