Introduction

By Natalie
Over the past three weeks, Team 20 has worked on photo stories. Photo stories
begin with a photo. We creatively wrote about what was going on in the photo and
we added more. This was one of Mr. Marks favorite writing projects when he was
in Mr. DOnofrios fourth grade. We added dialog in appropriate places and chose
a vantage point, either first or third person. We wrote as many photo stories as we
could. Then we looked over our stories, each chose the one we thought was our
best, and wrote the reason why. As a class, we created a revising checklist. Then
we changed and added details to our stories. We signed up for a kid-to-kid
conference and revised with a partner. We added even more detail to our stories.
We then conferenced with our teacher, Mr. Mark, and came to a final end. We put
our final drafts all together. Our class chose the title for our zine, Neeble. Neeble
was a popular word in a book we read as a class called Lizard Music by Daniel
Pinkwater. In this book Neeble in lizard language is the only word the lizards say
and it can mean everything.

Taking Us Dogs for a Walk

By Sadie
We heard Jack call us into the river. Come on! he said. I could smell a treat in
his hand. I think Jack had the bacon-filled biscuit to get us in the water. It worked,
but we were still clamoring for that delicious biscuit. Vanilla, Lucy, Max, Maggie,
and I romped around in the water. Emma stood behind us clapping on the grassy
bank. I lunged for the treat and I almost got there first, but Max beat me to it. He
inhaled it, licking his chops. I let out a cry of despair, Arooooo! We ran around
chasing Jack, sniffing at his pockets, begging for a bacon-filled biscuit of our own.
Vanilla, the oldest, after trying just gave up and went over to be with Emma. We
don't get out much so I would say it was nice to splash in the water and get a bit
muddy. Sadie, come here, girl! Emmas sweet voice called me over. I splashed
over to her, stepping in her reflection in the water on the way. Jack came over
when I did. The clothes on his body were drenched, but he was still smiling.
Lately you don't see Jack smile that much with all the work he has to do, but he
has always loved taking us dogs for a walk.

The Trap
By Henry
The trap was nearly ready. My friend had dared me to catch a guy on film trying
to snatch some doughnuts out of a bear trap. I had the bear trap in place as well as
the glazed doughnuts. Now all I needed was a victim. Someone unintelligent
preferably. I pretended to be on my phone texting when I was actually looking for
people to pass by and try my doughnut. Then, at the perfect moment, someone was
walking by and stopped to study the doughnuts. I pulled my camera out of my
pocket and started filming. The man was studying those doughnuts pretty hard.
He went back the way he came. Darn it! I said to myself. The man had left, but
then he came back with a stick! I started filming again. The man bent over and
started to gently poke the doughnuts. Slowly, so slowly the glazed doughnuts
started to inch off of the bear trap. Then with a SNAP the bear trap shattered the
stick in half! Ha ha ha! I laughed out loud. The man grimaced and stomped
away.

A Night In The Woods

By Mike
I never should have left my friends and wandered off on my own, thought Rick
as he gathered wood to make a fire. A meal of local berries and his last protein bar
had left his stomach still growling for more. At least I will be warm soon, he
thought. Looking for dry sticks helped keep his mind off of food. Fortunately for
Rick, he had a fire striker. Soon, he had a nice hot fire to keep him company and
comfortable. Rick hoped that the smoke would be visible to his friends so they
could find him soon. Rick heard the crackling sound of leaves and saw a set of
glowing red eyes in the nearby bushes, yet he did not know that what made the
sound had not eaten in a week and had a growing hunger in the pit of its stomach.
As Rick stared into the fire, he could only think of his family and wondered if he
would see them again.

Camp
By Madalinny
Mom please, I remembered saying while I stood in the kitchen in our Portland
apartment. No, I told you, you cant go to camp, my mom replied standing furious in
the middle of cooking dinner. Why not? Because it costs too much, now go to your
room! Uhh, I never ever get to do anything!
Now I am here burning in the sun, lost in the woods with you guys begging to go
home. Are we there yet Rosie? No there is still a long way to go! As we were
climbing the rough gray rocks. I climb and climb, which goes on forever! All the while, I
was thinking about mom and and how she was right that I shouldnt have come. I just
shouldve stayed home watching t.v and eating candy, hot cocoa, and popcorn in my
warm cozy bed. Only if my dreams could come true. Now Im sobbing like a baby
wanting to go home. My cuts sting like a bee sting. The sweat slowly drips off my nose
as I work my way up the rocks. Hey OMG! We are almost there! Rosie yells. Really?
I yell back. Hold on. Wait! Nope. Never mind. Its just another hill, Rosie says with a
tear in her eye. An hour later our mouths are as dry as a desert, the sweat is all over us,
and finally we make to the camp. We fall on the ground and drink about a gallon of
water.

How Farmer Brown Got Half His Silo Painted

By Alex
Slrrrrp...slrrrp...slrrrp. We have been painting Farmer Browns giant silo near his barn for
twenty-nine days straight. Slrrrp...slrrrp...slrrrp. I dip my paint roller into the paint bucket.
Bluuup. Hey, Tate, I say. How are your arms doing? I feel lousy. My arms feel squishy
like raw tofu. Not so good, Henry, replies Tate. My arms feel like boiled noodles.
Slrrrp...slrrrp...slrrrp. Bluuup. Tofu? Noodles? Yum! Im hungry, says Jake.
Slrrrp...slrrrp...slrrrp. Bluuup. Slrrrp...slrrrp...slrrrp. Bluuup. Slrrrp...slrrrp...slrrrp. Bluuup.
Slrrrp...slrrrp...slrrrp. Bluuup. We cant stop for lunch yet, because we have to finish painting
Farmer Browns silo. We can eat after we finish this twenty year span, I say excitedly.
Slrrrp...slrrrp...slrrrp. Bluuup. Slrrrp...slrrrp...slrrrp. Bluuup. Slrrrp...slrrrp...slrrrp. Bluuup.
Slrrrp...slrrrp...slrrrp. You there, in the red hat. Are you done yet? yells Farmer Brown from
the ground forty feet below. You guys were supposed to finish yesterday. Im gonna only pay
you half as much. Tate, Jake and I look at year other. Twenty-nine days of painting and hes
only gonna pay us half as much? said Tate. We all nod to each other. Suddenly we all had the
same idea. All at once we dump our buckets of paint on Farmer Browns head. And thats how
Farmer Brown got half his silo painted

Captain Marshmallow
By Abbey
BANG! POW! How about a knuckle sandwich!? BAM!! I punch a slug in
the face. The slugs start to crawl away. Thats right you evil slugs go cry to your
mommy! An...an...an...and stay away from this planet and never come back! I
start to walk, but stept on slug slime. Eww, can you at least clean up after
yourselves?! Merp? said the head slug. So immerture, I whisper to myself.
My name is Captain Marshmallow...What? I like marshmallows. Got a
problem with that? Good, can I get back to my story now? Thanks! I fight evil
creatures that invade this planet. Those stupid evil slugs attack this appliance
factory almost every week. I ran and jumped on a washer but fell and hit my face.
Im still working on that part. I try again and this time I did not fall. I am the
greatest superhero of all time. I am
Dan get off of the washer and help me deliver this refrigerator, said my
friend Jon. Fine, Im a deliverer. You daydream too much, said disappointed
Jon. The truth is I have a secret identity as a deliverer and nobody knows that I
fight crimes. You dont, and stop talking to yourself! said Jon impatiently. FINE
FINE! I dont, but one thing is true...I LOVE me some marshmallows! Now that,
said Jon I believe!

Race Day
By Peter
I am a horse and it is race day. I am black with a black mane and white around my
hoofs. I am sleek and blazingly fast. Sometimes something with a funny white
helmet is sitting on my back and keeps hitting me with a stick on my buttocks. I
look around me. Other horses are galloping at top speed right behind me. They,
too, have things on their backs wearing funny white helmets. I guess Ill keep
galloping along. As I start down the homestretch I see lots of things cheering and
yelling. They arent wearing funny white hats, but they sure do yell a lot. Up
ahead theres a line on the ground. Neighhhh...owww! That thing on my back
keeps hitting me more frequently as we head toward the line. The things along the
side keep yelling louder and jumping up and down. A couple milliseconds later, I
see myself on a giant jumbo screen. Then I get a thing around my neck with
yummy flowers.

I Wish I Could Be Running

By Franny
I wish I could be running. Not eating grass in this stupid field. All these other horses are
just dumbos dreading the day when the farmer mows the beautiful green grass in the field or at
least when he hires some city boy wanting money for a new hairbrush to drive the mower
instead. Maybe Im daydreaming too much. Is it really worth the work? Anyway, I just wish that
the farmer would get off the couch and come take us out for a run. (He really needs the exercise
anyway.) Then a thought struck my head that I had never thought before and left me feeling like
I was as dumb as the other horses. I could just run away. Would it really be that simple? I think I
should think about it. Or should I? Oh, all right! I dont want my head to be swimming with
nonsense thoughts like Snowflakes. Maybe shes rubbing off on me. I should step away from
her.
Well, maybe I should tell you a little bit about myself. Ive always been a little cautious,
as you probably could just see. My name is Coco. I came to this farm about five or six years ago.
I cant remember the exact date. All the workers at the farm were shocked by my mothers death,
she had been so intelligent. Maybe thats where I get my artistic flair.
Im thinking I could stick around for a couple of days. Or I could leave right now. The
whole troop would come follow me. When were running out in the open fields, they dont seem
so dumb. Well, I believe Ive made up my mind. I bolt and jump the fence, and everyone comes
and follows me. I feel so light on my feet. This is exactly what it should feel like.
Coco! the farmer calls as we gallop into the distance. Snowflake!
Were running away, I think. Were really doing it! What do you expect when you put
in wild horses with this makeshift fence that falls down every time a summer breeze comes?
Well, at least they didnt come after me. At least Im running out in the open fields with my pals,
who are now as smart as ever.

The Trap
By Connor
It was horrid place for humanity. His company, not the famed Guantanamo
Prison in Cuba. Though, for Wally it was just another day in his dreary Cubeland.
He was pretending to work when, Wally, you must slay our Vice President, or we
will all be downsized! said Alice, as she burst urgently into his cube. Why cant
you do it? Too much work. Wally sighed. Verily well, damsel in distress, I
shall slay the evil dragon. Say that again and Ill rip out your tonsils, Wally.
Point taken.
The clever sir Wally had just set a cunning trap when the vice president
came by. He quickly readied his phone to capture the moment on video. The V.P
was incredibly stupid.Whats this? Oooh, yummy donuts! he said. SNAP! The
V.P was slayed. But the adventure wasnt done yet. Security appeared and shot at
him with Kalashnikovs! Wally quickly pulled the beet red fire alarm and ran!
Cubeland was in ruins. M-16s blazed in the distance. It was apocalyptic. He found
Alice the Hun looting the supply cabinet. Alice, I slayed the dragon! Its the
end! Actually I pulled the fire alarm. Ah, I see, and they lived UNHAPPILY
EVER AFTER.

Big Time at Bat

By Lawson
I was up for bat. Bottom of the ninth inning, championship game on the line, bases
loaded, down by three and we had two outs. Everybody was watching me as I go
up to swing the bat against the best pitcher in the league. When I get up, I am ready
to swing the bat. I got a strike on my first try. Then a foul ball. Strike two, bottom
of the ninth. I think to myself and say, Ok, its now or never. I hit the home plate
three times before I swing the bat. POW! It seemed like everybody was frozen in
time as we watched it go up and up and up and from what I saw, it never came
down. I knew it was a homerun so I ran the bases and the game ended. My best
friend George Herman Ruth went up to me and gave me high five. After the game
my team lifted me up and chanted my name Bo Jackson. Then we went to the
park and had a little celebration, with all of the parents, friends and we held up the
trophy. Coach said, This has to be the best championship I have ever won. It was
mine too!

Jareds Donut
By Tate
Well, todays my first day on the job! Im working as a computer programmer at Daves
Computer Warehouse. As soon as I walked in, there was this one guy who looked like he
had suspicions about me, even though this was my first day Oh, hey, he said, observing
me. Actually, now that I remember, I came here once to get my Macbook Pro checked
out, because it wouldnt let me press the M key. While the guy, whose name I think was
Jared, checked it out, there was a delicious glazed donut on the counter. Out of impulse, I
ate it. I guess it was Jareds, because I saw a bear trap full of glazed donuts as soon as I
walked in. I managed to avoid it for the whole day until I left, when Jared threw a stale
glazed donut at the back of my head. It felt like it was a sugar-covered rock when he
threw it. Ow! Thats strike one. The next day after that, he glued multiple glazed donuts
on my office door. Strike two. After that, he replaced my doorknob with a glazed donut,
which wouldnt allow me to open it. Strike three. I talked about him with Dave, my boss
and the store owner. He didnt even really listen; he just nodded his head multiple times
and said, Sounds like an easy problem to take care of. He was clueless of what was
going on. On February 27th, 2014, I quit. I was out. When I got home, the door was
surprisingly sticky. I thought the whole donut ordeal was over, but when I opened my
door, a glazed donut was taped to my cat, Perry.

The Big Day

By Ashley
The rain slowly drips off my nose. The mud puddles splash as others step in
it. Over here Im open! I yell. Nobody passes. I have a perfect shot! I yell
again. Our team is losing one to zero. The ball was stolen by the other team. The
other team, the Knights, score again. Now its two to zero. Thats when I knew I
had to play on my own! I have to win the championship game, not for the team, but
for me, to show that I can play as good as anybody else on our team, the Bluejays.
A few minutes later, what do you know, the Knights steal the ball again. Now this
is my chance to get the ball! I mark one player. The Knights pass it to her. I steal
the ball. I take it all the way and...SCORE! Its our first goal of the game. The mud
in my shoes oozes through my toes. It sends goose bumps throughout my body.
Finally its one to two. The Knights have the ball and there are only three minutes
left. I steal the ball and score again to make it two to two! Tie game. The Knights
have the ball with one minute left. I get the ball. Theres not enough time to take it
down so I kick it as hard as possible. It goes right in the net! I won the game for the
team! Good job Emily! Everybody hugs me.
The new shiny trophy is in a case in my room, and every time I look at it I
get shivers!

The Trip
By Hannah
There I was, sitting on an airplane. I was supposed to be having the time of my life.
The pilot said this was the comfortable overnight flight that had all the delicious
food and best of all, no kids! But unfortunately I took the wrong flight and there
were tons and tons of kids, babies, toddlers, 10 year olds, and five year olds. There
was a toddler standing on the seat behind me banging his toy plane on my head and
kicking the back of my seat. My head might be bald but its not a runway. Worst
of all the plane was headed to New York. Oh the loud bustling noises of cars and
busses. Oh the horror! I was supposed to be headed for the sunny and relaxing
beaches of Florida. Oh the humanity!

Baby Mommy
By Mary
I wonder where my mommy went. Well whos going to do her job? I guess I have
to do the cooking, cleaning, browsing the web, and change my diaper. I wonder
when my mommy will be back. I hope some time soon, because Im getting a rash.
Where could she be? Could she be under my bed getting my socks? Could she be
in my room picking up my toys? Could she have gone out for the day? I hope she
will be back because all I can do is browse the web. Its been a while. My teddy
bear says shell be back soon, but I dont think soon is soon enough. Shes been
gone for ten minutes now, but it feels like a week! When will she be back? I dont
know. I want my mommy to cuddle me in her arms and to tuck me in bed at night.
Eck! Something hairy and crazy just touched my leg. Oh, no! Theres a monster
under the table. I kick it and it screams. I look under the table and what do I see? I
see my mommy staring at me. I jump into her lap and laugh and play thinking,
Mom, what have you been doing down here all day?

Rock Trouble
By Phil
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! I can't get it open! said Connor. Its just too strong of a
rock! Ash replied. Dang its so dry that I am getting dehydrated and I will just be
stuck out here with you weirdoes, said Chowder. So Ash, Chowder and Nate were
just standing there watching Connor trying to break open a rock with a saw. This
will not end well, Nate said.
Guys, look-look! I made it halfway through the rock, said Connor. Hey, I
see something brown and puffy with tiny little claws, Ash said. Nate took out the
fuzzy little thing with tiny claws and realized that it was a platypus. Its just a
cute, fuzzy and adorable platypus! said Chowder. Chowder just went crazy. He
thought that it was going to be gold, but it ended up being a platypus.

Crack!
By Natalie
Thump, thump, thump, go the dogs paws against the snow. Two shoes on, two shoes off
running at full velocity. Their tongues hanging out of their mouths. The dogs running two in a
row carrying people on the sled. The bells jingle on their necks as they go around the mountain.
You can hear the huskies howl from the ski resort about a half mile away. Pretty soon before
you know it, the dogs are on top of an ice-pond! The ice on the pond is breaking because of all
the weight. The dogs are all very neurotic because the ice is breaking. The three people on the
sled got off and are now calling for the dogs. The dogs are running around on all the different
pieces of ice. All the dogs finally get onto a big chunk of ice. When they were all on the piece of
ice there was very little space. One dog gets bumped off, and now the dogs are even more
neurotic. The owners help get the dog out of the icy, freezing water. More and more dogs are
getting knocked off the ice chunk and the owners are helping them get out. There are only two
dogs left on the chunk of ice. One hops off and swims to the side to get pulled out. The last dog
on the chunk of ice isnt wanting to get off. Come here, come here, one of the owners says.
Theyre whistling and calling her, but she won't come. Finally someone finds a piece of food in
their pocket. They are trying to get her to swim to the edge of the water pond. Finally she
comes off the piece of ice. She swims to the edge of the pond and they pull her out. They all got
out tired and cold, and go sit by the fireplace with blankets and drink hot chocolate in the lodge.

Salty Slugs
By Simon
I am a granny smith apple. My name is Malus Domestica. I was born in Australia. I
went to Stanford University and have five PHDs. I enjoy using big words like
echinoderms and cephalopods. Those are all families of marine creatures that I
learned about in my marine biology class I took in my senior year. Now, as you
see, I am fairly astute and definitely smart enough to know that these two banana
slugs sitting in front of me are deranged! These slugs are dumping mounds of salt
on the table and are going to cover themselves with it. Salt will dehydrate and kill a
slug. I try to yell, Stop! Stop! but it is no use. My mouth is concealed by my
epidermis. The slugs start smearing the salt on their bodies and I turn away. I cant
watch. The next thing I know the slugs are withered up on the ground. That my
friends is how two foolish slugs killed themselves that day.

Big Wet Muddy Mess

By Emmy
Woo-hoo! I heard my brother shout from the pond. I ran over to see what it was.
There he was biscuit in hand, splashing around in the pond with all of our
labradors splashing around with him, determined to get a bite of that crunchy
biscuit. We own five labs. Three golden, two black. Rusty, Lucy, Bo, Flash, and
Charlie. Come and join us! shouted my brother. So I ran into the pond. The
water was cold, mucky, and my feet sank into the ooze at the bottom. We were all
romping around splashing each other, and the labs were still trying to get a bite of
that delicious biscuit! All of us were laughing. The water was stinging our legs
from the cold, and our clothes were plastered to us like wet paper mache. My
brother would call one of the labs names, and they would bolt at him and chase
him all around. Then another lab would join in the chasing, and another and
another, and then we were all running around chasing each other! It was soon
nightfall. We were all tuckered out, and a big wet muddy mess!

Wrong Turn
By Nakoa
Three friends were on the way to the airport to begin a very luxurious trip to
Honolulu Hawaii. They had been driving for at least three hours, when two of the
friends, Pete and Snoopy, saw a beaming light coming from behind them. It was no
ordinary beam of light. It was a beautiful color changing light and they got
obsessed with it. They tried and tried to get Bob to turn around and follow it, but
he didnt and argued. Finally after a long long time he turned around and only did
it because the two insanely annoying morons kept asking. After a while of driving
they found a donut shop and that is where the light was coming from. They were
awfully hungry and there was no one around, so they decided to rob the donut
shop. They took the donuts home, had a party, and ate all the donuts. The donuts
were very flavorful, fluffy, creamy and delicious. The next morning when they
woke up, they were in a very grassy place and the felt paralyzed. All they could
hear was MMOAA HA! HA! HA! HA! Dont eat my DONUTS!

The Garden Gnome

By Lesly
Let me tell you about a friend of mine whos not like you or me. Hes not a human nor animal.
He lives with a woman named Jessie and her two kids. When I say kids, I mean monkeys that
she rescued after their mother was killed. Their names are Delilah and Mario. On this particular
afternoon Jessie was feeding them before her sister Miriam and her daughter Merliah arrived.
Delilah cheerfully finished the juicy strawberry Jessie handed her, but Mario seemed to be
interested in something else. The garden gnome to be exact. The garden gnomes name is Bruce,
and I have been friends with him for a long time. Now most people dont think much of him,
they think he just stands still, but hes not really as still as people think. If you look closely you
can see him moving about the yard playing with the monkeys and watering the plants. About an
hour later Jessies sister arrived. While her mother and her aunt talked Merliah played with
Delilah and Mario. Then out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of something moving. The
garden gnome had moved. Merliah dashed inside to tell the grown ups what she had seen. I
think youve been out in the sun too long, said Miriam. Sit down. Merliah sat down and
looked out the window hoping to see the gnome move again. Nothing. Maybe I have been out
in the sun too long, Merliah thought to herself. Two hours later it was time to leave. Merliah ran
to the door that lead to the backyard and waved goodbye to the garden gnome. The gnome waved
back, except this time, Merliah stayed as quiet as a mouse.

Three Thousand Two Hundred Seconds Ago

By Kaylee
My name is Slugzilla. I am truly grateful for what I am. My kind has its ups and downs
just like our allergies. Our allergies are atrocious but they get us out of terraprise (that
stands for school in human language). Humans have never once accepted slugs (theyre
always stepping on us), that is until three thousand two hundred seconds ago when
radioactive gas hit our beautiful land. I am a slug. Slugs arent humans. We have alluring
sticky slimy bodies. We are grateful and passionate. Humans, on the other hand, with
their abominable soft skin and ratty hair, have never once been grateful. I prefer slugs
over humans only because we are smart though we act stupid. We are smart because we
have no humor. Other than humans they are naturally stupid. The only good thing about
being human is salt. They can touch salt. Salt is something slugs cant stand because we
go bats in the belfry when it touches our skin and then we fall over and expire. Right now
Im a test subject for a slug scientist. They gave me an antidote for my skin so I can touch
salt. They just put salt on the table. Well here goes nothin! I think its an abhorrent idea
but we do only live for ten million five thousand two hundred seconds.

The Three Stooges

By Austin
Yes! Im going to Hawaii! exclaimed Jackson, a 55 year old man from Detroit,
Michigan. He was explosively excited to go to Hawaii in the private plane with his cousin
Michael, when suddenly Jackson heard on the loudspeaker with despair that his private
plane broke down in Florida and was going to be stuck there for about two weeks.
Jackson was furious because he knew what that meant. He had to take a public plane to
Hawaii. And yes with about 18 kids! As soon as he got on the plane his nightmare began
with a five year old sitting in the back of him and, to his left, a baby that would not stop
crying for the whole trip. At about two hours into the trip, the little five year old kid got
his little orange toy plane and started aggressively banging it on Jacksons head. A one
year old was crying like he had been dropped from the top of Old McDonald's silo. A
man the was asleep, snoring like a 70 year old grandma that had just been chased an eight
foot puma. When he got off, Jackson was disappointed to see the baby, his dad, and the
kid stay were his next door neighbors in the same hotel. Those three, in his mind, were
otherwise known as the three stooges.

The Deer
By Peyton
I, the gorgeous green frog, live in a forest. One day I encountered my first deer.
Many frogs say that a deer is a dangerous animal because they drink as much water
as they can from our pond. When I saw the deer, I panicked and scurried to the
bottom of the water as fast as I could. I peeked over a rock from curiosity to see if
the deer would be able to drink so much water. I accidentally made a big croak
when I came higher on the rock to get a better look and I startled the deer. Its ears
shot up and it said, H-hello? Then I sat on the rock and the deers ears lowered.
Excuse me, dont scare a lady like that! the deer said sternly to me. Then, in fear,
as quickly as I could I said, I am so sorry miss. I didnt mean to scare you like
that. She continued to sip the water. Then her ears stood up and she bound away.
Then I went on with my swimming and being a frog.

The Kids
By Kellen
Whats this? I muttered. Three boys playing in my water fountain? I must be
dreaming. So I went to ask my mom. Oh no dear, she answered. I adopted
them this afternoon. Please treat them kindly. Of course mom, I will, I
muttered. Thank you dear, replied my mother. So the next thing I did was prank
them. I tried putting a spider in their bucket, but the stupid boys just laughed and
said, Oh looky, a birdy! So I tried to tell them that the fountain was full of
germs. But the weirdos just started drinking it. Wait a minute, I thought Maybe
reverse psychology will work. So I told them, That water is good for you. It
worked like a charm. They were out of that water faster than Twitchy can say
Mikasa Ackerman.