Reality Show Event 2: Hat Shore Boot Camp Swamp Edition! (Hat Shore Participants)

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Clearly, the residents of Hat Shore needed something to do to keep from getting restless, much like a giant hamster ball. But once the idea of shoving everybody into a giant hamster ball had been nixed, the next best thing had been arranged: a boot camp! It would get everybody out into the open air, give everyone a chance to burn off energy, and

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22! Finally a sensible score for Shoggies!

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Shoggies - for sack racing - 22

Although standing on their heads proved to be far easier than the Shoggies had initially realized, sack racing racing proved to be far harder than it looked. To begin with, Shoggies 3 and 21.5 ate their sacks upon obtaining them, and Shoggy 9.5 ate its sack while they were trying to figure out what to do with the rest of the sacks. Once they did figure out what they were supposed to do, the Shoggies squelched into the remaining sacks, with the Shoggies who'd eaten theirs sharing with others.

It was Shoggy 11 who first announced, "Oh no! We can't jump in the sacks! We don't have feet!" "Soooo not cool!" came the Shoggy chorus this time. "No, we can jump! We just need to bounce, like this!" Shoggy 15 said, giving bouncing its best attempt- as the Shoggy was stuck in a sack, amorphous bouncing failed to get anywhere. Its sack, shared with Shoggy 3, simply bounced around a little and didn't go anywhere. "You can't do its Shoggy because you needs feet for jumping," insisted its comrade in sack sharing. "Sacks racing is soooo dis-crims-i-tory!" Shoggy 3 had a relatively good idea of what 'discriminatory' meant, but, had picked up the habit of mimicking the speech-patterns of his parents, and, it was a six-syllable-word, which was a couple more syllables than any Shoggy could be expected to handle easily unless it was the name of a Great Old One.

And so, several droopy sacks wiggled about dejectedly for a moment, a couple of disintegrating from acidic Shoggy-drool, and a couple more being eaten from the inside-out. Shoggy 15 kept trying to bounce despite Shoggy 3's insistence that it was impossible without feet, but after a moment, Shoggy 3 had an idea. "Helps me, Shoggy!" it told Shoggy 28, as the latter squelched out of the remnants of its acid-dissolved sack. After a few tries, Shoggies 3 and 28, assisted by Shoggy 7 who'd finished eating its sack, managed to toss Shoggy 15 in the air a couple times, before Shoggy 15 tumbled out of an acid-worn hole in the sack. Even Shoggies knew this was a feeble failure of an attempt, however, and, squelched along to the next station looking quite droopy, and, all muttering about just how "sooo not cool" sack racing was, and how they were always being 'discrimsinated' because of their lack of feet.