Campers, there is something in the air.
-
And, no, it's not that.
It's the Camp Splinterwood Bake-Off!
Unfortunately, only one cake can be the winner.
Which means most of you are losers, and I get to use this…
- -…a lot.
And… go!
I'm feeling good about mine.
Hey, any ideas what goes well with cardboard?
Uhh! You're never gonna win, Red. I'm making poundcake!
Uhh! Heavy on the pounding!
I read that the faster you stir, the more air you whip into your batter!
But how much is too much? Huh…
Maybe that was a little too much?
-Mm-hmm. -Nah.
What are you making, Bomb?
Uh…
Hold on. Fizzberries, bluebernut butter, truffles? What's this?
Uh, nothin'! Just a recipe idea I've been, uh, you know, toyin' with.
Hey, Stella, Chuck. Check this out.
Why is my mouth suddenly watering?
Why is your mouth watering?
What's happening to us?
It's Bomb's recipe. It's great.
No, actually, it's brilliant!
You think so?
Well, I've never told anyone, but I have a dream of the perfect cake.
A cake that makes the world better just by existing.
Bomb, you gotta make this cake for the Bake-Off!
- -Ohh.
Even if I tried, I don't have the right ingredients.
Well, you know what I always say--
when something's important to one of us, we all band together to help!
When have you said that?
I've said all of those words… just maybe not in that order.
So, who's with me?
You had me at cake. We are making cake, right?
I stopped paying attention right after I heard the word "cake."
Yes! Now, let's get Bomb what he needs
and show Camp Splinterwood what a cake should really be made of!
Fizzlenut berries below!
One serving of bluebernut butter coming up!
Only one place to get the truffles Bomb needs.
The Pig Camp!
Wow! Because of you,
I can actually make my dream cake!
You know, with friends like you--
Yeah, yeah, we're awesome. No time for speeches!
Tickity-tock, tickety-tock. Clock's ticking!
You got this, Bomb.
-And… time!
Bomb, you are, like, disturbingly good at this.
Okay, campers,
-I'm ready to be disappointed.
I am sure you all did great, great, great!
Now, please bring your cakes up to the judging table.
-What a cake! -Yeah!
-Ooh, the acoustics on this one are nice!
Maybe… to the untrained ear.
All I hear is--
Ohh.
The competition is really tough.
-Ooh!Solid.
Oh, come on, campers!
It's like you're trying to be utter failures!
Bomb, you made this?
Uh… maybe?
It's… incredible! Oh!
-That's my friend! -All right! Yes! Yes! Yes!
Let me have a look.
Girthy, aerodynamic…
Oh, thanks. Is, uh, that good?
It's close to, but not quite, the worst thing I've ever laid eyes on…
We have a winner!
-Yeah, Bomb! -That's my friend!
-Yes! Yes! Yes! -Whoo! All right, Bomb!
I won? Wow!
I never could've made it without you!
This cake's the best thing I've ever done!
Wh-Wh-What's going on?
I know, I'm just as surprised as anyone that you won,
but your cake will be the perfect ammo
to win the food fight against the Pig Camp.
That's what this Bake-Off was for?
Uh, duh.
Wait, Bomb. You really didn't know?
Yeah, I mean, what else are you supposed to do
with a delicious, appetizing, mouthwatering cake?
Exactly! And this one's a real beaut!
Now excuse me while I hurl it at those big dumb pigs.
Wait! Oh… uh…
Hey, look over there! It's a diversion!
Uh, where's Bomb?
Who gives a flying tail feather? Where's the cake?
The food fight's gonna start soon, and that cake's our only shot.
We have to find it!
Where could he be?
Don't take my cake! Please!
Bomb, what's wrong? You won.
You don't understand.
The reason I don't compete in stuff is so there's no chance of me losing.
But then you made me think I could actually win.
And you did!
Yeah, but it turns out winning is worse.
This cake is the best thing I've ever done.
If they fling it, well, it's gone forever.
Bomb, you made a winning cake, and you deserve to hold onto that win.
Like I always say, when something is important to one of us--
This again?
Red, I've known you for years and have never, ever heard you say that.
I said it earlier, like not even that long ago.
He did, I can vouch for that.
Whatever.
Point is, Bomb, if you don't want that cake to get flung,
then we're gonna--
Band together…
Band together to keep it un-flung.
-Couldn't have said it better myself.
-Aah! -Wh-whoa…
-My cake!
There's the cake!
Get it!
Oof!
I got it! I got it!
Nice catch, Bomb!
Commence food fight!
Run!
Quick, under the slide!
I think I saw them run over here.
Oh, man, they're gonna find us!
My poor cake. It's doomed!
Aah! Uh-oh?
Is my fuse lit? It's lit, isn't it?
Ohh. I don't want to kill Cakey!
I don't want you to kill Chucky!
Don't worry, Bomb. We got this.
It's like Red always says, when something is important to one of us…
Okay, we give up! You caught us!
Where is the cake?
Like we'd ever tell you, Neiderjerk!
Uh, yeah!
Bomb is definitely not hiding it anywhere nearby, that's for sure.
Mm-hmm.
-Hmm…
Uhh! Ptuh!
Blah! Ugh.
Okay, fine. If we can't fling the cake, guess we gotta fling you!
Ah, birdfeed.
Bon voyage, losers.
Stop!
Bomb, what are you doing?
Take the cake. Here.
Okay, fine. I'll fling the cake. And the traitors!
What? I don't think so!
Let's bake!
Oh, could you, like, take care of him or whatever?
Neiderflyer, step away from the catapult!
Mm… nah.
Whoa!
Stick a fork in me. I'm done.
Mmm.
Uh, what about us?
It's been an honor.
Uhh!
-We did it! -Yes!
I don't get it. You could have saved the cake.
Why did you fling it?
I realized I could always bake another cake,
but I can't bake new best friends.