Look at him go.
We might actually be able to eat off these things now.
I know.
If I had 10 more like him, I wouldn't have to pay off the health inspector.
Matteo, you don't have to do that.
Cleaning is the counselors' job.
It's okay, I actually enjoy wiping tables.
It's part of my work out.
Can't you tell how swole I'm getting?
I mean... Whoa.Big difference.
Well, that does it for arms.
Time to go crank out some mad shoulder reps
with my feather duster.
Anyhoo.
Let me finish handing out this week's counselor duties.
Noah, you are in chargeof cleaning out the boat shed.
Avast! Me name's Captain Lambert,
and that boat shed shall be spic and span
from bow to stern! Argh!
Okay, I know you're pandering with the pirate voice
and, um, I'm digging it.
Rat Tail, you are in charge of the campers' haircuts.
Let's try not to pigeonhole ourselves, okay?
And, Ava...
It's gonna be something good, I can tell.
You are officially relieved of your PeeWeeWaka duties.
Wait, you're taking away my assignment?
Well, considering one of the kids
you were watching wrestled a skunk,
and the others were traumatized
by your weirdly dark puppet show,
I'm gonna go with yeah-huh.
Okay, I'll admitthere's been a bit of a learning curve.
But I can handle the responsibility, Lou.
I'm different this summer.
Let me prove it to you!
Fine.
But maybe you can prove it to me with a new job.
One that hopefully won't end
with you stinking so bad you have to sleep in the boat shed.
Argh, which will be spic and span from bow...
Okay, pick your moments.
If you really want to help,
I was thinking of reviving
the "Camper of the Week" program.
We used to do it back in the day,
but after I won eight weeks in a row,
there was a small uprising.
I can handle that!
How do I handle that?
First, you choose a deserving camper.
Then, you help them lead an activity of their choice.
Finally, you arrange a banquet
where the COW chooses a family recipe to serve
that represents them as a person.
It's a big job, but if you do it right
you can lead the PeeWees again.
On it!
Man, I can't wait to nail this and prove you wrong!
And help the camp, right?
Sure, yeah. That too.
♪ Kikiwaka, Kikiwaka
♪ Kikiwaka, Kikiwaka ♪
See, guys? Croquet is fun!
Isn't it nice to have a normal afternoon for once?
Hello!
So close.
Hi, Miss Tilly!
What brings you and your bird prisoner to Camp Kikiwaka?
Actually, he's my pet parrot,
and I was hoping
you kids might watch him tonight.
I have some guests coming over for a dinner party.
And this little guy could be a problem.
Sometimes he talks too much.
Yeah, I've got one of those, too.
Every once in a while, we just throw a blanket
over him so he thinks it's nighttime.
Wait, what?
Anyways, we'd love to bird-sit!
Oh, splendid. Thank you so much.
I'm out.
I haven't had the greatest experience with parrots.
Had one on my shoulder for a pirate-themed tap routine
and, long story short,
that's how I got my left ear pierced.
Still won that pageant, though.
Yes, parrots can be very difficult.
Honestly, they don't make great pets.
And they live for 50 years.
But a promise you make
to your late aerobics instructor is a promise.
What's your parrot's name?
Dwayne "The Squawk" Johnson.
It was either thator Stone Cold Steve Squawkin'.
Sure.
Hello, everyone, and thank you
for gathering for this very special announcement,
and, no, it is not that we found Estelle's pet spider,
who is still on the loose
and a very real threat to our smaller campers.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have got to go finish writing a speech
for the PeeWees on mortality.
Okay.
In less terrifying news,
it is my pleasure to announce
that Camp Kikiwaka is bringing back
the Camper of the Week program!
A competition? Why wasn't I informed?
I've just been wasting this summer having fun, like a fool!
So, who's Camper of the Week, Ava?
For the inaugural COW,
I picked someone who is an exceptional camper.
He follows the rules...
Aw.
...never makes trouble...
Make it attainable.
Matteo Silva, congratulations!
You are the Camper of the Week!
Congratulations, Matteo.
If it can't be me, I'm glad it was you.
Thanks, Destiny.
That must have been difficult for you to say.
It's easier when you don't mean it.
So...
What does Camper of the Week get?
All sorts of stuff.
No chores for the weekend,
you get to choose and lead an activity that we all have to do.
Logic puzzles!Not logic puzzles.
And, best of all,
you get to serve the whole camp
a family recipe that tells everyone who you are.
Oh, really?
I'm so glad I picked you.
You're gonna make me look so good!
And the camp. Dang it!
I keep doing that.
Okay.
I found Estelle's spider.
And it might also be a threat
to our larger campers.
How come you cut up Squawk Johnson's food and not mine?
I do cut up your food.
Oh, right. Thanks, friend!
Polly want a cracker?
No.
I don't want a cracker.
And my name is Finn.
My name is Finn!
Uh-oh.
We lost Squawk Johnson! This bird's name is Finn!
No, Finn.
Parrots just repeat words and phrases they hear.
Murder!
Wait, did he just say...
Murder! I'll make them pay.
Noah, if parrots only repeat what they hear...
who did he hear say that?
Well, the only person he lives with is Miss Tilly.
But it couldn't have been her!
Hello?
Get ready to die!
Oh, yeah.
It was totally her.
We're telling you,
something's going on.
Just hear Squawk Johnson out.
Never trust a parrot, Noah.
Plus, even if he did say "Get ready to die,"
he probably just heard it on TV.
Miss Tilly's Dinner of Death!
Wow, Destiny.
What a very specific and murder-y TV show.
Guys, remember what Miss Tilly said?
She's having a bunch of people over for dinner tonight.
Maybe she's planning to...
Finish them off!Exactly, thank you!
Miss Tilly is just a normal old lady
who likes to make scones, and push a bird in a stroller,
and hire children to perform jazz,
and, okay, "normal" is a stretch,
but she's still not a killer.
She said Squawk can be a problem because he "talks too much."
She knew this parrot would sing like a canary!
We should go check out Miss Tilly's.
We can't stand by and do nothing if people are in danger.
Plus, if she goes down for this,
we'll be stuck with this high-maintenance bird!
More fruit!
You ate all the fruit!
I'm only one man!
Okay,
this is my fault.
You said there's a parrot talking about a murder,
and I came anyway.
I'm out.
Maybe we should tell Lou.
She won't believe us either.
We need to find more proof at Miss Tilly's.
Who wants yummy scones?
Ooh, and maybe some yummy scones.
Let's go!
Ava,
why is your Camperof the Week doing chores?
Uh, I don't know.
Maybe it's leg day?
And have you gotten that recipe yet?
Yes.Can I see it?
No.
I didn't expect a follow-up question.
But I swear I asked him.
I don't know why he hasn't done it yet.
Well, find out! You promised
you would take this seriously.
And I have a lot of important stuff to do.
Like, right now,I have to go help Chef Jeff
out of a six-foot spiderweb.
And if he survives,
he is gonna need that recipe.
Matteo,
what are you doing?
I thought I told you the COW doesn't have to do chores.
I guess you didn't know I was such a bad boy.
There's a lot of darkness
hidden beneath these delightful curls.
Look, if I catch you doing any more chores,
I'm going to have to punish you.
Like take Camper of the Week away from me?
Oh, please.
You'd have to do something really wrong for me to that.
And don't forget to get me that recipe!
Oh...
You'll get a recipe all right.
A recipe for disaster!
Ow.
I'm still sore from all that dusting.
There you are.
I'll need you later.
Did you see that?
Yeah.
She sure needs a lot of steak knives
for a woman who mostly serves baked goods.
Let's spread out and start looking for proof
of what Miss Tilly's up to.
I found something!
What is it?
A piece of paper, Noah!
Try to keep up.
It looks like a listof people Miss Tilly's mad at.
"Mr. Crumbwell left me standing at the altar.
"Mrs. Hobart didn't offer mea seat when I was standing at the altar.
"Ms. Devon stole my man and became Mrs. Crumbwell!"
How could someone leave Miss Tilly?
If I find a girl who loves baking and wrestling,
I'm gonna put a ring on it.
These must be the names of her dinner guests.
And why she's planning to take them out!
Just like Bird-Finn said!
We need to show this to Lou!
Right this way, into the parlor!
Quick! The closet!
Come in. Come in.
Welcome. Welcome.
Welcome.
Oh, I am pleased you all could join me.
I have been so looking forward to it.
I, too, Mr. Crumbwell.
Almost as much as the wedding day you deprived me of.
Now, everyone. Settle in.
I have a killer evening planned for us.
Must be mice.
Mice with colds?
Noah?
Finn?
Don't distract us with our names.
The parrot told us everything!
There is nothing to see here.
There are drinks in the adjoining room.
Go. Mingle.
You're all in danger!
In danger of having a great night!
Go. Mingle!
We know what you're planning!
I see.
Well, I'll just have to find a way to keep you quiet, then.
Okay. For my Camper of the Week activity,
I'll be giving the camp a demonstration
of one of the most powerful natural forces on Earth!
Behold!
Magnetus Maximus!
Um, Matteo,
this looks a little...
Dangerous? Yes, it is.
But no one does science because it's safe.
You do.
That's what you said you like best about it...
Silence!
And prepare to feel the raw magnetism of...
Well, a magnet!
What's it...
What...
What the heck, Matteo?
If I didn't know you better,
I'd think you knew this would happen.
It does seem that way, doesn't it?
Oh, well.
I guess I'm just not Camper of the Week material.
I'll see myself to a time out.
What is going on?
This used to be an afghan
I've been making since I was 13
and joined a knitting circle with my nana so I'd have friends,
and I'm not the one on trial here. Ava, what happened?
It's not my fault!
Matteo went overboard with his COW activity.
I think the power went to his head.
This is why you don't encourage children.
No, this is whyyou're supposed to be supervising him.
I knew thisresponsibility was too much for you.
No, no, no, Lou!
I got it. It's under control.
It's the flagpole, isn't it?Yeah,
it's the flagpole!
Please, Lou.
Give me another shot. I promise I can get the COW
program back on track by the tonight's banquet.
Have you evengiven the banquet recipe to Chef Jeff yet?
Have you even gotten him out of the big web, yet?
Touche.
But, seriously, one more mistake and I'm giving
the PeeWees to another counselor.
Is that hang glider coming straight for us?
Matteo, turn off the magnet!
Turn off the magnet!
Noah... Finn...
Ugh. They must've really gone to Miss Tilly's.
I can't believe it.
This is your fault.
Most parrots just want crackers,
but you want to start a fire
so you can watch the world burn.
Poison in the scones!
What did you say?What did you say?
No! Before that!No! Before that!
Are you saying Miss Tilly is putting poison in the scones?
Poison in the scones!
Yes, that!
Wait, did you just say it because I said it?
Yes, that.
Okay, you know what,I'm just going to assume you squawked
what I think you squawked you big bird brain!
She's fun.
There you are.
It's recipe time.
What? I'm still Camper of the Week?
After what I did?
Man, I'm bad at being bad.
We're running out of time before your banquet tonight,
so I went ahead and emailed both your parents.
And they each sent me a recipe that you love, so pick one!
Why did you do that?
Because you wouldn't! And I want to celebrate you
and my newly restored sense of professionalism, ya doof!
I can't believe you!
This is exactly what I didn't want to happen!
Hey, Matteo.
Obviously something's bothering you,
and I'm sorry that I haven't asked about it sooner.
In my defense, I'm very self-absorbed.
But I'm asking about it now.
So, come on.
Talk to me.
Well...
It all started when you told me
I had to pick a family recipe.
Is that what you're worried about?
It doesn't matter which one you pick.
You've seen what we eat in this place.
But it does matter.
My mom is from Brazil,
and she makes oneof my favorite Brazilian meals.
And my dad is from Panama,
and I also havea favorite recipe of his.
You said I had to pick one meal that represents me,
but I feel like if I pick one or the other,
it's like I'm saying I'm one or the other.
And it just doesn't feel right.
I know it probably doesn't make sense.
Matteo,
it makes perfect sense.
Look, in school,
I was always asked to check a box that described who I was.
My mom is Black, my dad is white,
so, who was I?
But it seemed like neither box really told my whole story.
So what did you do?
Well, after a while
I realized I didn't have to pick a box.
I could make my own.
One that included all the awesome things
that make me who I am.
And I think you should make your own box, too.
But how do I do it with this dinner?
You're the smartest kid I know, Matteo.
If anyone can think outside of the box,
it's you.
Thanks, Ava.
I think I have an idea.
Does it involve magnets?
No.Good,
because I'm still on the hook for a new flagpole.
Excuse me.
Have you seen my friends?
There's a tall, theatrical one.
And a weird, smellier one.
My name is Mr. Crumbwell.
I was once engaged to our hostess,
but left her stranded at the altar.
She was devastated for a time,
but I do hope she harbors me no ill-will.
Okay, a simple "no" would've worked.
Miss Tilly!
Ah!
Lovely, another party guest.
Where are my friends?
Squawk Johnson told me that you put poi...
Tut, tut!
Let's get you settled.
Wait.
Those are scones.
Nay, they are works of art.
I should have never left her at the altar.
No! Mr. Crumbwell, stop...
Luckily, you are too late.
Now, let me take care of you
the way I did Noah and Finn.
No!
There's poison in the scones!
There is? All I can taste is love!
I figured it out!
Moira Mulberry is the killer!
What the what? I thought you were dead!
He is!
And dead people can't guess the killer, Jed!
Oh, yeah.
My bad.
Can I get another scone now?
Scones are for peoplewho stay in character, Jed!
What is going on here?
Who's Moira Mulberry?
Oh, that's my character.
Miss Tilly's not a murderer.
She's just hosting a murder-mystery party.
Her character got leftat the altar and is getting her revenge.
It's pretty juicy.
Welcome to Miss Tilly's Dinner of Death!
That's what Squawk Johnson said.
Yes, he heard me planning the whole thing
and kept repeating all the surprises.
That's why I needed you to bird-sit
so he wouldn't spoil the fun for my guests.
When Miss Tillyfound us here, she explained it all.
Even added us to the party.
Gave us characters and everything.
Yeah, I'm Boytonbraum Bigglesworth.
That's not even close to his name.
Briarbatch Baltonship?
Your character's name is Matt!
So that means...
I ruined your party.
Oh, fiddle-faddle.
You didn't ruin anything.
Jed did.
Look, I wanted to go bowling tonight.
You, dear,
just brought a little extra drama to the evening.
Maybe more than a little.
I sort of fired offa text without all of the information.
All right, Tilly,
give me my boys or I'll give you the nose pickin' of your life!
For the record, I never trusted you.
Also, your scones are dry!
Excuse us.
Lou, sidebar.
Update on Estelle's spider.
It is still at large and now armed
with the good kitchen scissors.
So, if you see something...
It's probably already too late.
Over to you, Ava.
Welcome, everyone, to our Camper of the Week banquet.
I was going to tell you a bit about Matteo,
but I think he should tell his own story.
Matteo?
Hey, everyone, it's your Camper of the Week.
Sorry again about the flagpole.
What happened to the flagpole?
Maybe we didn't havethe weirdest caper this week.
When I found out I had to choose one recipe that represents me,
I didn't know what to do
because I'm not just one thing.
I'm Panamanian,
I'm Brazilian,
I was born in Canada,
and I'm a scientist.
But, with Ava's help,
I realized
I don't have to put myself in a box.
Thanks, Ava.
So tonight, I had Chef Jeff
make you a meal that represents all facets of me.
A Panamanian stew with Brazilian meats,
a side of Canadian poutine,
and a tiny hint of molecular gastronomy.
As a great counselor once told me,
you may now remove your boxes!
I'm really proud of you, Ava.
What can I say? You proved me wrong.
Congratulations, you're back in charge of the PeeWeeWakas!
Yes! Thank you, Lou!
Wow, you really love those kids, huh?
No, it's just so much less work than Camper of the Week.
Oh, you're still in charge of Camper of the Week.
Say, what now?
Now that you've provenyourself to be such a capable leader,
there are going to beso many more opportunities for work...
I mean, growth.
Is this what happens to achievers?
All right, cowards,
Estelle's spider won't be causing us any more problems.
I did what needed to be done.
Am I the next Camper of the Week, or what?
I'm starting to remember why we retired this program.