♪ 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! ♪
[scream]
[grunt]
[scream]
McGEE: Dear Mom...
Sorry I haven't written this week.
I've been really wrapped up in camp...
[buzzing]
[grunting]
Yes! That was totally worth it!
Woo hooo!
[grunts] What was worth it?
This!
[heavenly choir]
Isn't it breathtaking!
Seriously?
We climbed five hours to look at Camp Lakebottom?
The ultimate view of Camp Lakebottom.
[stomach rumbles]
And now, snack time.
What's on the menu, Squirt?
Rosebud's wormaroni and cheese sandwiches.
Would you like some too, little fly?
[fly whistles]
[laughs]
Come on Gretch, get a shot for my mom!
GRETCHEN: Say fleas!
BOTH: Fleas!
BUTTSQUAT: Don't forget me, Bottom Dwellers!
[coughing]
Buttsquat!
What took you so long, McGee?
Oh right, you don't have jet packs at Camp Loserbottom!
Hey Buttsquat. Wanna snack?
Then eat this!
[screams]
Gah, get out of my face flies! [screams]
Looks like he's not very hungry!
[screaming]
Oof!
[giggles] Thank you and thank you!
Ew!
McGEE: Gross! Gross! Gross!
The only thing I hate worse than spider webs
are actual spiders!
Oh really?
[whip crack]Buzzy!
[slurps and belches]
[giggles]
[retches]
Whoa.
Gross just got grosser.
Sorry about your little fly friend, Squirt...
That spider slurped up Buzz's insides like a juicebox.
Cool!
I'm gonna call you Webster.
No, NO WAY Squirt!
I am not sharing our cabin with that overgrown hairball!
[Gretchen in baby voice] What's the matter, McGee?
Afwaid of a widdle spider?
That spider is not little!
Ahh!
Cute! He's kissing you!
[screams] My favourite finger!
Stop! You're scaring Webster!
[chuckles]
[screams] Get it off, get it off!
[screaming]
Get back here, McGee!
I'm not done bugging you.
Huh?
[loud scream]
Ow.
You're such a buh‐baby about spiders.
Am not!
The only good spider is a squished spider!
[McGee screams] Get it off!
See, he likes you!
Ugh, I don't think this is a sign of affection.
[dinner bell clangs]
ROSEBUD: Come and get it!
Not good!
If Rosebud finds your spider, she'll cook it!
The only thing worse than having a spider as a pet
is having to eat one!
Woo, ungh!
Sorry Squirt, but we've gotta take Webster home.
But first, let's get some lunch!
[grunts]
Before I... lose... mine.
You stay boy!
[whimpers] [sad music]
[growls]
An extra‐special treat today!
French flies! [chuckles]
Silly me. Forgot the ketchup.
[loud whisper] WEBSTER!
[whistling]
Vat are you guys doing?
Uh, just playing a game of hide the ball!
Oh I love zat game!
Let's play!
O..kay...
[♪]
Hmmm...
[loud crash]
[loud gulp]
[gasp]
Hey! You cheated!
[nervous chuckle] You win some...
You lose some!
[nervous chuckle]
What's wrong, McGee?
You got der ants in your pants?
[stammering] Not exactly.
He's just hungry.
Have a fly, McGee.
[gulps]
Yummy...
Oooh, you like them?
The secret is I double fry them.
[coughs] Spider on my leg!
You hurt Webster's feelings, McGee.
Webster spits acid?
Suddenly the webs don't seem so bad...
[snoring]
So, I'm thinking a complete makeover for the campers' cabin.
[snoring]
Hmm...
[gasp]
How about full‐body hair dryers?
[snores]
Yeah, you're right, maybe not!
Perhaps we could dig up some coffins for closets!
That's right!
Leave everything to the Sasquatch.
[screams]
McGEE: Webster better not be in my bed!
[screams]
I think we have a spider problem!
[roars]
[screams]
[grunting]
Nice spider...
[loud shriek]
[screams]
[stammers] You don't want to eat me.
I taste like underwear.
Dirty underwear.
[loud shriek]
What's wrong?
Are you missing one of your babies?
[loud shriek]
Well, eight eyes, I didn't take your baby
but I bet I know who did!
Follow me!
[chuckles]
I've got a surprise for you, McGee.
Bad Webster.
Don't make me come up there!
Aw, that's it, webface!
No one messes with our counsellors!
Gaaaah!
It's time to get a taste of McGee!
Ya! Gyha!
Ai, ai, ai, ai!
[panting]
Uh, ugh!
Yah...
Ugh! Enough with the spider webs.
McGee! Get a grip!
Sawyer and Armand need us!
[spits]
Yes, enough chit chat!
Sasquatch and zombie in peril here!
You're right, Gretch.
I've got this.
[loud hissing]
You're kidding. That worked?
[loud hissing]
Hey Sawyer,
what do you think of spider silk for the curtains?
Oooh I like it!
And the dead flies will blend in with the rest of the room.
Oh yeah, now who's scared of who?
[loud shriek]
[shriek echoes]
What first flies and now spiders?
[grunts]
Okay arachnids.
This. Is. War!
[♪]
[laughs]
I think I'll make weberoni for dinner.
[Buttsquat screaming]
[coughs]
Time to attack creepazoid.
[screams] NOT ME! McGee!
MCGEE!
[Webster shrieks]
That's right mama, they have your baby!
Go get him, ugly!
Aw, don't cry Webster.
Did the mean McGee hurt your feelings?
[loud rumbling]
[loud roar]
My little spider phobia
just turned into a big spider phobia!
[loud shriek]
Oh hi, you must be Webster's mommy.
Pleased to meet yo ‐ ooop!
Woahh.
I think i'm in trouble!
Squirt! I'm coming!
Bleh! This stuff is gross!
That's it!
Let me friends go, you eight‐legged freakazoid!
[groans]
Oof!
Ha! How do you like Momma, McGee?
[grunting]
[loud roar]
I don't want to be a juice box.
Listen, you don't like me and I don't like you.
But we both like Squirt.
So let's spider up! Okay?
Ew. I'm good.
Yes! Spider McGee to the rescue!
And they call me dramatic.
[♪]
Who's the big momma now?
All right, McGee!
[screams]
[loud roar]
Uh oh, McGee.
Looks like Mama is hungry.
You're right, and I have the perfect snack.
Whoa! Ahh!
Come and get your yummy French Flies.
Ah, Ugh, stop, stop.
Oooh that tickles...
Hahahaha ouch!
Nice work, McGee.
Caught you spiders!
Prepare for squashing!
[gasp] Look at dat.
No one can resist my French flies.
Good bye pesky fly.
BUTTSQUAT: Owww!
I will have revenge!
Bye‐bye, little Webster.
Uncle Squirt's gonna miss ya, buddy.
Uncle McGee won't.
He's had enough spiders to last a lifetime.
Uh‐oh.
[groaning]
Now that's a shot for your mom.
Real funny Gretchen... Real funny!
[♪]