Sam and Colby: The Amusement Park

•Chapter Fourteen •

"WHAT'S UP GUYS," Colby yelled, throwing his hands up in the air to make finger guns. "It's Sam and Colby!"

Andi smiled from her place a few feet off-screen. Their trip was finally beginning.

After the owners had unlocked the gate, Colby pulled the car into the park's entrance and they prepared for the tour that the couple had promised. The owners were currently locking up the gate behind the group, so the five of them decided to film the intro for the video. And in true Sam and Colby fashion, they were filming next to the creepiest statue Andi had ever seen.

"And today we're in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere to do another haunted series," Sam said, copying Colby's finger guns. "We saw how much you guys liked the Stanley Hotel videos, so we decided to kill two birds with one stone and make another series at a location that we've been wanting to go to for years."

"And when we say years guys, we mean since we were just stupid high school kids in Kansas," Colby said to the camera.

"Right," Sam nodded. "And since we've been waiting that long, we figured why not bring the whole gang?"

"Yeah so this is our special guest for this series," Colby joked, holding his hands up to showcase the extremely creepy statue of the park's mascot that sat in between them. "His name is Willy, and while he may look scary, he is quite the lady charmer. So if any of you lovely gals are single out there, hit him up."

"Or guys," Sam added. "We don't discriminate here."

"Brother," Jake said, popping his head into the shot from his place off-screen. "Is this your way of saying the trap boys are breaking up?"

"What, no," Sam said, quickly stepping away from the statue. "We didn't even say anything? You guys are going crazy."

"Really?" Corey asked, popping his head into the shot from the other side, where he and Andi were hiding. "Because it sounded to me like you guys are replacing us with Wee-Wee over here."

"Brother, are you going crazy?" Colby said, looking at the sky as if he were hiding something. "Are you on the pot?"

"Are the ghosts whispering lies to you already?" Sam asked.

"Wait," Jake said, turning his head around quickly as if he had heard something. "Do you guys hear that?"

"What?" Sam said, turning in the same direction.

Jake stood still for a moment before the rest of them heard a squeaky fart, and the red-haired boy turned around in shock. "What was that, brother?"

"Man," Colby said, pulling his shirt over his nose. "These ghosts smell like ass."

The four boys laughed, Andi covering her mouth to silence her giggles, as she was supposed to remain hidden until they introduced her.

"Anyways guys," Sam said, looking back at the camera. "We're here with Jake and Corey again, because you guys seem to like the four of us, and we practically live together, so Jake would have attacked us if we had filmed without him."

Jake ran the few steps up to the camera and got so close that his nose was pressed against the lens, leaving a dirty mark that Sam was sure to complain about later. "You can never escape big Daddy Jake. I'm like dementia. Once you get me, you can never cure the chaos that I cause."

"Dawg," Corey said, also stepping fully into the frame to stand behind Sam. "My grandpa has dementia."

"Wait, really?" Jake asked, turning towards him.

"Nah," Corey laughed. "I'm just fucking with you."

"Good," Jake laughed, turning towards Colby. "I was about to get canceled by the little people trapped inside the camera."