'A Bully Encounter'

'Scouts ready?', asked Maurice as he stood outside a scout hut, wearing a cub scout uniform, made up of a brown shirt, brown shorts, small white Velcro shoes, black socks and a red neckerchief. 
The cat was soon joined by his friends. Pete the bear who was wearing the same uniform, only he wore green socks and black shoes with laces, Ben the fox who was wearing the same as Maurice, only he was wearing a blue neckerchief and finally Gregory the squirrel who wore the same as Ben, but only he had green shoes with laces and blue socks on.
'READY!', they cried in unison.
'OK then. Let's go!', cried Maurice, as he led his troupe of friends into the forest. He was first, followed by Ben, then Pete and Gregory at the rear.
The troupe had walked for a few minutes without uttering a word, when all of a sudden Maurice stepped onto a well hidden whoopie cushion covered in mud and leaves. Not only did it make the usual noise when it was steeped on, but a huge stink filled the air, as a nasty smelling gas was released into the immediate air for the boys to breath in. After they began coughing and spluttering, they ran away from the stink.
'Poooh weee! Are you fellas all right?', asked Maurice.
'I think so?', coughed Ben.
'Yeah I guess?', coughed Pete.
''Peeeuuuww! That was some stink. Who could have left it there?', asked Gregory.
'No doubt the boys from one of the other camps nearby who think we're babies. We'll show them though. C'mon fellas let's keep going.', urged Maurice, as he continued to lead his troupe further into the forest.
They soon encountered an obstacle on their path. A rather large brown log was blocking their path.
'So much for this hike being an easy one. What are we going to do Maurice?', asked Ben.
'It's too large and heavy for even all of us to lift. We're just going to have to climb over it.', replied Maurice.
He was the first to take a hold on the top of the log and tried to pull himself up to the top of it, but it was a little on the slippery side. So much so that poor Maurice kept slipping a few times. He managed to slip so much that his shorts had gotten loose and they fell down, exposing his tighty whites and a bit of a butt crack in front of his friends.
Ben, Pete and Maurice couldn't help but laugh at Maurice's display, but he smiled at them nonetheless and took it with good humour.
'Ha-ha guys. But can I get a little help here?', Maurice giggled.
Pete and Ben first pulled up Maurice's scout shorts, then they hoisted the cat's butt.
'HEAVE HO!', they cried, as they shoved him to the top of the log. Maurice wrapped his right leg on top on it, so that it now looked like he was riding it.
He then helped pull Ben onto the log, who in turned helped Pete and then Pete helped Gregory onto it too. When the boys had gotten themselves onto the log, they looked around.
'Who would have thought this place would be so huge.', smiled Pete.
'Uh-oh! Here comes trouble.'!, exclaimed Gregory.
It was a purple panther, wearing an all block scout uniform. He was walking towards the log and smirked as he saw the four friends.
'Did you like our little fart bomb we left for you babies?', asked the Panther.
'Oh leave us alone Joel.', said Gregory.
'Oh leave us alone Joel. Leave us alone. You babies are on my turf now and you need to learn who's boss here? I'm running this place! You dweeps look stupid on that log. What are you playing? Space trip to Mars or something? Only babies play that crap.', replied Joel.
'This is everyone's forest. Not just yours!', retorted Maurice.
'Sorry but I don't share with gay babies! Yeah I saw what you guys were doing the other night. You were all crapping together in this large hole and were helping to wipe each other. Gross and so gay. You know only gay babies do that and touch their asses. You know when you touch someone's ass you're gay right away? Dumb babies don't know crap!', Joel replied, sounding more aggressive.
'Just shut up and go away. We're not harming anybody?', frowned Ben.
'Yeah. Just leave us alone will ya?', added Pete.
'You babies are the ones who should get lost. Here I'll give you a paw on your way.', Joel said with a wicked smile and he started to push the log with the boys still on it.
They all stood up, trying to jump off it, but Joel beat them to the punch and now the boys were trying to keep their balance as Joel was rolling the log towards a huge nearby mud pit.
'Since you babies love crapping with each other. You'll love this. This is where I go to take a crap and you four will be swimming in it. That will be super gay and no one will want you around here again.', Joel said, still with a wicked smile.
'STOP IT! THIS ISN'T FUNNY'!, screamed Gregory.
'YOU BETTER KNOCK IT OFF OR I'LL...!', started Maurice, with gritted teeth.
'Enjoy swimming in crap you babies. I'd love to see you try to wipe your assess now.', laughed Joel.
Maurice was just about to leap at Joel, when they all heard a whistle and some heavy footsteps, heading their way.
'JOEL MAXWELL! LEAVE THOSE BOYS ALONE!', demanded the voice.
It came from one of the Scout Masters. A mountain lion, wearing a scout masters uniform, colored grey.
'SCOUT MASTER BILL!', exclaimed Gregory.
'Oh we're so glad to see you!'!, added Pete.
'You were warned Joel of teasing the younger cubs! We do not tolerate bullying amongst our scouts, nor do we expect that sort of language from you either young man.', scolded Bill.
'But these babies crap with each other and touch their bottoms. They're gay!', replied Joel.
'They're just kids! You were their age once before remember? Were you ever bullied and being called names?', asked Bill.
'Shut up, I was never bullied I was..'., but he was interrupted as Bill took him by one of his paws.
'That was the last straw Joel! Dis-respecting a scout master. Now you'll be punished for that!', scout master Bill said angrily as he dragged Joel away from the others.
Maurice and his friends heaved a sigh of relief that they didn't wind up in the latrine that the older scouts dug up.
After they all got off the log, Maurice checked to see if everyone was OK.
'Are you guys cool, Gregory? Bill? Pete?', he asked.
'Yeah we're cool.', answered Pete.
'I think poor Gregory is shaken though.', added Ben.
Maurice went over to the squirrel.
'Hey now. It's OK. It's over now. Listen, just ignore him. Yeah we can be a bit cheeky sometimes, but we know one another and we just like playing that way sometimes. It's none of that jerk's business and he shouldn't have been peeking at us the way he did, if he did it at all.', Maurice said, comforting Gregory, by placing a paw on his shoulders.
'I'll be OK. Just gimmie a few seconds.', answered a rather shaky Gregory.
Maurice smiled and understood.
The four friends knew deep inside that since they had each other, there was nothing to worry about. Soon it was time for them to head back to their hut. On the way there, they walked past Scout Master Bill's cabin and the friends could hear cries of 'OOOF' and 'AAHHH' coming from inside. The four boys walked over to the window and they saw Joel getting spanked by Bill, who was doing a fine job turning his purple butt into a pink one.
'OW! OW! STOP IT! OW!', cried Joel.
'You broke the rules and this is your punishment. Ten more to go.', replied Bill.
'NO, NO OW! OUCH! AAAAHHH!', cried Joel.
The four friends then ran off from the cabin and giggled a little to themselves.
'It couldn't have happened to a nicer bully.', smiled Maurice, before the four friends embraced one another in a group hug.

The End.