Good morning, Camp Splinterwood!
As you head out to your next activity,
be sure to look out for--
Care packages!
Huh?
Huh?!
Ooh! Oh!
Whew!
Have a Splinterwood-iful day!
Look, I know our counselors expect us to… shoot some hoops,
but sports isn't really my thing-- Ow!
So, why don't we… take it easy and--
Will you stop that?
Oh…
Neiderflyer.
Uh, this basketbird court is taken.
We were here first!
You want to fight for it?
Oh, please say yes.
I can't even remember the last time I was in a fight.
Um, just now, in Arts and Crafts?
You got a problem, vase?
I'll tell you what. I'll let one of you shoot for it. Make it, take it.
Look, Neiderflyer, you're being as charming as always.
By which I mean, not charming at all. But, how dumb do you think we are?
Should I shoot from over here? Or here?
How about here?
How about over here?
Chuck! I'm open!
Ugh!
-Oh! -Ah!
Oh yeah. In your beak--
-Yoink!
No. Not you. Him.
Uh…
Okay, it's all on you.
This is it. One shot for the win. No pressure.
Okay, maybe some pressure. Maybe a lot of pressure.
But it's okay.
Just don't think about the pressure!
Not helping, Chuck. Bomb, you got this.
Ahh!
And that is game.
Hey, look! It's a care package somebird's parents flung from home.
Looks like a nice one, too.
We'll take that.
I don't see your name on it, Neiderflyer.
I don't see yours either, Maroon.
Come on, you know my name is Red.
So sorry, did I say maroon? I meant moron.
That's it!
Yes, that is it!
Hi, Matilda.
Oh my. Your chakras… they are just--
Ooh, they are bursting with energy, aren't they?
Uh-huh.
Anyhoo, like I was saying, that is it! My campers' care package.
I thank you and the universe for finding it.
No problem. I mean, what kind of jerk would take candy from a hatchling?
Cabin raid!
Guess that answers my question.
How could Neiderflyer do that?
It makes me angry!
And when I get mad, I get--
Lunch!
I guess I get lunch.
But after lunch, I get even.
I'm gonna raid Neiderflyer's bunk and get the hatchlings' care package back!
Now, we just need a plan.
Okay, okay, plan. Ooh! I got it.
Bomb blows up Neiderflyer's cabin
while the rest of us use paddles to tunnel in from below.
Wait, no, that's a terrible idea.
Okay, forget that.
So we push Neiderflyer's bunk to the lake, float it onto the water,
and then swing over from the bungee rope course
and board it like pirates.
Arrh! Ha ha ha.
Actually, that's a dumb idea, too.
How about we borrow nurses' uniforms from the infirmary
and then quarantine Neiderflyer's bunk for bird flu…
-No, that's a plan-- -Hey wait!
This one's not so crazy. This could actually work.
Give it to me straight. It's bad, right?
Look, I'm not going to lie to you.
It's bad.
And here you go.
I can't believe that worked and without any consequences whatsoever.
Up top!
Cabin raid.
-Whoa!
-You put them in Terence's cabin? -Yup.
Why are you doing this? This seems like way too much effort for you.
Maybe because I never get care packages.
Or maybe I'm just bored. Slow day at the office.
Neider-jerk.
He's here.
Droppings!
Okay, look, yes, Terence is on the large side,
but how tough can he really--
Is he bench pressing his cabin?
We gotta get the hatchlings out!
Yeah, you guys seem to have this under control, so I'm just gonna--
This is my fault.
If I hadn't gotten mad, the hatchlings wouldn't be in this mess.
I gotta learn to control myself.
What? No, Red.
You getting angry and making sure bullies and jerks don't ruin our summer,
that's what makes this the best camp ever!
Well, that and the marshmallows.
Ugh! You're crushing my hollow bird bones.
Thanks.
And thanks for saying all that, buddy.
Yeah, I never knew you could talk that much. I like it.
Me too. And you're right. We gotta fix this.
By pulling one last raid on Terence's cabin.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait!
No, no, no, no! I meant we should go tell our counselor… Mighty Eagle.
Sorry, boys, I got bigger problems.
This bod? It's not gonna tan itself.
That's literally how tanning works.
Yeah, that's-- that's great, guys.
Hey, ladies, got any extra sunblock?
-I got a lot of real estate to cover here.
Ugh! I guess it does have to be us.
Okay, we're gonna need an amazing plan
because if Terence even suspects we messed with his bunk,
he'll stomp our beaks straight out of our butts!
You don't need to come up with a plan. You already did!
I did? I thought my plans were too crazy to work.
They totally were, on their own.
But put them together and you got a plan that's so cuckoo insane,
it just might work!
Come on, you gotta explode.
The whole plan starts with you blowing up, so don't blow it, I mean, do blow it!
Not helping.
Maybe this will.
Chuck said the hatchlings were in trouble, and the only thing that will help is this.
Fire in the face hole!
Everybody out!
Two, three, four. Yup, we're all here.
Including him!
We're too far away for him to see who we are!
Terence doesn't know which campers to pound!
What are you doing?
Making sure Terence knows who to pound!
-That's a terrible idea. -If I can just--
Everybody off!
Bomb's away!
You got it.
No! I meant Bomb's away from where he was gonna catch me!
I'm fine.
Oh, thank you!
Thank you, thank you, thank you!
Uh, could you hold these for a second?
Stella, jump.
You don't have to crash and burn with me.
You're dang right I don't.
Ever since kindergarten you've been getting me in trouble.
And if you think I'd miss a minute of it, you're insane!
Ha ha! Whoo-hoo!
Oh, I can't wait to dig into this thing.
What? How did your cabin get here?
I-- I didn't-- No, please don't pound me.
Please don't pound me! No!
I believe this is yours.
Aw. They'd like to share it with you.
-Sweet. -Gimme, gimme, gimme!
After all that I would have thought this would taste better.
That's probably because it's underwear.
Ahh!
Mommy!