♪ 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! ♪
Ahh! Nooo hoh ooo!
Dear Mom, Western Days got a little out of hand.
What's the best way to clean raccoon drool off a cowboy hat?
(Crowing)
(Yawning)
Happy Western Days!
Yeee haw!
Why it's a celebration, partner!
Thanks, pardner...
or should I say Ma'am?
It was the last costume left.
Pretty...
Anyways! I love Western Days.
I mean...
I reckon Western Days are the best!
Time's a‐wasting, cowpokes.
Yeee‐hhaawwww!
We're not really going to poke any cows are we?
Giddy up!
Yeee‐hhaawwww!
Ow!
This wasn't part of my job description.
Oh!
Woo hooo!
I don't get paid enough for this.
(♪)
Ooh‐yah!
Oof!
Oops.
And here's a song I wrote when I was just a wee buckaroo.
(Flatulence)
Sorry. Beans make my bum rumble.
Ugh!
Do me a favour and point your 'rumble bum' the other way.
Cool! Thanks for the tip, Gretch!
(Yawning)
Well, this has been a good Old West Day,
but now its time for bed.
Not zo fast, McGee.
It iz you turn to take ze garbage to the trash shed.
Awwww... how far is the trash shed?
Not zo far.
Awwww...
And remember! Make sure you lock it up.
Ve don't want raccoons!
What's the big deal?
Fuzzy tails, little robber masks;
raccoons are like the cutest bandits ever.
Zat may vee true where you are from,
but zis iz Camp Lakebottom
and ze raccoons zat live in these woods...
are ferocious bandits.
Muahahahaha!
Okie dokie, fine. I'll lock up the trash.
Good.
(Groaning)
Hoo! I gotta be getting close by now.
Oh, man, this is gonna take about a thousand million years.
Or... I could just finish it up in the morning.
What's the worst that could happen?
Oh yeah, right, ferocious raccoons...
ha‐ha‐ha!
McGee!
You remember to lock up the trash?
Yes, I remember to lock up the trash.
And I'll do it first thing tomorrow morning.
(Quacking)
(Gowling)
Up and at 'em cowpokes... ahh!
Huh?
What happened?
I'm guessing, McGee happened.
Uh...
Zo, McGee.
Iz zer zumthing you'd like to tell me?
You have lovely eyes when you're angry?
Oh, why, zank you I... Aahh!
Maybe zumthing about ze garbage?
Ohh, that.
Funny story...
that bag was huge and the mountain was huger
and my tummy hurt and the dog ate my homework and I...
Look at ze eyebrow.
Ze eyebrow never lies.
It's so big...
If ze garbage stays in ze camp, ze raccoons vill find it,
and zey vill keep coming back!
Okay, okay, my bad.
I'll clean it up.
Much obliged for the help, pardners.
No problem.
Oh, and by the way, the whole cowboy talk thing,
totally not getting annoying... yet.
It's getting dark, so I'll stash the trash in the mess hall
'til morning.
(Groaning)
Oh darn, I've torn my dress.
(♪)
All done!
(Heavy footsteps)
It's probably just really big squirrels.
Huh?
Aaah!
Blackpatch!
Hello, Rosebud.
I knew that one day you'd finally make a mistake
and I'd sniff you out.
Ve don't vant any trouble.
Vy don't you go find another camp to terrorize.
Argh!
If its garbage you're lookin' for
I hear that Camp Sunny Smiles has excellent trash.
I believe The Garbage Gazette called it "putrid"
and "vomit inducing"!
Argh! Argh!
I hate just hanging around.
Keep ze dirty claws off our campers!
Argh!
Aaah!
(Laughing)
Sasquatch to the rescue!
Woah!
C'mon fellas, let's be gentleman about this...
Oh, my word.
(Belch)
(Whistling)
They're eating all the food in the kitchen!
See you tomorrow night!
Bwahahaha...
New camp rule!
Everyone must be inside before the sun goes down.
No fair!
Way to go, McGee.
Dag‐nabbit!
Not much point to summer vacation...
if'n you can't stay up past your bedtime?
Shucks, maybe they won't even come back...
Aaah!
(Laughing)
You're safe for now.
Black Patch vil go away when the sun comes up.
What gives?
A long time ago, I used to feed ze little raccoons
ze table scraps.
Oh, how zey loved my cooking.
Oh, just like you all do.
(Coughing)
Zen one day, I accidentally mixed zum military grade
plutonium into my cupcakes...
And when ze raccoons ate ze scraps, Phoom!
They turned into the foul beasts of the nether regions.
Don't blame yourself, Rosebud...
that could happen to anyone!
I'm hungry.
What are we going to do without food?
And how am I going to keep my boyish figure?
I'll wither away.
Don't worry compadre,
we can eat these here red pickle things.
McGee!
Whoa!
Not pickles, no, my funny looking friend.
Ze vorld's hottest peppers.
One bite vill set your inzides on fire.
But there's nothing left to eat...
Phawh!
What you mean, nothzing?
Who vants zombie sooooup?
Mmm... zesty!
(Gagging)
Whoa up there, cook lady.
I've had it up to my britches with those low down bandits.
Now listen up, gang.
This here camp is ours and I aim to defend it.
I'm the one who got us into this mess
and I'm the one that aims to fix it.
Now who's with me?
Or...
we can try the zombie soup...
(Flatulence)
Heh‐heh‐heh! That's more like it.
I say it's high time we stand up
to Black patch and his gang
and take our camp back.
Sounds good, but how?
With the one thing they didn't eat.
Ah‐ah‐ah, be careful, McGee.
Dese peppers vill burn you
blacker zen ze campfire marshmallow.
Yes, ma'am.
That's exactly what I'm a counting on.
Heh‐heh, heh...
Everybody in position?
Argh!
Come and get it, Garbage Breath.
I hope you're cooking up something real special!
Me and the boyz is hungry!
Well, lookie here boys,
the little hombre is all by his lonesome!
Size isn't everything, you overgrown garbage gobbler.
Okay tough guy, now you get it!
Ooh, watch out boys!
He's got a banana!
This banana's gonna make you split!
Now!
Ambush!
Aah!
Yikes!
Okay, tough guy!
Now you get it!
Not if you get it first!
Ah!
Argh!
Aaah!
Looks like McGee is in trouble!
Time for plan B.
Plan B?
Ve vill have to do zome thinking to come up vith a plan B.
Hm.
Argh!
I'm out of amo! Help!
I'm coming, McGee!
Ahh!
Huh?
Argh!
(♪)
Argh!
Ahh!
Things are about to heat up!
Aaah!
Mmm, not bad...
Aaah!
Whoa!
Aaah!
Keep on running, Pepperbutt!
And don't let me catch you 'round these here parts again.
Well, you did it, Sheriff.
Nah, we all done did it.
And is this western talk all done did, too?
Yeah, I reckon so.
That's right!
'Cause tomorrow is space day!
[♪]