Disclaimer: With great power comes great responsibility, and I'm nothing if not irresponsible. Therefore, I can't own anything.

A/N: I never really intended to do anything more with this story, but I was looking at my stats and reviews again and was kind of surprised. Apparently people like what I write for some reason. Go figure. Sooooo, this goes out to the three people who decided to put a story alert on a oneshot marked complete. May your email accounts be filled with happiness. So without further ado, I give you Trivia, the SEQUEL dazzle dazzle dazzle

The next morning, Don and Charlie were packing up their stuff and cleaning up the campsite, when Don spoke up.

"You know, I don't ever recall falling asleep last night, but I'm pretty sure you had something to do with it."

Charlie looked appropriately guilty.

"I don't know why you're acting like it's a bad thing to get sleep, Don."

"I'm not saying it's a bad thing, I just wanna know how you did it."

"You mean you don't remember, I serenaded you to sleep."

The only response to that Charlie got was a well-aimed rolled up pair of dirty socks to the face. He started.

"Eww, Dude! That's gross."

"Chill out, they're just socks."

"Yeah, dirty socks."

"Aaaand?"

"Fine, but I'm blaming you if I get athlete's foot on my face."

"You're the only person I know that would even think of that, and I wouldn't put it past you to get athlete's foot on your face either."

"What do you mean you wouldn't put it past me? It's not like I rub my face in dirty socks!"

Charlie was sitting on the ground stuffing things into his pack. Don quietly took off his shoes and walked up to Charlie…

"Fooooooot!"

…and rubbed his foot on his brother's face.

"Oh my god! Eww! STOP!"

"Never! Foooooot!"

Charlie scrambled away.

"Put that thing away!"

Don put his shoes back on and calmly finished packing.

The brothers were finally on the road, driving back home. It was pretty quiet until…

"Fooooot."

"Shut up."

"Fooooooooot!"

"You know what, just for that, I'm telling everybody at the office that you're afraid of hands."

"You wouldn't!"

"Oh, I would."

"Seriously, dude…don't."

"How much is it worth to you for me to keep my mouth shut?"

"Anything."

"Okay………….."

THE END

A/N: I'm leaving it open-ended. You can either use your imagination, or if enough people ask politely, I'll do a third part. Please review!!!!! And the fear of hands thing, my best friend is actually afraid of hands. I think it's hilarious.