Well, here she is.
Kikiwaka Ranch.
Our new camp in the Wild Wild West.
What a historic moment.
I'd take a picture,
but I already dropped my phone down that well.
Genius idea, buying a working ranch and turning it into a camp.
I agree. I mean, sure it's a little rundown,
but it's much better than that place you wrote to me about
called Killer Pigeon Ridge.
Killer Pigeon Ridge?
What a dumb name.
What's this town called?
Dusty Tush, Wyoming.
Oh, yeah. That's definitely worse.
I can't wait for all the new campers to get here in a week.
They'll get to do all the usual fun camp things
and learn how to ranch from this here farm girl.
I can't wait to start my first summer as a camp counselor.
I just wish all of our friends were going to be here to see how good I am at it.
I mean, how much I miss them.
Yes, but Finn, Ava and Matteo are holding down the fort back at Camp Kikiwaka
Literally. That fort we built on the great lawn,
it keeps blowing away.
So, Noah, are you excited to meet new campers?
You're darn tooting.
Nope, not going to start that. Tried it on, doesn't fit.
I can't wait to start my job as activities director.
Get ready for this summer to be a nonstop crazy party.
Full of safe and educational fun, boss.
And on that note. Let's all raise a glass of sarsaparilla
and toast to the best summer ever.
To Kikiwaka Ranch.
Kikiwaka Ranch
Can I get a drum roll, please?
Ta-da!
But at least no killer pigeons.
You're darn tooting.
Nope. Should have let it go the first time.
♪ Kikiwaka, Kikiwaka
Finally here, the first day at camp.
Hey, does it feel great to have two?
Moose Farm. Now Dusty Tush.
One day you'll own a Kikiwaka
in every stupidly named town
in the country.
Sure, sure.
I definitely own this camp.
Hey, hey, look. A redhead.
We don't get many of those recessive genes.
Why are you being weird?
You do own this camp, right?
Of course. The owner and I
just have to go over one tiny little detail.
Which is I still have to buy it
and he still has to give it to me.
Wait, so you don't own this camp?
Lou, if I'm the more responsible one here,
we are in big trouble.
Look, the owner and I
have been emailing back and forth,
and he said it's basically a done deal.
Plus, he loves me.
He LOL'd at all my jokes.
Well, now we know this man is a liar.
He's coming by today,
and then it will be official,
because what's the other option?
Telling all the kids to go home
and giving their parents their money back,
then returning to Maine in disgrace?
Are our campers here yet?
Yeah. I can't wait to make my new boys
best friends with each other.
Just like I did with Finn and Matteo.
Weren't they best friends before you got there?
Girl, please. Was there even a camp before me?
So, Lou, who are my new Mustangs?
I'm ready to teach them everything I know.
Arts and crafts, nurturing the environment.
And on the last day of camp, we'll definitely promise
to write handwritten letters, not e-mails, in glitter pen.
Well, you actually only have one camper.
We're a new business. And the feral chicken scared off a lot of kids.
But according to what I have written down here,
Winnie is just the angel you described.
Ah!
Whoa!
That was way higher than I thought.
Anyway, I'm Winnie. Two questions.
Who's my counselor
and where's your tallest skate ramp?
You got me.
There is nothing written on this clipboard.
Hey, man. Are you Bill?
That's right. Bill Pickey,
named after my great great grandfather, Legendary cowboy.
And I'm Jake.
Named after my mom's favorite pet psychic.
Funny story.
He told us Mittens was jealous of me.
So now I have to bring her dead birds.
You city folk have sad, funny stories.
Right?
Anyway, my mom sent me to this camp because I play too many video games,
which is cool because I could totally use a break from technology.
Unless you got a phone. Does your phone have games?
Come on, man.
Nope, No phone, just practicing for this summer.
I'll be spending my days whipping this ranch into shape.
The chickens have been on their own for too long.
I think I saw them taking prisoners.
Oh, I kind of thought we'd be spending the summer
having fun together and becoming best friends.
Well, cowboy's work is never done.
Hey, coyotes.
I'm Noah. Yes, that Noah.
Ready to spend the summer having fun together and becoming best friends?
This guy gets it.
You guys go ahead.
I've got to meet the livestock.
The chicken need an alpha and it's going to be this guy.
But I thought we could all head down to the lake
and maybe do a fun trust exercise
where you make me feel better about something
that happened in middle school that I still cringe about.
Sorry, guys. The dogies are waiting.
What's a dogie?
What's a coyote?
Wait, seriously?
Let's see. Fireworks, gas mask,
blowtorch, tank of propane.
Toothbrush?
How'd that get in there?
So Winnie, Winnie, Winnie, Winnie.
Why don't you tell me a little more about yourself?
Sure, I'm Wild Winona Weber.
You've never heard of me?
Um...
The school bus bandit?
The pillow fight princess of Portland.
Man, I've got to get a PR guy.
I'm sensing you're a bit of a daredevil.
Absolutely not.
I'm a lot of a daredevil.
After all, I've only got one lifetime to do something legendary.
But don't worry. I totally know what I'm...
Ooh! Sorry. That baby is on a hair trigger.
Anyway. What was I saying?
Uh...
You were telling me what you're most excited to do at camp.
Please say fireside gossip.
That's a hard one.
I think it's either witnessing a real stampede
or using these propulsion fireworks I invented to try Jack canoeing.
Either way, challenge accepted.
Howdy. You must be the soon to be owner of my beloved ranch.
And you must be Marshal.
The Marshal.
Because you're US Marshal?
No, 'cause my name is Marshal.
And the 'the' because?
I'm fancy.
Okay. Glad we went on that circular drive.
Nice to meet you.
Well, nice to meet you.
You know, I grew up on this ranch,
and I really wanted it to go to someone special.
Which is why I'm so glad I got that email from you and Rusty.
Right? Holy, who?
I thought to myself, Nancy and Rusty Delmore are real ranchers
that know the value of keeping this place a ranch.
Can you believe
another lady wanted to turn it into a summer camp?
Oh, I am sure she meant well.
I mean, who would want to fill this piece of history with disrespectful kids?
Too true. Kids are the worst and not our future at all.
Hey, if you love this place so much, why are you selling it?
Well, I don't rightly have time to take care of it anymore.
But I do have some real fond memories.
Learning to ranch here as a little tyke
In fact, I would love to give you and Rusty a tour for old time's sake.
Oh.
I wish we could. But Rusty, he is just so busy ranching his little rusty butt off.
So, how about just give the deed to Miss Nancy?
Now. Now.
I insist on meeting Rusty.
The way you described him.
Ten gallon hat,
handlebar mustache,
and obsessed with jort overalls,
I got to meet this character.
So do I.
I will be back in an hour.
See you both then.
Okay.
In jorts.
Hey, there, fellow Mustang.
Guess who finished decorating her cabin T-shirt?
Wow, that looks like a sparkler factory explosion.
Don't ask how I know that.
Let's see your cabin T-shirt.
Actually, I made a Para-shirt. Like a parachute.
But, huh, well, you get the idea.
Please tell me you're not planning to jump off a cliff with that.
No, no. Don't be silly.
Not if you have a helicopter.
But is a cliff's all you got, challenge accepted.
No. Challenge never offered.
Maybe you should just decorate a cabin T-shirt like everyone else.
Uh, you could even use the glue gun to put some cute beads on it.
Sure I could, if I hadn't taken it apart to see how it worked.
I also now know how the table works.
Why don't we go find an outdoor activity?
Challenge also accepted.
Okay, but let's leave the Para-shirt.
Check out the coyote I drew.
You're still not getting the coyote concept, but I appreciate the energy.
Bill. There you are. Come, bond with your coyote brothers.
Or with me and whatever animal Jake thinks he is.
Sorry. No can do.
Just came in for a quick glass of water
before I go back to helping the chores.
Do you work here?
Well, Lou just sent me away and said, "Go have fun. You don't work here."
But maybe that's because she doesn't know I'm the Chicken King yet.
They made me their God.
Come on, do arts and crafts with us.
It turns out it's even more fun than video games.
Unless someone has a video game.
Does someone have a video game?
Seriously, guys, I'm fine with just doing my own thing this summer,
and you'd be fine with the distance too.
If you know how many beans cowboys ate.
Sorry in advance for my sleep toots.
Ah!
That was for the dirty paint brushes.
Yep. Tasted a little purple.
I don't get it.
What kind of kid doesn't wanna have fun at camp?
Or fart in front of his friends?
Winnie, why do you have a cow?
We're supposed to be going on a nature hike.
Now we don't have to go on a boring hike.
I discovered some beautiful nature right here.
Quick, I'll hop on its back.
You make it angry.
Hey, what are you doing with Shaquille O'Veal?
She shouldn't be out about. She has a cold.
Really? How can you tell?
Bless you.
A lesson to both of you.
Never point a cow with a cold directly at a person.
It got in my mouth.
I'll go get the Para-shirt to clean you off with, D.
I'll be right back.
Well, today's been a disaster.
Destiny, I'd give you a hug, but... gross.
Winnie is a lot.
Definitely not the camper I was expecting.
Oh, I really hope I can do this.
Hey, man, going somewhere?
No one will let me help them with ranch work.
They say the first day of camp is a play day.
So I'm sneaking out to the ranch to check out the cattle for myself.
I'm playing chess.
Lou's playing checkers.
Ooh, can I come?
I won't tell anyone.
Oh, no offense, but you'll probably just slow me down.
It's a long hike.
That's okay. If I get tired, you can just carry me.
Problem solver.
Hey, neighbors, mind if I hang out here for a while?
I think my counselor's had enough of me,
and I'm trying to stay out of trouble.
Then this isn't a good place to be.
We're going somewhere you can't tell anyone about.
Might be dangerous.
Why'd you go and tell me that?
Now I have to do it.
Fine. You both can come.
But remember, this is real cowboy work.
So don't get in my way
and do exactly what I tell you.
Also, no bathroom breaks.
I said what I said.
Okay. Remember, your name is Rusty.
We're married, we're ranchers.
And this is definitely not a camp.
I'm sorry. I didn't hear a word you said.
I've never shown this much thigh before, and I gotta say,
I'm pulling it off.
This is just until we officially own the ranch.
Then the Marshal can't kick us off this land
and you won't get weird tan lines.
Ah! This must be Rusty.
Thanks for taking time away from the cattle.
Well, you know what they say about cattle.
Uh...
Which I mean, I don't even have to say it.
We're all ranchers here. We know what they say.
Oh. That's my husband, Rusty for you.
He'd forget his mustache,
if it weren't glued to his face.
That's a joke. It's a real mustache.
Can we get this deal done?
Well now, hold your horses.
Rusty, Nancy said in her email
you got big plans for more livestock.
Livestock?
Yes, well,
I was just thinking...
You can't really go wrong with the more, uh,
uh, weirdos.
Uh...
Chickens. Chickens.
I'm mean chicken. Right, dear?
Oh, yeah. All coop, no campers is our motto.
Get out of here, randos. You're trespassing.
Oh, my Gosh.
Chickens, huh?
Well, I like that.
Focusing on smaller livestock.
So you got more time to practice with your jug band.
Jug band?
You gotta admit, that's so us.
Anyway, you ready for the tour?
Let's go.
I can't go far. These jorts are riding up.
Deal with it, Rusty.
So, what's going on with you and your counselor?
Talk to me.
The doctor's in.
I think I might be getting kicked out of my cabin.
I overheard my counselor say she didn't know if she could do this,
and that I was a lot.
You're not a lot.
No, I definitely am.
Just ask the 24 babysitters I went through last year.
Bill, you want to weigh in here?
I'm pretending I'm alone and that you're cows.
Okay, dude, I gotta ask.
Why are you so against having friends?
I'm not against having friends.
I've got a few horses I send holiday cards to.
You know what I mean.
You've been avoiding Noah and me all day.
I know and I'm sorry.
It's not like I don't want to hang out with you guys,
but I can't lose focus.
You don't know how much pressure there is being named after a famous cowboy.
I guess I don't.
I was named after a chubby bear.
I come from a whole long line of cowboys and rodeo stars.
I'm trying to be the best cowboy I could be,
so I can make them proud.
And I just don't see how horsing around with friends
and arts and crafts is going to help me do that.
But everyone needs a friend sometimes.
How do you know we can't help you?
And don't you want to have fun?
Like I said, I can't lose focus.
Take your eye off the ball for one second
and that's when you get into... trouble.
Ow!
Bill, are you okay?
Sure. This rock broke my fall.
Hold on.
Ah!
Why did you do that?
So you wouldn't be alone.
And I'd just like to jump off high things into low things.
But now who's going to go for help?
Help!
Hey, Mr. Rodeo Royalty.
Can't you do some fancy trick to get us out of here.
I'm related to a famous cowboy.
Not Dumbledore.
Aw.
That would've been so cool.
There you guys are.
Destiny.
Noah.
What were you guys thinking?
Running away on the first day of camp is my move.
How did you even find us?
We followed the trail of puka shells.
My necklace broke?
Man! Mercury is so in retrograde.
See.
The chamber's collapsing.
Okay. Everyone stay calm. I know what to do.
Just kidding. I don't know what to do,
It just seemed like the right thing to say.
We have to get out of here.
Challenge accepted.
I have an idea.
I supercharged this fire extinguisher.
That compound with my propulsion fireworks.
Might be enough to blast the minecart
through this barrier and down the tunnel.
But to where?
I don't know. Away from certain death.
This feels like a big picture moment.
Get in and pray.
I really wish we knew this girl better.
This is going to turn out fine, right?
It's okay that this is happening. What could go wrong?
You want a list?
You want one of these helmets?
Uh, yeah. This is the Para-shirt Girl.
I think so.
Hurry.
Okay.
Count to three.
One...
Well, we had a good run.
It's been wonderful counseling with you,
Oh, yeah.
Thanks for that demo.
You know, a jug band's almost better without the jugs.
Well, I guess I can't put this bittersweet moment off any longer.
What do you say we make this official?
Oh, please, yes. Come to Nancy.
It feels right leaving this important place of my youth
in the hands of such honest, upstanding folk.
Well, you won't regret it.
You might regret it.
Again, again!
I peed myself and I don't care.
What is going on here?
Oh, yay. The mineshaft leads to camp.
Well, the mine shaft led to camp.
Nancy, Rusty, what in tarnation is going...
Okay, I'm not Nancy.
I'm Lou. The woman who wanted turned this place into a camp.
You're the no good camping city slickers?
Knew this was a bad month to learn what email was.
Yes, we're the no good city slickers.
But please don't kick us off this land.
Request denied.
This land should go to someone who wants to keep it a ranch.
I want all of y'all out of here by sunrise.
Or 10:00 a.m. if you wanna sleep in, I'm not a monster.
Okay. And why is it you love this land so much?
Well...
Pipe down, I'm monologuing.
It's because this is where you learnt to ranch
when you were a kid. And now a whole new generation of kids
has a chance to learn to ranch here the same way you did.
And you could be a part of making that happen.
Yeah, I want to learn how to be the best cowboy I could be
at the Kikiwaka Ranch,
and maybe even make some friends along the way.
And I want to learn to put my bravery to good use.
Being legendary shouldn't mean you're not allowed in a public library.
And I want to learn how to do outside.
I got my hands full this summer.
So The Marshal, what do you say?
Well, I guess if a new generation
wants to learn the code of the West
and the ranching way of life, they can do it someplace else.
Start packing, y'all, the Dilmores are coming.
Sorry, guys.
Ooh! What the...
Oh!
It's my first text.
Maybe it's about my car's extended warranty.
"Hey, The Marshal, it's Nancy Dilmore.
"We never heard back from you about buying that ranch,
"and we're anxious to turn it into a...
"A yoga retreat."
Fine, the ranch is yours, but I better never catch
any of them downward facing dogs around here.
Okay. Twist. Looks like Kikiwaka Ranch is here to stay.
Quite the coincidence that The Marshal would get that text at the perfect time.
No, it's not a coincidence at all. I sent it.
Yeah, I know.
Thanks, partner.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go figure out why our kids
were in a rocket.
Campfire. First one of the summer.
Hey, thanks for coming to our little soiree.
And I see you don't like that word.
Well, I did say I would keep an eye on you.
And I have to admit, for city slickers,
these burgers are mighty tasty.
Thanks. They're vegan.
What!
Winnie, can I just ask, why did you run off today?
Well, I figured you were gonna kick me out of Mustang cabin anyway.
What? Why would you think I'd do that?
I heard you say I wasn't the camper
you were expecting.
You did?
I get it.
You weren't the camper I was expecting.
You were better.
Really?
The camper I was expecting couldn't have saved those boys today.
You were incredible.
I'm proud you're a Mustang.
No one else gets you.
I will fight them.
But then why did you say earlier, "I hope I can do this."
Because it's my first time as a counselor, and it's kind of scary.
I know I'm going to make a lot of mistakes.
We both will. But we'll learn together
because that's what camp is all about.
Deal?
You got it.
But you're really gonna have to keep an eye on me.
I'm a handful.
Challenge accepted.
Hey, guys, I, uh, made these for you.
Are these what I think they are?
They're friendship bracelets.
I whittled them myself.
No! I won't cry.
Not on the first night.
I just wanted to say,
maybe I was wrong about not needing friends.
I definitely needed them today.
Does this mean you're up for a "whittle" fun this summer?
Please don't make me regret it.
I'll take it. Can I get a coyote howl?
Don't worry, I'll get it.
I'll get it.
So, how does it feel to be out in the Wild, Wild West?
Definitely wilder. But, at least now I have this deed.
First task accomplished.
Wait, is... is that a treasure map?
A treasure map!
There's treasure on my land?
Give me that deed back.
Rusty, a little help.
Bill! Get a lasso.
I'm coming.
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