Now here's a survey for you, and here's a survey for you,
and I've even got a survey for you.
This is George Beard and Harold Hutchins.
George is on the left with the tie and the flattop.
Harold is on the right with the T-shirt and the bad haircut.
Remember that, now, because memories are precious,
and luggage is forever.
Ahem, listen up-- Ow!
The Federation of United National Camps,
- AKA the FUNC...
...wants to know what you thought of camp.
I'm meeting with them tomorrow to give them these surveys,
so I need you to fill them out today.
Oh, my gar!
We're right har and inside.
We can har you fine!
If we fill these out, can we have a fireworks show?
No!
Now let's take a stroll down memory lane,
celebrating all the fun we've had together this summer.
Are you talking to us?
♪ So many things we did ♪
♪ So many times we had ♪
♪ This camp was always good ♪
♪ And it was never bad ♪
♪ We're all best friends ♪
♪ We really had a ball ♪
♪ Lake Summer Camp's The greatest camp of all ♪
♪ Doo doo doo-doo doo ♪
Oh, so many good times. It's hard to squeeze them all in!
What are you talking about? You put our heads on other pictures!
You never had a wedding! And if you had, we would have RSVP'd "no"!
You were there. You gave me tongs.
-None of that happened. -Those are your memories, period!
Calling all units!
We have an escaped rhinoceros heading south on MacGuffin St.
Proceed with caution because it's a rhinoceros.
♪ So George and Harold make comic books ♪
-♪ We're cool! ♪ -♪ Me, too! ♪
♪ Now they're summering at summer camp And Mr. Krupp is, too ♪
♪ Once they used the hypno-ring And first they made him dance ♪
♪ Then accidentally, kinda on purpose Turned him into Captain Underpants ♪
♪ Tra-la-la! ♪
♪ With a snap, he's the Captain Flying through the trees ♪
♪ And don't forget when he gets wet You're sure to feel the squeeze! ♪
♪ Put it all together What could possibly go wrong? ♪
♪ Now this is the end Of the Captain Underpants song! ♪
-♪ By George Beard and Harold Hutchins ♪ -♪ Tra-la-camp! ♪
The Ludicrous Lunacy of the Loopy Laserlightmare!
Chapter 1: Focus Dupe.
Can you believe Krupp tried to trick us into thinking this camp was fun?
Jessica's business meeting did look productive, though.
That didn't happen.
And the real question is why does he care?
He wants to keep his job.
-How do you know? -Recon.
Krupp's meeting with the FUNC
is a job interview to be camp director next summer.
If the surveys are good, he's in.
What if the surveys are bad?
Then Krupp will be gone, just like this maguro, or albacore sushi.
Where'd you get sushi?
Dante is apprenticing with master sushi chef Maguro No Boukun.
You may know him as "the Tuna Tyrant."
Krupp's done. When everyone tells the truth on their surveys,
the FUNC will find out our summer camp is actually a prison camp.
-And then Krupp's out, I'm in. -Hold on.
If we do this, Krupp will ruin the rest of the summer.
-No fireworks show, no nothing. -Harold, this summer is already lost.
It's about the summers to come,
because the needs of the many summers outweigh the needs of the one summer.
Yeah, we're not doing this for us. We're doing this for future us.
Hey, Dante, what's fresh?
They'll have the sea urchin.
I'm afraid, but I'll trust you.
All right, time to read these surveys. Now, let's see.
"Mr. Krupp abandoned us in the woods.
He used us as unpaid labor and forced us to make boats out of garbage,
flooded the camp with toilet water,
made us run personal errands under the guise of a scavenger hunt"?
Ugh! Phony facts!
Even though it's all true, it's still all lies!
These surveys make me look like a monster!
Oh, the FUNC won't be down with that!
-So keep the FUNC in the dark. -Ah!
-How did you get in here? -The door.
Oh. What do you want?
I'm busy talking to myself!
I want to save your job.
The FUNC won't rehire you after they see those surveys.
How do you know about that?
FUNC...
And then...
-Do you want my help or not? -What's in it for me?
Your job. I just said that.
-Oh, go on. -These are blank surveys.
Complete them in your favor and give them to the FUNC instead.
-Genius! Why didn't I think of that? -Because you're not me.
-But you can pay me back. -In monthly installments?
All my money is locked up in guac.
You have to refrigerate guacamole!
What? Oh, no! I'm ruined!
I want this camp to be Melvin-friendly.
No outdoors, no sports.
And beakers, lots of beakers!
-Done! -Really?
Oh, yeah!
Sports are hard, outside is hot, and I have no idea what beakers are.
It's a container used in a lab.
How many people are in my office?
Krupp's gonna switch the surveys!
Man, those lip-reading classes really paid off.
Congratulations, you now know lip-reading.
So we're gonna switch them back!
Chapter 2: Switch Hunt.
"That's why I love Mr. Krupp and why I'm part of the Krupp-rising.
Also, I'm a kid and not Mr. Krupp."
And... done!
I'll just put these surveys in my briefcase
and go to sleep till tomorrow morning,
when I take them to my breakfast meeting with the FUNC and try to keep my job.
Hey! Overexplaining things is my job.
I said thief, not chief!
Oh! I thought dressing like the chief of police for a heist
was a bold choice.
All units! The rhinoceros is now in Avocadepot.
Pits are everywhere.
Bring nets! Uh, and cilantro.
-Your cop radio works? -Sells the illusion.
Got the real surveys.
Let's replace the fake ones and get outta here!
I told you they'd try to switch back the surveys!
So, it's not the Ghost of Summers Past?
Officer, arrest that boy!
Uh, lower your voice, sir.
You wanna tell me what you're doing in here?
Doing? Oh, I, uh-- Well, um...
Okay, I'm guilty! I did everything, even the stuff I didn't do!
You prong-less fork! That's Harold.
- Harold's a cop? - No! It's a costume!
Which means I'm not going to jail!
I'm a lock for next summer.
Not if we deliver the real surveys to the FUNC!
Those are the fake surveys.
Not if we deliver these real surveys to the FUNC!
Nice save, but how will you do that when the camp is on lockdown?
Behold!
The Summerclamp 2000!
There are so many traps, I don't even remember where I put them all.
And if by some miracle you bypass those,
the laser perimeter fence will stop you cold.
You can't lock us up forever!
No, just until the FUNC hires Krupp as camp director for next summer.
And then this camp will bend to my will.
-But I'll be in charge. -In name only.
In charge of names, like Antoine and Brenda.
Can I leave to water my fern?
Ah! No! You water it too much already!
So, the lit paths and the buildings are safe zones.
Everything else is the danger zone.
How bad can it be?
Bad as a werewolf surprise party.
-We need help. -Sounds like a job for a comic.
Chapter 3: Captain Underpants and the Return of the MISFARTS,
Mega Incredible Search Force Adventure Rescue Team Squad,
by George and Harold.
So... so, so, so, so, so!
One time, Captain Underpants called in to the Skippy & The Ape Morning Zoo Show
on the radio, and won a free vacation to Not A Trap Island.
But The Ape was actually Dr. Disgruntled, who had been wearing an ape suit.
What's his name? Dr. Disgruntled.
I can't hear you! Dr. Disgruntled... Now I got it!
...was wearing an ape suit and slowly building a radio career
just to get revenge for the whole Doom Dome thing
from another comic-- Doom Dome--
because Not A Trap Island was actually Trap Island.
Yeah, not a surprise. Saw that comin', here!
Luckily, the MISFARTS, some ragtag adventurerrrs
that have no business being a team, were there, too,
'cause they called into the Scooter & The Wombat Morning Circus Show,
and also won a vacation to the same island 'cause coincidence happens!
But Dr. Disgruntled was all, "No problemo. I made enough traps to go around."
Like the Mind Mine, the Tooth Punch, and Nerd on a Wire, and other puns.
But thanks to Thinks Thinking, Thumps Thumping, Winks Winking,
Codes Coding, and the rest of the MISFARTS misfarting,
the traps didn't stand a chance, not at all!
So, Dr. Disgruntled uncorked his ace of traps, Laserlightmare,
a monster made of lasers, which is amazing and also crazy dangerous.
Captain Underpants was all, "Tra-la-laser!" 'Cause what else?
Luckily, Codes gave all the MISFARTS laser pointers
'cause he gets a deal at "Nerds on Third," and there was a big laser fight.
Pew skew kazoo-zoo-zoo! Skew fazoo!
But Captain Underpants and the MISFARTS
were just too much laser for the laser monster,
and the lasers carved up the island like a turkey-- slice, slice!
So, Dr. Disgruntled had to get a job as a sidekick
on the Shady & The Skunk Morning Riot Show on the radio!
Okay, the end.
It's great to have the MISFARTS back together.
Thinks, Winks, Thumps, Codes.
And we've got some new faces and call signs.
Sweats, Hars, Helps and Hurts, welcome to MISFARTS 2,
Escape from Campcatraz.
Just a mock-up from the marketing department, work in progress.
Let's get started, 'cause this situation is life or death.
Wait. We could, like, diiie?
No. I mean, not unless something goes horribly wrong.
So, we could die!
Forget I said that. We're all gonna be fine unless we aren't.
Guys, we're the MISFARTS. We could handle anything.
And this time, we need to handle Melvin's Summerclamp 2000
and get out of this camp so we can tell the FUNC the truth!
How? I'm the tech guy,
and I still don't have tech skills, so I'm kind of dead weight.
We have a plan, and we could tell it, but we'd rather show it.
With a cool plan animation, or planimation, like in heist movies!
Thinks will handle the puzzle traps 'cause she's a thinker.
-Goes with the name. -Thumps will tackle
the physical challenges.
Literally, I'll tackle stuff.
Hars, Helps, and Hurts will break down traps psychologically.
We'll make those traps feel like they don't fit in anywhere,
just like Other Sophie.
When we hit tight spots, Sweats will slide through them.
Just call me Slides.
Wait, I'm-- I'm Sweats. Never mind.
And when we hit a weird trap, like Glow-nado, Winks will do her thing.
♪ Out of the box! ♪
And whatever tech issues pop up, Codes will hack our way through.
Or we'll all be stuck 'cause yesterday I couldn't make my phone work.
Gooch, that's a beehive.
Finally! Sorry, gotta take this.
And then all we have to do is beat Krupp to his meeting,
lay some truth on the FUNC, and boom!
-Our future summers are Krupp-free. -You realize it's not gonna go like that.
Of course it will!
And then we'll sit back and enjoy the fireworks.
♪ The MISFARTS! ♪
Once we step off this path into the danger zone, stick to the plan.
And above all, stay calm.
-New plan: run for your lives! -And panic!
Oh, the simulation undersold this!
Like, why is this giant metal ball so confident?
It's a ball!
Clever wall!
♪ Back in the box! ♪
Peanut butter?
At least it's not tech, 'cause my phone keeps biting me.
-Guys, we've made it to the perimeter. -Guys?
It's just us, but we can make it!
You can make it!
No, you can't, thanks to my fail-safe containment protocol:
the Laserlightinel 2000!
-Lightinel? Sounds like a mouthwash. -Or blood pressure medication.
No! It's "laser" and "sentinel" combined.
It's very clever. Behold!
It's Laserlightmare, from our comic!
Laserlightmare?
That's a better name. I'm stealing it!
I am Laserlightmare, a living prison of pure light.
I also do parties, group events, and concerts!
No, you don't!
Oh, okay. Just the prison thing, then.
Who likes dancing horses?
No! No laser shows!
Chapter 4: Blunder Dome.
Oh, hello, laser losers.
I'm on my way to a breakfast meeting with the FUNC at the Waffle Hovel
so I can give them the fake surveys in my briefcase
and secure my job as camp director next summer.
Those are narrator lines! Why are you doing my job?
And you? Enjoying yourselves?
Are we enjoying laser prison? No!
Why would we enjoy this?
Because next summer will make this look like a bowling party!
I'll give your regards to the FUNC.
Wait, where's my car?
We're never gonna get out of this laser cage.
-Yeah. Our last plan got us in here. -And your next plan will get us out.
I've done the math.
Because we're the MISFARTS and we can slip out of anything!
And the MISFARTS stick together,
just like the macaroni I used to reimagine our poster.
-Where'd you get macaroni? -♪ Don't ask! ♪
Like, we tear everyone else down, but we, like, lift each other up.
Literally. I'm lifting you up.
Anyone know how to turn this off?
-We do! -'Cause we're the MISFARTS!
♪ The MISFARTS! ♪
Okay, so what can beat lasers?
- Mirrors. - How do you know that?
We saw it on LaserBillies.
-I'm Billy! -And I'm Billy!
-And I'm Billy, too! -And we're the LaserBillies!
Shh.
Whoa, I got a laser on me!
Some would say the mirror is reflecting electromagnetic waves.
Others would say it's reflecting photon particles.
But it's two roads headin' for the same plane.
Anyone got a mirror?
Small, medium, laaarge, lighted, and maaagnifying.
-Take yar pick. -What about Melvin?
I'll handle Melvin, but you're gonna owe me.
Hello, laser lessers.
Hope your evening was unpleasant.
Mine wasn't.
I was busy redesigning this armpit of a camp into something glorious.
Goodbye, tennis courts. Hello, Melvarium!
Melvarium?
Sounds like the perfect venue for a laser show!
No! Your job is to contain.
Not entertain!
Now, look at these amazing blueprints. Ah!
You photonic fool!
What? I was just standing here.
-So, Melvin... -Huh?
...why don't we take a walk and you can tell me about your plans?
We who?
We, you and me.
We? Together?
Yes, we.
Just the two of us.
Let her out right now!
You're going to love my plans for the new exotic fungus lab.
Yes. I'm wild about fungus.
-Phase one complete. -Commence phase two.
Hey, Laserlightmare!
Why do you let Melvin crush your lasar dreams?
Because he created me.
But, like, that doesn't mean he's the boss of you.
If you wanna do a lasar show, you should, like, just do it.
And I know the perfect music.
♪ LaserBillies' theme song! ♪
That music is... awesome!
Let's do this!
Ja, ja, ja!
-Ooh, ooh, ooh! -Whoo-hoo!
-Phase two complete. -Commence phase three.
Gooch, mirrors!
I did it! I found something I could do!
I'm not dead weight!
Grease it up, Sweats.
I'm sorry, what's that? Yes, these are the best surveys ever.
Oh, you want me to be camp director for life?
Well, I'll have to run it by my wife, who's real and I'm totally married to--
All units, the escaped rhinoceros
has been sighted on Highway 28.
Hey, I'm on Highway 28.
Oh, no! Rhino!
Rhino!
And that's why I'm eliminating all the plants and wildlife here and re--
What is going on?
Uh, nothing?
-And where are George and Harold? -Who?
You had one job!
But it's not the job I want!
Oh, I'll fix that! Time to activate the Laserker Protocol!
Stop George and Harold.
Now, where were we, Erica?
-Thanks for giving us a ride, ma'am. -Why can't you drive again, Officer?
I'm the police officer, ma'am. I'll ask the questions.
Is that Mr. Krupp?
Eyes on the road, ma'am, and get us to the Waffle Hovel, fast!
I'm okay.
Aaand...
fainting.
Laserlightmare, what are you doing here?
I'm here to stop you!
What's different about you? Haircut?
Wait, you changed colors from green to red!
I like it.
-You're also roaring and scary now! -Don't like that.
You think you can keep me from the FUNC, boys?
Well, you're wrong!
Just like that-- that rhino was wrong!
Because no one slows down the Krupp Express!
Toot! Toot!
We need Captain Underpants!
♪ Tra-la-laser show! ♪
Can you make a laser walrus doing the dishes?
Captain Underpants, those lasers aren't a show!
They're a monster!
In that case, time to turn the lights out!
But not all the way out. I'm afraid of the dark.
Chapter Five: The Incredibly Graphic Violence Chapter,
presented in Laser Tag-O-Rama!
Because why fight when you can play tag?
When does the game start?
Will there be a bell or w-- Oh, I'm hit!
I've figured out where the laser comes out, so you guys are in trouble.
Oh! No fair, I'm hit again!
So dark in here, no one will ever find me.
Oh, no! They found me!
Whoa!
Oh! Those lasers overcooked me!
I'm gonna be tough and chewy.
Man, he's getting lit up by those lasers. We need to stop them.
Mirrors! Captain Underpants, grab the mirrors off the bus!
You mean the ears?
But how will the bus hear?
They're not ears! Just do it!
Done!
Oh, it's like looking in a mirror because I'm looking in a mirror.
Now use them to knock Laserlightmare back into the pond!
So we can fish for him?
No! Water bends lasers!
Gallerdarn it! That there crick done bent me laser!
That's 'cause water has a higher refractive index than air,
so it slows down the photons, ya idjit!
You boys want some uni sushi?
Punches may be closer than they appear!
Why am I wet? Where are my pants?
Oh, no! I'm late for the FUNC!
Can't stop!
Won't stop.
Almost FUNC time!
-George, Krupp's getting away! -Is he?
I mean, we're going faster than him and we're standing still.
- Krupp Express! - Toot... toot!
-Should we give him a head start? -No choice.
It's the only way to make this chase exciting.
George...
we can do it.
Yeah, we can.
Why are you talking like that?
Just run regular!
Hey! We're you from next summer. You're gonna blow it.
Told ya.
But first, we got a sign to fix.
"Pollution Pond: for looking, not swimming,
because it's polluted."
"Tooting frogs poop and tinkle in pond."
That explains the pollution.
Guys, you're killing us!
Wrap it up before you mess it up!
Come on, future us! You'd do it, too.
Well, you're right 'cause we're you.
Chapter 6: Running Late for a Beating.
We did it! We made it exciting and still won!
Cake! Had and ate!
Hiyah, Ms. Anthrope! Hiyah!
Hello, FUNC Committee board members.
Here are the real surveys. They're super real.
Is that turkey sausage? Mm!
He's lying! Those surveys are fake!
And he's a terrible camp director!
Lies! I've never seen George and Harold before in my life!
Heh, and I definitely know nothing about that laser monster
that I let one of the campers create to imprison the other campers.
-Ah! -♪ The MISFARTS! ♪
So, did the FUNC hire Mr. Krupp to be the camp the director next summer?
Chapter 7: What Do You Think?
- No, but the FUNC did hire Laserlightmare
to be the camp's official laser coordinator.
We pulled it off!
We saved the summers of the future from Krupp.
Because we're the MISFARTS!
♪ The MISFARTS! ♪
How long until we get our revenge?
As soon as I press this button on my Revenge-tion 2000.
Wanna dance...
-...Melvin? -Yes!
Never ask a genius to do a man's job.
What have you done?
♪ Laserlightmare, Laserlightmare ♪
♪ Destroying our camp tonight ♪
♪ Laser beams shoot from his hands ♪
♪ And destroy everything in sight ♪
♪ Ah ♪
♪ It's gone! ♪
Uh, I didn't want fireworks this bad.
Me neither.
-Still a good show. -No doubt.
Aw! What have I done?
How could things get any wor-- Ah!