♪ Who's gonna help when the danger overwhelms ♪
♪ And the mysteries are piled high? ♪
♪ Who's gonna be around, never gonna let you down ♪
♪ When you're on a wild ride? ♪
♪ Your friends are always by your side ♪
♪ It's Craig of the Creek, he's gonna save the day ♪
♪ It's Craig of the Creek ♪
♪♪
It's Saturday!
Eight full hours
to explore the wilderness of the creek.
Eight full hours to not hit my fighting dummy.
Hyah! [ Squeak ]
Never turn your back on an enemy.
And eight full hours to touch this salamander.
Aah!
JP!
[ Gasps ]
Aw, geez. I went and wet myself.
I mean, I didn't wet wet myself, but...
Do you need to go home and change?
No, It's cool, guys. Uh, I'm still good to go.
Oh. Oh, wait.
Aw, no! I got my underwear wet.
Oh, it's conforming to all my contours.
Aw!
♪♪
Whoa! Whoa!
Ow! Laura!
Mom and I just cleaned the house yesterday.
There's no way I'm letting you inside
wearing those wet clothes.
All right. Well, then I won't wear them.
JP, no!
You can't just get in the buff out here in the open.
Why? What's wrong with that, Laura?
I thought all bodies were beautiful.
Your body is beautiful, but the neighbors talk about us, JP.
Well, mostly about you,
and it's mostly about the things you come home covered in,
like that time with the bees or all the paint
or the bees...again.
I thought they'd make me fly.
JP, you're in middle school now.
You need to start acting your age
and be more responsible.
Your friends here are younger than you,
and just look at how clean they are.
I'm going to go fetch you a towel.
Aw.
♪ The water comes down, and it cleaned my head and -- ♪
Huh?
Laura! Someone stole all my clothes!
Nobody stole anything, JP. They're all dirty.
Oh. Well, can you stay home from work
and wash them for me, then?
Sure. Forget about all those sick people at the hospital.
I'll just stay home and do your laundry.
You'd do that for me?
I'm joking. See you after work.
Guys, I got to find some clothes!
I'll get a higher vantage point and survey our surroundings.
I don't see...
anything up here!
Hmm...oh! This guy's got some clothes.
Hmm.
I think I can squeeze, but I could never pull off
a spring look this time of year.
It's okay, JP.
We can just hang out here today.
Yeah. Maybe your sister will come home
with a severed arm we could play with.
Actually...I might know something I can wear.
♪♪
my Sunday clothes!
But aren't those for special occasions?
You can't wear them to the creek.
Oh, come on, guys. It'll be fine.
I can go a day without gettin' dirty...twice.
Hmmmmm.
♪♪
Greetings, fellas.
[ Twinkle! ]
It is I, John Paul,
dressed toe-to-tip in his very dashing,
in-season Sunday suit.
This looks says I'm ready to chaperone your school dance
or finally ask out Barbara from the PTA meetings.
Uh, we saw you get dressed at the house,
but you look great here, too.
Why'd you change your shoes?
Uh, you have to commit to the whole look, Kelsey.
So, what's on the agenda?
I thought we could harvest golf balls
to cash in at the Trading Tree.
That sounds delightful.
♪♪
[ Grunts ]
See? This ain't gonna be so hard.
Aah!
[ Grunting ]
Blocked them all.
[ All shout ]
[ Grumbles ] Darn it! He's not here.
Paintball Mike?
Aren't you and your soldiers a little far from Rainbow Alley?
Our battlefield has been compromised, rookie.
Everything has gone topsy-turvy.
The seventh-graders have joined forces
with the darn first-graders out of nowhere.
It's a bad day to be 11, soldier.
Let's move out!
[ All shouting ]
Animals.
Don't those warmongers know people
tryin' to stay squeaky clean out here?!
♪♪
Looks like there's some fresh meat.
Ca-caw!! Wha--
All right, let's go fetch our spoils.
[ Chuckles ] Yeah.
Whoa! JP!
[ Both sigh ]
This might get a little too messy for you.
Just wait there for a little bit, okay?
[ Sighs ]
Well, at least I can't get dirty if I'm sittin' down.
JP, stop! That rock is covered in bird poo!
Eee!
So is that one! Oh!
Maybe you should just stand still.
[ Whimpering ]
Hey there, fellas.
Nice seeing your faces on a Saturday.
Can I interest you in our brunch menu?
We've got... orange slices.
Could we just get three chubby cheddars, please?
Ugh. How am I gonna move these oranges?
One for you, one for you, and one for you
that has not been opened!
Huh? Oh, JP!
I thought you were a health inspector.
They've all been opened.
Nah, I ain't no health inspector.
I can barely inspect myself.
Mmm. Mmm.
[ Sighs ]
How did you make it look so easy, Chubby Chancellor?
♪♪
Both: No!!
Huh? Huh?
Argh!
Aaaah!!
Ugh!
Ohhh!
Are...you okay?
[ Muffled ] Not really.
I'm the older kid.
I'm supposed to be lookin' out for you guys,
but instead you're always havin' to look out for me.
Uhh, JP,
I know you're going through a difficult thing right now,
and it's probably not the best time to bring this up --
You're gonna get grass stains on your butt!
Oh, dang! You guys, help me up.
If you both will excuse me,
I'm gonna go bury these emotions
deep inside me like a responsible adult would.
♪ Do-do, do, do, do, do-do-do, do ♪
♪ Walkin' away, don't look inside yourself ♪
What should we do? Don't look at me.
I dress like a warrior, not a therapist.
[ Pow, pow! ]
Hey! Hey! Break it up! You guys know the rules!
Rules don't matter anymore!
This paintball war was supposed to be
between us middle schoolers.
Those first-graders are just kids --
slightly younger kids.
You want to know what's not right?
Letting Cousin Bobby play. He's like 50.
Hey! I'm 23!
It's too late for Cousin Bobby.
Hey!
But these first-graders still have a future!
If Cousin Bobby stays, so do the first-graders.
Hanging out with JP all the time,
I forget that most middle- schoolers are barbarians...
and not the cool kind who wear fur underwear.
Well, one of us is right, and one of us is wrong.
That's how the world works.
So, how are we gonna figure this out?
It's not like there's some kid in a suit
who decides these things.
♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, everything is fine ♪
Why do they have to be in a suit?!
Because anyone in a suit is obviously responsible.
I ran out of things to sing.
That's it!
Well, I'll tell you what would be responsible --
solving this argument, because I'm about to shoot everyone!
That's why we need a kid in a suit!
Hey! This kid can help you.
Huh?
He's got a suit and a strong sense of moral --
All right. Suit's good enough for me.
What are you doin'?
I can't negotiate a peace treaty between the paintballers.
Come on, JP. You wanted to be a responsible older kid.
This is your chance to look out for everyone else
at the creek by stopping war.
Yeah. T-This could be big.
Maybe they'll even give me a Creek Peace Prize for this!
Thank you for joining me today, gentlemen.
Paintball Mike, would you like to go first?
[ Clears throat ]
"We, the United Sixth Grade Paintball Federation,
want the first-graders out of this war."
First graders are out. Paintball Benny?
Us other guys want to be able to keep the first-graders
to use as human paint shields and such.
The first-graders are in.
Hey! You just said they were out.
We seem to be at an impasse.
How about this? I'm just gonna write down a number.
Would you be willing to settle for this?
Uh, this is just a piece of paper that says, "300," on it.
Okay, you drive a hard bargain.
What if I were to add... a zero?
Now, it says, "0300."
That's it! No more negotiations!
Sounds good to me.
Aw, come on, guys! We can work this out!
You guys are brothers. You shouldn't be fightin'.
You should be huggin'.
I mean, can you guys even remember
how this silly war started?
Huh, maybe the suit's right.
What are we even doing here, Mikey? This isn't us.
♪♪
Oh, wait! [ Chuckles ] I remember how it started.
You shot Mike in the noo-noo. [ Laughs ]
That was messed up!
The war is back on!
[ All screaming ]
[ Gunshots ]
Craig: Incoming!
Get JP out of here!
Aah!
♪♪
Ugh! We're stuck.
And...sinking!
Don't worry! I'll save you!
Wait! Your suit!
Oh, dang. I don't know what to do.
All day, I tried to be responsible and not get dirty,
and now you guys are dirty, and I'm responsible.
I'd take a grenade for you no matter what you're wearing.
Yeah! You're our friend with or without the suit.
With or without the suit?
Then I'll take without the suit!
[ Zipping ] Uh, JP...
♪♪
[ JP grunting ]
♪♪
Aah! Look away, Mortimer!
♪♪
JP, you saved our lives.
We are forever in your debt.
Good job, JP.
Oh, hey, Laura!
John Paul, don't you dare tell me
you went out in your birthday suit again!
Naw, I wore my Sunday suit.
You did what?!
But don't worry. I didn't get nothin' dirty.
[ Chuckles ] Very responsible, JP.
[ Door opens ] Woman: Somebody put some
clothes on that boy!
Back off, Carol! His body is beautiful!
[ Door shuts ]
♪ When it's time to go to bed ♪
♪ Know you don't have to feel alone ♪
♪ 'Cause I'll see you tomorrow ♪
♪ At the creek ♪
Just like I drew it.