Characters: Goose, Surge (at least enough to get Goose to the beach unless he wants to stick around? idk), and anyone else really. (You don't HAVE to interact with Goose if you don't want to, just consider this a beach log for any of your dudes to do whatever, whether or not Goose is involved.)
What: Goose wanted to go to get pizza and ice cream and
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Even he had to admit that the pilot made a cute kid. It was entertaining to see someone have so much energy. The lieutenant was sure that if he had reversed back into a kid too, they would have had lots of fun playing in the sand.
Speaking of which, Surge decided just to relax on the beach as he watched the boy make sand planes. Maybe he would join a little later. Maybe.
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So he looked over at Surge from his position in the sand...
And threw his plastic shovel at him.
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Oh. He headed towards the pilot. Plopping down in the sand, he started building a sand castle. Except it was looking less like a castle and more like a mound of sand. Oh goody.
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He frowned when he looked over at Surge's sorry excuse for a castle, though. He pointed down at it and exclaimed, "That's not how you do it!" He took his pail and shoveled some sand into it. After mashing it in nice and tight, he flipped it over and lifted the pail.
A castle! A tiny one with some sand chunks falling off of it, but a castle nevertheless. He stuck some shells into the moist sand to act as decorations, and punched tiny holes with his finger to act as windows.
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Then again, being so... young... made him almost want to play in the sand. Almost.
Wario trudged along the beach with his trusty metal detector in hand, even though it was quite large and rather heavy for his small form. As he tried to comb the beach for some valuables, it was rather difficult. After all, he lost the well-sculpted muscles he once had, and was so many inches shorter. How annoying.
In frustration, he kicked his sneaker angrily into the sand, spraying up several grains. The small hole that he made with his foot, though, gave him an idea. He could make a moat! He could make a beautiful, golden castle like he had always wanted! His youthful imagination seemed to rush back to him, so he slowly knelt down and began digging.
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He was bored just making sandcastles by himself, so he decided to go ahead and have a little fun and throw a ball of sand in his direction. Heehee, what a fatty!
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"HEY!" he cried, snatching his hat and placing it back atop his black hair, "What's the big idea?!"
He turned to see a young blond boy building some sandcastles. He looked awfully familiar, but his memory completely failed him, so he shrugged it off.
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Being a Holidaian, he never got to have snowball fights as a child, so he substituted that with sandball fights. Ehh, it sufficed for him, so he threw another one at the yellow-capped child.
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