Robbie watched as Paul ran by, Rachel, Jennifer, and Marie right behind him trying to get a good shmack upside his head with some large branches. Paul was screaming like a little girl as they ran out of sight.
  Robbie turned to Reverend BigDawg.
  "Think he was acting like Phillip again?" He asked, sipping a cool glass of sea-water.
  "Yup!" BigDawg sighed. "When will that boy ever learn?"
  "Help, help, help!" Paul came back around, with the girls a bit further behind him. "Robbie, help, they're out to kill me!"
  "Ok." Robbie sipped some more sea water, "Eh, I'll help you on the next time around."
  "Aaaaaaaaah!" Paul shouted as one of the branches shmacked him upside his head. They continued on.
  "Hey!" Robbie reached into the bag he'd brought along. "My radio's instruction manual. Is that plane still here?"
  "What do you think, little boy?" BigDawg asked. "I ain't gonna bury that thing. Now, a bone, ok, but not a plane. besides it's all shtinky."
  "Be right back!" Robbie ran for the plane and got his radio and was back within three seconds.
  "What are you gonna do with that, little boy?" BigDawg asked.
  "I'm gonna fix it." Robbie grinned. "You wouldn't happen to have a drill and some screws with you, would ya, Reverend?"
  "Oh, yeah!" BigDawg reached into his pocket. "Here you go!"
  "Alright!" Robbie left.

  In the meantime, Paul was still running. He'd received eight hard shmacks upside his head. Gradually, he was getting slower and slower, both physically and mentally. If only he were taller than one of them, then maybe they wouldn't be able to shmack him upside his head so easily. Oh well, he was short, and he'd have to deal with it. Suddenly, from out of the sides of a really big rock, appeared a twenty-year-old Robin Williams, dressed in a cheap get-up from the '70's.
  "I am Mork, from Ork." He raised his finger. "Nanu, nanu. Eeeeeeee!"
  All three girls stopped in mid-stride.
  "My main man the Fonze got himself killed," Mork began juggling coconuts, "so I came to wish him a pleasant death."
  "He's dead alright." Paul explained. "He tried fighting some hawk, and it ended up killing him."
  "Oh." Mork disappeared, but the girls were still stuck.
  Paul was just about to throw a stone at Rachel, when they slowly began moving again.
  "Uh, oh!" Paul turned and began running. "No, no, no, no!!!!!!!"

  Back at the hut, Robbie was tinkering with some batteries he'd made from seaweed and crab brains.
  "Let's see." he fitted the tiny capsule into the battery compartment of the repaired radio.
  "Shshshshshshshshsh," static met his ear, "shshshshshsh, once again, typhoon Billy Bob Joe Bob Jed is heading for a remote island in the Pacific. It started off with a co-pilot, and a pilot who was insane, a pilot who was insane. The storm's center is at 16.7 n and 142.5 w. The winds are at one hundred sixty miles per hour. It can cause damage, lots and lots of damage. Stay tuned to this station for live coverage of the "Silly Willy Funny Bunny" supermarket's grand opening. Tonight, at 7:00. And now, here's Brittany Spears with her new hit, "I'm a corrupted airhead"."
  "No!" Robbie turned the radio off. "Evil!"
  "What was that, little boy?" BigDawg asked. "My reverend ears heard somethin' about a typhoon. What is a typh-oon?"
  "Well," John appeared with a picture of a typhoon on a stand next to him, "a typhoon is a tropical system that is prevalent in the western Pacific Ocean. Typhoons are usually stronger and more numerous than hurricanes. The strongest typhoon struck Oka-oh no, not again!"
  John began to vanish as arrows came out of nowhere. One of which struck his wrist.
  "Hey, that hurt!" He disappeared and then reappeared, "I'll be back."
  John vanished again, as Rachel and Marie dragged Paul, who was bound with strong vines, past Reverend BigDawg and Robbie, who just stared.
  "Guessin' on them calculations," BigDawg explained, "that there typhoon would hit tomorrow. See, you can see the rain bands right over there on the horizon. Just look over there, little boy!"
  Sure enough, Robbie could see ominous clouds building off to the south.
  "Yo!" Pastor Penguin and Bishop BigFrawg walked up to Robbie and Reverend BigDawg. "We hoid about that, uh, typhoon."
  "We need to find shelter." Robbie said quickly. "Do we have anything besides those huts?"
  "No-a, we-a don't-a!" Bishop BigFrawg shouted. "I can-a try and-a find a shelter-a! I did-a see a cave-a!"
  "A cave?" BigDawg asked. "Well, let's get the girls and their human sacrifice, hopefully to the Lord, and let's get over there!"

  Jennifer followed Bishop BigFrawg who was bounding along the beach to where the cave was. Rachel and Marie still dragged Paul along. They were hoping that he'd parish in the typhoon. And if it were in their power, they'd see to it that he did.
  "Ok!" BigDawg faced the mass of "people" and animals before him. "Ladies and holy people first!"
  They crowded into the small cave and soon found out that not all of them could fit.
  "Well," BigDawg stepped back out, "it looks like not all of us can fit. Ok, ok. There's a way to solve this. Bishop BigFrawg and Pastor Penguin can stay with the girls, while Paul, Robbie and me, Reverend BigDawg, tie ourselves to some large trees or something. That might help!"
  "Oh no!" Rachel began bawling like a pouty whiny two-year-old. "Don't let Robbie die! Paul, sure, but not Robbie! Oh please!"
  "You have a crush on him, don't you, little girl?" BigDawg asked suspiciously.
  "Shut up!" Her tone changed from scared to ticked off. "I don't like him!"
  "Ok," BigDawg followed Paul and Robbie outside, where the sky was turning black.
  You might even say that it was "Painted Black."

  Paul and Robbie helped BigDawg "roll" some "stones" to try and form a sea wall. But of course, that wouldn't work, but they'd try anyway. They then transported the huts to the central point of the island where the ground was highest. They surrounded the huts with stones and crowded into the sturdiest of the three. The island fell silent as the clouds neared the island. Robbie and BigDawg left Paul in one of the huts, as they tore the other two down and used the branches and trunks to reinforce their own. They crowded back inside and rolled a boulder in front of the entrance.

  Bishop BigFrawg watched as Pastor Penguin backed into the cave with a large rock in his grasp. After repeating this nine times, the cave was blocked off, except for a space, about the size of a standard Reverend BigDawg puppet, which served as a winder. All five laid face-down on the floor of the cave and listened as the rain began to fall.

  The typhoon hammered the island with debris. Birds squawked in anger at the rains and winds. Seas came up and washed away the wreckage of the plane, along with trees rocks, and Tyler's corpse. Winds destroyed trees, and the rains soaked the sand until it was a river of mud. Meanwhile...

  BigDawg shouted at the typhoon in frustration.
  "Oh God, you are my God!" He shouted. "And I will ever praise you! But could-ya please remove this here typhoon! Oh Lord, that's smarts! Oh boy!"
  The shack fell in. And as it did, BigDawg and Robbie were blown out of the clearing. Paul remained, him being in the third of the shelter that held together.
  "Little boy!" BigDawg shouted over the howling of the wind. "This ain't good for the Rev. My hair! Oh no!"
  Robbie and BigDawg sailed over a tree and fell on a pile of fallen coconuts.
  "Oh boy!" BigDawg shouted. "Help me with these here shells little boy! We need to get under somethin'. The Lord sent this typhoon, and there ain't nothin' even I can do about it! Quick boy!"
  "Aaaaaaaaaaahhhh!" Robbie shouted. "This sucks!"

  Paul covered his ears as the rain continued to pound down on the giant mud-puddle that was the island. He shrieked like a little girl as a piece of wood sliced into his arm. A wind gust from the south threw him from his spot beneath the rocks and sent him hurling into a tree.
  "Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!" Paul shouted, as his broken arm smashed into a tree. "Oh God, oh God, oh God!"
  "Yes, Paul!" A voice bellowed.
  "It hurts!" Paul shouted.
  "With sin, comes pain." the voice replied, "Trust in me, and I shall relieve you of your pain."
  Instantly, pixy fairies performed a happy dance, but that didn't help.
  "Aaaaahhhhhhh!" The centripetal force that had pinned Paul to the tree now gave way enough for gravity to take over. Paul lay there in the mud, as the rain continued to fall.

  It seemed like hours had passed within those few hours, and the storm was a dull roar above Robbie as he lay beneath a fallen palm tree. BigDawg lay close by, half submerged in mud. Amongst them were coconuts, branches, and other fragments from the trees that were scattered around them. Robbie shouted really really loud as a fish came flopping on his head. Just as he glanced over at Reverend BigDawg to make sure he was still there, a huge rock came crashing down upon him.
  "Oh cra---" was all he managed to get out before the massive stone came down.

  Bishop BigFrawg rose from the floor of the cave.
  "Ay!" He shouted. "Theese eese-a not-a fun! Let us play a game! Let's-a see-a who can hit-a the highest note, eh? Eh? Ok I start, aaaaaaaaaahhhh!"
  He hit a high G, which caused the cave to "shake, rattle, and roll." It didn't "cave" in, but Marie did kick BigFrawg's feet out from under him, causing the frawg to fall back to the floor. Meanwhile, the storm raged on.

  By 3:00 AM the next morning, the eye was passing over the island. During this period, all occupants of the island were either dead, unconscious, or asleep. As the western eye-wall began beating on the island, the destruction continued once more.

  BigDawg slowly got up. It was cloudy and raining, but the winds were low and variable. He shouted in horror as he glanced over at the rock pinning Robbie to the mud.
  "Good Lord, boy!" BigDawg struggled with the rock. "Oh boy, huh, oh boy! Lord give me strength!"
  Instantly he was able to raise the rock above his head and toss it aside.
  "Robbie!" BigDawg shouted. "Wake up, boy! The world needs-ya boy! Rise from the mud, my son! See the light, boy!"
  Robbie opened his eyes and staggered to his feet. He accompanied BigDawg, who turned towards the remains of the shelter and hopefully, Paul. When they arrived, they found no sign of Paul. There was no blood or bone, so they assumed he had been blown away in the storm. As they were searching, Bishop BigFrawg came hopping up to them.
  "We have weathered the storm!" He shouted. "All except for Ms. Trammell-a. She was-a nice-a girl, so innocent and loud! Like me!"
  "Have you seen Paul?" Robbie asked.
  "Up here!" Paul shouted. "Uh oh, the branch is giving way. Aaaaaahhh!"
  Paul came falling through the trees and landed in the middle of a pile of fallen limbs. After checking his arm, which Marie broke again, (on accident this time), the reverend stood over Rachel's corpse and clasped his reverend paws in reverend prayer.
  "Oh Lord!" BigDawg shouted. "This child has been taken from your Earth, and we hope that she is with you now... In heaven. We can only pray for the best for her. And by taking her into your kingdom, we know that's the case. Thank you, Lord. amen!"
  "Oh!" John appeared playing a viola and talking in a British accent. "Now see here my good man. A men is incorrect grammar. You see, "men" is plural of "man," so if you said "a man," that would be more correct. Now as for the word "a," there are, ah crap!"
  Together, Marie and Robbie hurled a stone at John's head. Just as the rock was about to come down, John disappeared.

  Within a week, the island was moderately cleaned up. The mud had solidified. And for the first three nights, the seven had slept in trees. Now, new shelters were constructed. And on that very Sunday, they found a large boulder, and gave Rachel a proper burial. So that when they were rescued, if they were rescued, she would forever remind those who might someday venture to the deserted island, that a group of teens, a penguin, a frog, and a dog, (a Reverend BigDawg), once inhabited it. And with that, the occupants of that "crappy isle" bid Rachel "farewell," as they mourned her death.

  You sat right back, and you've heard a tale, a tale of a tiny plane, that started off with a co-pilot and a pilot who was insane, a pilot who was insane. The cap was a mighty holy man, whose name's Rev BigDawg. His co-pilot was an Italian guy named Bishop BigFrawg, Bishop BigFrawg. The weather started getting rough the tiny plane was tossed. If not for the numerous parachutes, the crew would've been lost the crew would've been lost. The plane crash-landed on the shore of this uncharted desert isle: with Rev BigDawg, Pastor Penguin, too, Bishop BigFrawg, Robbie and Paul, Jenny D, and someone else, are here on some crappy isle.