Mitch, Sara, James, and Diane were happy to be finished with their senior year of college, and to celebrate they planned a day of fun and adventure at Ideal Lake. Little did they know what lay in wait for them in this seemingly idyllic location. As they drove along the mountain highway towards the lake, they laughed and joked about the trick they were going to play on Tom and Laura who were meeting them at the lake later in the day. The theme song to 'The Little Shop of Horrors' accompanied their idle chatter and added a bizarre touch of the surreal to the day's activity. The foursome could not help but sing along with the catchy tune as their car made it's way through the bends of the road. As singing songs made them thirsty - they stopped the car to open the trunk and retrieve some cold beer. When what to their eyes would appear, but something completely unexpected.

"Damn!" exclaimed Mitch, "all the beer cans have been punctured!"

"Very funny, buddy." Jim said, giving his friend a sour look.

Mitch replied, "seriously, look!", and to Jim's amazement all 48 cans had been pierced and now lay empty while a pool of booze formed in the back of the trunk. With the trunk wide open, the way was clear for spore #57P/Ramma Lamma Ding Dang B to fall from the passing meteorite into the pool of brew. Unbeknownst to the puzzled four who juggled unconvincing explanations, the little spore began to grow. Until it was so large the trunk could contain it any longer. At the sight of this, Sara and Diane took off running towards the woods.

Jim quickly backed away from the swelling mass but, ever the curious one, Mitch leaned in to take a closer look.

"ARRRGGGHHH!" screamed Mitch as two slimy green tentacles leaped from the mass and wrapped around his head and neck.

Jim was frozen in terror as he watched one tentacle go in Mitchs' nose and the other one, wrapped around Mitchs' head, start to reach out for him. But, as fast as he tried to get away he found himself with the tentacle in his own nose and even shooting out his eyes.

I have a bad feeling about this. Jim thought to himself as the tentacle began to tickle his tonsils.