♪ Camp Lakebottom, where the zombies drool ♪
[scream]
♪ Cape Lakebottom, where the spooks are cool ♪
♪ Cape Lakebottom, don't eat that food ♪
♪ Cape Lakebottom, bring your monster attitude ♪
♪ Camp! Lakebottom! Yeah! ♪
♪ Camp! Lakebottom! ♪
[explosion and screams]
McGEE: Dear Mom.
Sending tons of laundry home this week.
You'll need plenty of soap...
and maybe a taser.
GRETCHEN: This better be worth it, McGee.
Squirt and I need our beauty sleep.
Take it from the Prank King.
This will be the greatest prank ever pulled
on Buttsquat and his Camp Sunnysmilies.
And we're doing it ‐ Lakebottom style!
Now remember, we don't want to set off any any ‐
alarms.
[alarm blasts]
MCGEE!
[gears whirring]
Eat mud, Bottom Dwellers!
Incoming!
Time to surrender, don't cha think?
I will never s ‐
Ah! Ahh!
You can run but you can't hide!
Over here Squirt!
Ahh!
Uh! Pee‐euw!
Hey! Those are private!
GRETCHEN: Okay, okay! Huh?
We surrender already!
[sniffs]
Time for plan B!
Ahahaha!
MCGEE!
Take a good whiff, Buttsquat!
That's the sweet stink of victory for Camp Lakebottom!
UGH! We will have our revenge!
McGEE: Oh man! Squirt!
Your stinky gitch totally saved the day!
Gitchy was so brave.
Yes you were, Gitchy.
Yes you were.
That is disturbing on so many levels.
McGEE: Here we are, Camp Lakebottom.
Home sweet, creepy, monster‐filled home.
[scream]
You know, Sawyer,
normal counsellors don't go around waving chainsaws!
Sorry, campers.
We've been tracking a seriously noxious stink.
I'll never get the odour out of my fur.
[loud clicking]
Der stink readings are off de scale.
Ve must decontaminate der underhosen immediately!
[sobs] GITCHY!
McGEE: Cheer up, Squirt!
Once your butt huggers are clean
you can start over and make some brand new stank.
[sobbing]
You've never washed your undies?
That's gross, even for boys.
Ode to a pair of skeevie skivvies.
A royal reek. A putrid p ‐
Just wash 'em already!
Might as vell do a full load vile I'm at it...
A little toxic cleanser...
[whirring]
[loud clatter]
Those are seriously tough stains.
[belch]
Uh, Squirt.
Did your underwear used to... glow?
Gitchyy! [laughs]
You're still yucky!
Gitchy?
[screaming]
The Gitch is ALIVE!
[loud roar]
And it's not alone!
[screaming]
Gitchy!
Watch out, Squirt!
Keep your crusty crotch away from my pal!
[loud roar]
Owwww!
[relieved sigh]
[grunting]
[screaming]
No! Gitchy, come home!
Gitchy!
Gitchy, where are you?
[rustling]
Ugh, ah, ahh!
Ah!
Squirt, your Gitch has totally snapped its elastic.
Gitchy would never hurt me.
Except for sometimes when it's hot out
and I get this itchy rash...
Told you I'd get revenge!
Buttsquat!
Wait'll you see your precious Camp Lakebottom
covered in toilet paper.
Nobody messes with ‐
[screaming]
[giggles]
[frightened panting]
How much ammo you got?
Four rounds. But it's triple ply.
We're gonna need every roll.
[screaming]
[roaring]
GITCHY!
I'm almost out.
Me too. Guess this is it ‐
Stop!
Gitchy!
Don't be afraid! Time to come home.
[lush music]
Gitchy!
Watch out, Squirt!
No! Don't!
[fart]
[loud roar]
[sobbing]
I'll never wear underpants again!
[whispering] We have GOT to get those undies
back on that butt!
Uh huh... Squirt,
I think I know how to get you
back in your back huggers.
Really? You're a true pal, McGee!
BUTTSQUAT: Helllooo!
Uh, a little help here pleaasee?
Ugh!
[groans]
[Gitchy breathing heavily]
Now that Gitchy is gone,
you must be my new best friend.
McGEE: A‐ha!
Gotcha Gitchy!
Now let's get'em to Rosebud!
[gasp] You said I'd get Gitchy back.
I'm sorry I used you as bait, Squirt. Honest.
[sobbing]
Look on the bright side Squirt,
your tragic loss has inspired an interpretive dance.
[♪]
[pop]
Now time to clean the mean out of Squirt's Gitch!
Ohhh! I've seen this movie.
This is the part where we're torn to shreds.
[screaming]
Are we glad to see you!
Thanks, Campers.
Zombies don't hear that enough.
We're DOOOMED! [clicking]
Don't worry.
These soaker shotskies are locked and loaded
with super concentrated detergent.
Sweet!
Now let's tear these clothes a new back flap!
[screams]
Hm... [screams]
[gasps]
OPEN FIRE!
Take my hand!
[slow‐motion voice] Nooooooooo!
Never saw that one coming.
[screech]
Ugh, maybe we can to talk about this
over a cup of fabric softener?
You want a piece of me?
Then try a little static electricity!
CHARGE!
[loud boom]
[cheering]
Nice.
[gasp] The Gitch is gone!
And so is Squirt!
He must have slipped out during intermission!
That Gitch is going down.
Don't worry Gitchy.
We'll run away where no one can find us little buddy!
But first I gotta tinkle.
I can't let you do that, Squirt!
You can't tell me when I can and can't tinkle ‐
Ex‐friend!
Not that.
THAT!
[loud roar]
Hiiee! Ha!
[screams]
Ah! Ah! Oh!
Gitch wedgie!
[growling]
Ow!
No more Mr. Nice Butt!
[cocks gun]
Okay, I know this looks bad.
But we really do want to help you.
It's not Gitchy's fault, McGee.
You're trying to wash away years
of beautiful, stain‐filled memories.
[farting]
[laughs]
[farting]
[screaming]
[farting]
[farts]
[cocks gun]
REVENGE!
Noooo!
Gitchy! [sobs]
[sobbing]
He gave up a lifetime of stains...
For you, McGee.
Maybe not.
I wouldn't do this for just anyone, squirt.
[inhales]
[gasp]
[cracking]
[laughs]
Who's the Prank King now?
My two best pals. Gone!
[laughs]
Helloooo.
Triumphant mocking happening here.
[exhales sharply]
[gasp] McGee!
And Gitchy!
[laugh]
[screams]
[splash]
Gitchy!
You know, the smell kinda grows on ya.
Okay guys, let's put McGee out of our misery!
[cocking guns]
[splat]
[♪]