[REVEILLE PLAYS]
>> ATTENTION, CAMPERS.
ATTENTION, CAMPERS.
IT'S TIME FOR CAMP LAZLO.
>> âª THERE WERE TWO SCOUTS
WHO MADE A FRIEND
AND LAZLO WAS HIS NAME-O
L-A-Z-L-O âª
>> âª L-A-Z-L-O âª
>> âª AND LAZLO WAS HIS NAME-O âª
>> âª AND THEN THE TRIO
WENT TO CAMP AND TURNED IT
UPSIDE DOWN-O âª
>> âª L-A-Z-L-O âª
>> âª L-A-Z-L-O
AND LAZLO WAS HIS NAME-O âª
[CAPTIONING MADE POSSIBLE BY
TURNER ENTERTAINMENT GROUP]
>> [INHALING]
AH...CHA CHA CHA CHA CHA.
>> THERE GOES SAMSON, THE CAMP
WIMP.
REMIND ME TO PUNCH HIM LATER.
>> I DEDICATE THIS MORNING'S
T'AI CHI TO S.M.I.T.S.--
THE SCOUTMASTER IN THE SKY.
AHHH.
[HUMMING]
AHHH.
WAIT.
WAS THAT THE RIGHT SEQUENCE?
EEK!
WHO THREW THAT?
HELLO?
ANYONE THERE?
ANYONE?
NOBODY.
S.M.I.T.S.?
[THUNDER]
AAH!
[PANTING]
[LOUD KNOCKING]
OH, A VISITOR.
HELLO, FRIEND.
EEK!
>> SAMSON.
ARE YOU IN HERE?
WE WERE LOOKING FOR SOMEONE WEAK
ENOUGH TO ARM-WRESTLE THIS
BUTTERFLY HERE, AND AS IT TURNS
OUT, YOU'RE THE WEAKEST.
>> SHUT THE DOOR!
CAN'T YOU SEE WHAT'S HAPPENING?
>> WHAT ARE YOU DOING UNDER THE
BED?
>> DOWN UNDER.
HE MUST BE SLEEPING AUSTRALIAN
STYLE.
>> I CAN'T SLEEP ANY STYLE, MAN.
NOT WITH S.M.I.T.S. AFTER ME.
>> S.M.I.T.S.?
YOU MEAN THE SCOUTMASTER IN THE
SKY?
>> I OFFENDED HIM BY DOING MY
T'AI CHI OUT OF SEQUENCE.
NOW I'M CURSED!
>> WHAT YOU DID WASN'T SO BAD.
YOU KNOW, TRY IT AGAIN.
>> I CAN'T.
I'M SCARED.
IT'S TRUE WHAT EVERYONE SAYS.
I'M THE CAMP WIMP.
>> NO.
I'M SURE S.M.I.T.S. WILL
UNDERSTAND.
[THUMPING]
>> UM, LAZLO?
AREN'T WE GOING TO BE LATE TO
OPEN THE CAMP STORE?
HINT, HINT.
>> YOU'RE SO RIGHT, RAJ.
UH, I ALMOST FORGOT.
>> YES, GO.
IT'S TOO LATE FOR ME.
SAVE YOURSELVES!
>> GOOD LUCK WITH THAT CURSE.
>> IT'S NOT SO BAD, LIVING ONE'S
LIFE UNDER A BED.
EXCEPT FOR THESE DUST BUNNIES.
[INHALING]
EEHHH.
[INHALING]
EEHHH.
[INHALING]
EH?
AHHH...
CHOO!
OH! OH!
MY NASAL SPRAY.
OH! OH! OH! OH!
IT'S EMPTY!
IT'S WEDNESDAY.
THAT MEANS THE CAMP STORE WILL
HAVE A FRESH DELIVERY OF NASAL
SPRAY.
AAH!
MERCIFUL NERT!
[STAMMERING]
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET TO THE
STORE?!
NERT.
IF I GET BEANED BY ONE MORE
BALL, I'LL GO INSANE!
[CRYING]
AAH!
HUH?
I'M ALIVE.
I--I'M ALIVE!
NOT A SCRATCH ON ME.
IN YOUR FACE, S.M.I.T.S.!
AAH!
OOF!
OHH...
[YELLING]
AAH! EHH! OHH!
HEH HEH HEH HEH.
[WHIMPERING]
HEH HEH.
NERT.
HA!
[HUMMING]
âª YOU CAN'T TOUCH MY PILLOW âª
[HUMMING]
LET'S GO, JELLY BEANS!
I NEED MY NASAL SPRAY!
OPEN UP!
>> PLEASE QUIET DOWN.
YOU ARE ATTRACTING UNNECESSARY
ATTENTION.
[WHOOSH]
[GASP]
>> GAME OVER.
>> HEH HEH.
HERE'S YOUR NASAL SPRAY, SIR.
>> [INHALING]
[EXHALES]
KEEP IT.
[GASP]
>> HE SAID KEEP IT.
>> WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?
WHY ARE ALL YOU GUYS JUST
STANDING THERE LIKE A BUNCH OF--
HEY, WATCH IT!
DOUGHBOY?
I SAID WATCH IT.
>> HEH HEH HEH HEH.
>> GRR!
I'M GONNA WIPE THAT DIPPY GRIN
OFF YOUR FACE!
OK, FELLAS, LET'S GIVE HIM THE
OLD KIDNEY BEAN PUSH.
ON THE COUNT OF 3, SCOUTS.
1, A-2, A-3!
>> HA HA HA HA!
MY TURN TO BE PUSHY.
>> LITTLE BOY IS A TOUGH GUY.
>> DID I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO
SPEAK?
I'M TIRED OF BEING PUSHED
AROUND!
S.M.I.T.S. KNOWS IT AND EVERYONE
KNOWS IT!
YOU'RE LOOKING AT A NEW SAMSON
THAT DOES THE PUSHING.
>> [LAUGHTER]
>> DON'T BELIEVE ME?
DID YOU EVER SEE WHAT A PILLOW
CAN DO TO A FACE?!
>> UHH!
>> AAH!
>> DINNER MUSIC.
GIVE ME SOME SODA POP.
DID I SAY YOU COULD LOOK AT ME?
THIS FOOD ISN'T GONNA CHEW
ITSELF!
[GULP]
>> THERE SHE IS.
>> WOW, SHE'S PRETTY.
>> LET ME SEE THAT!
I'VE SEEN BETTER.
I'LL KEEP IT ANYWAY.
>> BUT THAT WAS A PICTURE OF MY
MOM.
>> LOOK AT THAT SQUIRREL.
>> OOH!
AAH!
>> HA HA HA HA!
[LAUGHING CONTINUES]
[SNORING]
[BELL RINGS]
AH, ANOTHER DAY TO BULLY
EVERYONE AROUND.
MY ARMOR!
AAH!
WHERE ARE THEY?
[GIBBERISH]
COME ON, COME ON, COME ON,
COME ON, COME ON, COME ON!
IT'S ALL GONE!
OH, OH, OH, OH!
THE BALLS WILL GET ME FOR SURE!
A PILLOW FEATHER.
AHH.
HERE'S ANOTHER ONE.
HA HA HA!
AND ANOTHER ONE!
AND ANOTHER!
OH, NO!
THERE THEY ARE.
NEAR THE FLAGPOLE!
ALMOST THERE.
M-MUAH!
AAH!
UH, HEH HEH.
UM, HEY, EVERYBODY.
JUST--JUST PICKING UP MY
PILLOWS.
THEY--THEY SEEM TO HAVE GOTTEN
AWAY FROM MY CABIN.
YESTERDAY SURE WAS FUN, HUH?
I WAS JUST MESSING WITH YOU
GUYS.
ME A BULLY?
FUN AND GAMES.
HA HA!
W-WE'LL HAVE TO DO IT AGAIN
SOMETIME, HUH?
>> YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE,
PILLOW BOY.
NOT UNTIL WE ALL GIVE YOU A
LITTLE TASTE OF SOME PILLOWS!
>> YEAAAHHH!
>> OOH.
COMFY SOFT.
>> WHO WANTS TO BE FIRST?!
>> LET ME AT THAT BALL OF DOUGH!
AT-AT-AT-AT-AT-AT...
KNEADING DOUGH IS FUN,
MR. McMUESLI.
I WONDER WHERE EVERYONE ELSE IS?
>> BEATS ME.
>> NERT! NERT!
YOU GUYS DON'T UNDERSTAND.
IT WAS S.M.I.T.S. AND THE BALLS.
I SNAPPED!
IT WAS THE BALLS!
>> THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS THE
BALLS!
LET HIM HAVE IT, FELLAS!
>> THE BALLS MISSED ME.
S.M.I.T.S. IS PLEASED WITH ME!
I DON'T NEED THESE PILLOWS
ANYMORE.
I GUESS THE CURSE IS FINALLY
LIFTED.
OK, I DESERVE THAT.
>> OK.
I THINK I FINALLY FIXED THIS
MALFUNCTIONING BALL MACHINE.
>> EEK!
>> NOPE.
>> [LAUGHTER]
[SLURPING]
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[LAUGHING]
>> [BLOWS HORN]