Challenge-

Pow: so like a sibling swap? 

Bash: ok.

Peter: I dunno... 

Archer Pastry: I mean I guess. 

They all go somewhere with each other. 

Pow and Archer.

Archer Pastry: so what you want to do?

Pow: how about play Minecraft?

Archer Pastry: sounds good to me. 

they go and start up a new survival Minecraft world and start to play it together on some laptops.

(sorry if I'm putting too much Minecraft in this, I'm just running out of ideas and minecraft is my favorite game.)

Bash and Peter.

Peter: ok so what should we do? 

Bash: I don't know psssbt.

Peter: it's Peter -_-

Bash: can I call you psssbt?

Peter: NO! >:(

Bash: psssbt it is.

Peter: I hate you, how would you like it if I called you something you didn't like.

Bash: you wouldn't have the guts to.

Peter: oh yeah... well whatever Bish!

Bash: that's the best you can do? wow just wow. oh I'm so mad you called me 'bish' Not.

Peter: grrr...

Bash: how about we go and explorer that forest? 

Peter: it's full of bugs though! 

Bash: don't be a scaredy swampkin! 

Peter: I won't! 

Bash: scaredy swampkin! meow! 

Peter: fine.

they go and explore the forest.

back to where Pow and Archer are playing Minecraft

Archer Pastry: Pow... why's my house on fire?!?!?!

Pow: I set it on fire.

Archer Pastry: But why?!?!!?

Pow: it's just a prank, dude.

Archer Pastry: next time don't grief my base! >:( 

Pow: it was an ugly base!

Archer Pastry: hey! it was liveable! *archer finally puts out the fire.*

Archer Pastry: *checks his chests.* Pow...

Pow: What?

Archer Pastry: where are my diamonds...

Pow: well... I took them.

Archer Pastry: Pow!

Pow: you should have better security.

Archer and Pow continue to play the game.

back to where Bash and Peter are exploring the forest.

Bash: wow this place is amazing.

Peter: more like creepy...

Bash: look a cave that's by a volcano.

Peter: I know what you're going to say and no!

Bash: will you stop being so scared, I've seen chickens braver than you!

Peter: I'm telling you it's trouble.

Bash: so I'll kick troubels butt whatever it is!

they go into the cave, weirdly enough they saw a light in the cave.

Bash: wow, let's follow it! there might be treasure!

Peter: will this dare ever end?

Bash: come on peter!

they come across trolls who seemed to be having a concert of some sorts...

Bash: peter get down!

they both hide behind a rock.

Peter: *whispers* I would of know to get down anyways... I'm not stupid as you think I am... plus I have more stealth then you. I've been on scout duty...

Bash: *whispers*what are trolls doing in the middle of a cave, doesn't seem like their style... neither does their clothing and playing guitar and drums.

Peter and Bash focus more on the trolls, they definitely do not look like trolls from the village that Archer lives with. so they are not the same type of troll.

Bash:*whispers* they are a different type of troll... I think they are rock trolls oh my how dangerous is this? I can feel the adrenaline. they are so cool though!

Peter: *whispers*yeah let's get out of here, I heard King Thrash bites the heads off of intruders and mounts them on the wall... imagine what he'd do to a party crasher... this is the prince of darkness were dealing with here...

Bash: *whispers* fine peter your no fun! why can't you ever be daring sometimes... no wonder you and Kaboom quit being a party crasher.

Peter: *whispers* whatever let's just get out of here!

they get out the cave unharmed and head out of the forest. 

Peter: I can't believe you made me do that.

Bash: also you acted like I couldn't handle Thrash if came after us... I'm the leader of the party crashers!

Peter: true, but you didn't have your pack to save you... or me...

Bash: well at least it was cool to see Rock trolls for once. 

Peter: that concert kind of makes me want to sing songs.

Bash: yeah me too.

Peter and Bash sing for a while. 

Back to where Pow and Archer are.

Archer Pastry: ahhhhh! *creeper sneaks up explodes and kills him in Minecraft* 

Pow: what happened? 

Archer Pastry: it was a creeper... I hate creepers...

Pow: yeah creepers suck, better watch out for those.

Archer Pastry: I think I see an enderman...

Pow: where? 

Archer Pastry: where I respawned... I'm trying not to look at him... 

Pow: kill him!

Archer Pastry: I have nothing on my hands right now I need to get my stuff back...

Pow: just stay right there so I can kill that ender man...

Archer Pastry: but I want my stuff back.

Pow: I don't care I want that ender pearl!

Archer Pastry: I want my stuff back!

Pow: make him follow you and go in the water!

Archer Pastry: fine. *looks at enderman in the eyes.* 

Enderman: *growls* *chases*

Archer Pastry: oh sugar honey iced tea! *runs and goes into the water.*

Enderman: *takes damage from water.*

Pow: there's the enderman! *fights enderman with her sword.* Pow! Pow! Pow!

Enderman: *is ded now.*

Pow: yes an ender pearl that will help us eventually get to the end.

(the fact that I made pow play better than I could ever at Minecraft...)

Archer Pastry: ok I'm getting kind of bored of this can we do something else?

Pow: ok, let's go swim in the lake. it's kind of hot outside today and it's getting close to fall so we won't get to do much swimming soon. I mean we have been playing this for three hours so two hours in the lake would be fun.

Archer Pastry: ok.

then they went swimming in the lake for an hour so far.

Bash and Peter get done singing random songs.

Bash: ok I'm sick of singing songs now, and it's really hot out.

Peter: yeah let's go to the lake.

they go to the lake. 

Bash: hey look it's Pow and Kaboom.

Pow: you guy's should swim in this lake.

Bash: just about to do that since it's hot out.

Then they all swim in the lake to cool off, and that's the end of the challenge. 

Answer to question- 

Bash: I've known Goliath since he was a calf, my aunt tack gave him to me when I was eleven years old. she found the baby mammoth's parents had been killed by hill monsters and knew that the calf couldn't survive very long without parents. so she took him home and we've been buddies ever since.