TOGETHER STRONG | JUMANJI • ALEX VREEKE | ON HOLD

Seven

"WHAT ARE WE SUPPOSED TO BE DOING?" Fridge questioned.

"Looking for the missing piece," Rae answered, and the group of five walked into the bazaar, passing by people who were buying and selling items.

"So do we just start asking for it?" Fridge asked.

"No, I just think we should look around, scope this place out, but most importantly, be discreet," Spencer suggested.

"Rations! Get your Rations!" A local clerk called out, holding a round food item.

"Does anyone have any, like, money? I'm literally starving." Bethany cut in front f everyone along with Martha to get to the clerk's booth.

"Rations! Get your Rations!" The clerk called out again.

"Guys, I think the game is telling us to keep our health up." Spencer guessed. "We need to eat." He smoldered.

"Okay, you need to stop doing that." Fridge complained.

"This is so good. I haven't had bread since I was like, nine." Bethany bit into the bread once again.

"Are you serious?" Martha questioned.

"How do you think I got these abs?" Bethany smiled, and Rae looked her up and down.

"Let me try some of that." Fridge walked over to the girls, with Rae behind him. Bethany handed him the bread, and he took a bite out of it. "Wait, what...what is this?"

"That's my famous pound cake." The clerk explained.

"Cake?" The girls exclaimed.

"Bethany, you said that this was bread." Fridge pointed out the pastry in his hands.

"I guess it's been so long I've forgotten what it tastes like," Bethany spoke.

"How do you forget what...what's happening, something happening to me?" Fridge panicked and turned towards Martha and Rae.

"No."

"Am I, am I shaking?"

"No."

"Am I breaking out?"

"No."

"Am I still black?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Okay, right? We're fine. Everything is fine. Yeah, no, no, no, it's okay." Fridge made his way back over to Spencer. "It probably meant that I love cake. Just like how that Seaplane person is Rae's weakness, it's probably the same for me but with cake. That I couldn't resist it. Yeah. Hey, it's all good-" Fridge said, before he exploded, making dust fly everywhere, and scaring the other merchants.

"Holy shit!" Rae ducked her head into her arms and jacket so her face wouldn't be hit with any dust or debris.

There was a chime from the sky, and Fridge came falling through the roof, crashing into the table below him.

"Ow! What the hell?" Fridge was stuck under a shelf, which Spencer easily picked up.

"Like I said, important to be discreet," Spencer spoke.

"Hey, you also said eat." Fridge pointed out.

"Rations! Get you-"

"You better shut your ass up!" Fridge threatened the merchant, to who flinched and walked away.

"Dr. Bravestone. Thank goodness you're here. Jumanji needs you." A little boy walked up to Spencer.

"Thanks. Good to be here."