♪ Camp Lakebottom where the zombies drool ♪
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♪ Camp Lakebottom where spooks are cool ♪
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♪ Camp Lakebottom don't eat their food ♪
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♪ Camp Lakebottom bring your monster attitude ♪
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♪ Camp Lakebottom, yeah ♪
♪ Camp Lakebottom ♪
[chuckles]
[screaming]
McGEE: Dear Mom,
they say that you should learn from the past,
but today I learned way more from the future!
I'm talkin' treasure, Gretch.
Diamonds, gold...
maybe even gold diamonds!
And to think we owe it all to a stick.
This isn't just a stick, it's a divining rod!
And it's gonna lead us right to the mother load!
Found something!
It's like the one I just lost!
Heh, what are the chances? [laughter]
Dibs on the loot, Bottom Dozers!
Activate digging mode!
Come to Buttsquat, Mr. Treasure.
Waaahh!
Aw Man!
All yours, Buttsnot!
Hey, this stick actually works!
[giggling]
Ya!
Finders keepers!
McLosers McWeepers!
Hey! Keep your paws off our‐‐
Mission Control, we have lift‐off.
Aah!
Treasure!
Cool!
Wow. A busted clock.
I can barely contain my joy.
Maybe it just needs winding.
Cool.
Wow. A busted clock.
I can barely contain my joy.
Coooo‐ cooo‐
coo‐coo‐cool!
Whoa!
Guys, this clock isn't busted.
It's a time machine!
Grab on and prepare to have your socks blown off!
Gah!
Ugh disgusting.
Whoa!
Time travel is spinny!
I see a barf bag in my future.
Whoa!
Welcome to the future Camp Lakebottom!
Could use some paint.
Rip off!
Where are the jet pack canoes and the atomic outhouses?
Hey, let's go ask those guys.
Excuse me, gentlemen, can you tell us where we are?
You strangers are trespassing
on the Sunny Smiles Slime Fields.
Sunny Smiles Slime Fields?
But what happened to Camp Lakebottom?
Camp...Lakebottom?
Haven't heard that name in ages!
ALL: Sawyer? Armand?
BOTH: Campers?
[cheering]
We thought we'd never see you again.
[whimpers]
I remember the day you disappeared...
Ugh disgusting!
Sticky!
Stylin'!
Oh yeah!
This Lakebottom filth is gonna make me filthy rich‐er!
SAWYER: Hey, slick! Seen our campers?
Hands off my slime geyser!
It's mine! Mine mine mine mine!
You can have your gucky slime.
We want our gucky campers.
Um...This bird knows!
A wild goose! Chase it!
Heh heh heh.
Knew that goose would come in handy!
Get me a drill. Stat!
[screams]
Took you long enough...
Ha! I am the Slime King!
Waa‐whoa‐‐oof!
Buttsquat made a bazillion bucks on hair slime
and bought the camp.
He only let us stay if we worked for him.
[cries]
It may be slimy, but it's still our home.
On the plus side, I can see my reflection in my fur.
Heh‐‐Whaa?
Who's the old guy?
Buttsquat won't get away with this!
He already did, thanks to this clock.
[honking]
Ewwww! Heeey!
Break's over, Bottom Slackers!
[uproarious laughter]
Whaddya laughing at, slime monkeys?
Aah! Oof!
[growls]
[laughter]
Hey, you twerps look like a buncha campers
I used to know.
Well, whoever you are, no trespassing!
So long, slimers.
[screaming]
Later, lame‐oids!
[grunt] Buttsquat's gonna pay for that
when we go back in time and...
gaahh! Ew.
This slime gets into everything.
Yeah. I've even got some between my‐
Don't say it!
Okay, Plan B.
We take back our camp, slime style.
Who's with me?
ALL: Go Lakebottom!
[painful groans]
This sewer line leads right into the plant.
[deep breath]
Once you guys unslime the clock,
head over to the factory. Got it?
Got it. Now go dethrone the Slime King!
Flush away!
[toilet flushing]
[♪]
Hey! Check us out!
Superstar‐slime‐Princess!
ROSEBUD: No contaminating the slime vats!
Uh oh, time to move!
[screaming]
They must be spic‐and‐span so hair goop
stays one hundred percent pure yucky!
Rosebud?
[gasp] Campers!
At last you have returned!
We missed you so bad!
[cheering]
You think it's funny to keep us waiting and worrying
and working for the Potato‐head all this time?
Can we just skip to the part
where you forgive us and we save the camp?
Done! Get to work.
Okay ‐
Save the camp? Ha!
I knew I recognized you, McTwerp!
Slime‐zooka!
Run, campers!
Gah!
[grunts]
Oof!
[laughing] Oh yeah!
[screaming]
Run!
No!
We've got to do something!
It's time to slime that slimeball.
[grunting]
Gah!
Ahh!
Aw...
You never looked better, Slimesquat.
Ugghh I'll get you for this, McDork!
[grunts]
As soon as I get outta here...
McGee!
Your time machine clock's all cleaned and ready to go!
Thanks, guys! Perfect timing!
Ow!
[hysterical shaking]
Did you say time machine?
Yeah. Cool, huh?
You just gotta wind back the hour hand and...
[grunts]
Squirt!
Thanks, Bottom‐Dweeber!
[laughing]
Oh man, I'm gonna hurl! You get used to it.
This outta‐sight spot will be our new camp, fur‐daddy‐o.
Right on, zombie man.
What should we, like, call it?
Camp Far Out? Camp Hang Loose?
How 'bout, Camp Groovilicious man?
Whoooaa!
Oh no!
We went back in time too far!
Way to go, Baldbutt!
That's Mr. Baldbutt to you, twerp!
Now hand over that clock!
No!
[grunting]
Where are we?
Mind blowing question, little dude.
We were just rapping on it.
Wait a minute.
We travelled back to before Lakebottom was built?
BOTH: Lakebottom...ooh!
Righteous name, dude‐ette.
You should put the outhouse over there.
Best view when you tinkle.
Thanks for the brain wave, little man.
[grunting]
Gotta split.
Far out!
BOTH: Peace.
Let go! You let go!
No, you let go!
GRETCHEN: I hope we're collecting
frequent time traveler points for this.
Let go! No, you let go!
Are we back in the present?
[groan] We better be.
I'm out of barf bags.
[grunting]
Hey! Someone dropped a quarter!
Hands off! I saw it first!
Thanks, Buttsnot!
Now, if I stop our past selves from time traveling
in the first place, I can fix everything!
Huh?
Not if I stop you first!
Whoa...Oof!
Grab on and prepare to have you socks blown off!
Aw... We're too late!
Or far too early!
Gah time travel makes my head hurt.
But we're right on time to stop the original Buttbrain!
Wahh!
Disgusting!
Sticky!
Stylin'!
[sniff] My beautiful hair.
What?
This Lakebottom filth is‐‐heeey!
Thanks for the distraction... me!
Now I can go back in time and make sure
my empire still oozes money.
[growls]
What's cueball talking about?
Long story...
Go ahead, Mr. Buttsnot. I dare ya!
BOTH: What?!
Relax.
I'm one hundred percent sure this probably might maybe work.
One hundred percent ain't what it used to be.
See you in the future, McGeek!
Gaahh!
Hahahaha!
Nice fall, chrome dome.
And according to my clock it's time to send
this slimeball back where he belongs.
Slime ya later, Mr. Baldsquat!
Ugh! Enough with the slime jokes.
You'll pay for this, Bottom Slimers!
I kinda doubt it.
The future is looking slime‐free.
Welcome to Camp Spacebottom, Slime King!
Now get to work!
Huh?
Gah!
Get off me!
Ow! Owww!
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