Once a year, Camp Splinterwood goes epic.
They call it Splashageddon.
It's the awesomest day of the summer.
Chuck, get your swim cap and towel.
Bomb, don't forget your shovel.
Let's move it, slow pokes!
What are we thinkin'? Sporty Chuck, Casual Chuck, Bird-about-town Chuck?
Oh, I'm gonna dig the biggest sand hole ever!
I'm gonna surf on Terrence's belly flop waves!
Waterslide! Waterslide! Waterslide! Waterslide!
-All right!
Let's get our splash on!
Cabin inspection!
Filth!
Disgusting!
Hey, some people like pineapple on pizza!
Ah…
Is this laundry or rubbish?
I'm not really into labels.
I've never in my life seen such squalor!
You three are forbidden to take part in Splashageddon
until this cabin is thoroughly cleaned, scrubbed, and dusted!
Aww…
No wailing! I have spoken!
Lynette, we both know they're disgusting screw-ups…
Why not let them go to Splashageddon and they can clean up later?
Or the four of you can stay here and clean this cabin until it sparkles,
and I mean sparkles!
B-But I'm not even in this cabin!
It's not fair!
You're darn right it's not fair!
I am not gonna stand for this injustice!
I'm sure she's gone. Let's just sneak out of here.
You know, we could just clean the cabin and then go to Splashageddon.
Come on, Stella. Cleaning the cabin would be admitting that Lynette is right
and we're a bunch of lazy, no-good bums.
But… isn't that what we are?
That's it! We'll dig our way to Splashageddon!
We'll tunnel to the lake and Lynette will never know we've left!
Red! Red! Red! Red! Red!
Start diggin'!
Bomb, legs please.
Yeah, love the creativity, but this is way more work than cleaning the cabin.
Sometimes you gotta go with your gut.
Well, my gut's telling me this is not gonna end well.
Okay. Time out. This is taking too long!
I got it! Bomb, you should explode!
Uh, okay! Here I go.
Did-- Did I do it?
Yeah, no. But that's okay because I was just gonna-- Boo!
Hey, come on, Red. That's not cool.
Why don't you leave Bomb alone-- Boo!
Sorry, everyone.
Well, we gave it a shot. Let's go back and clean the cabin.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! There's no reason to admit defeat.
We just need to use our heads.
If there was ever a moment I was meant for, it's this one!
Oh, please. Step aside.
Hmm…
-Whoa! -Uhh!
Stella, I like where your head's at… literally. Come on!
-Let's go!
Okay, according to my calculations, we should be there by now.
What calculations?
I calculate…
Huh?
Ah…
Hmm…
The familiar tangy essence of decaying plant matter.
A little gamey.
Tastes like lake water!
Oh, come on, boys. No need for the adoration.
We all know who got us to Splashageddon.
Okay, okay, you were right and I was wrong.
I knew that water tasted familiar.
Huh. That's weird. We seem to be in the boys' bathroom.
Uh, I don't think you're allowed to be in here, Stella.
Well, I'm not the one who led us here.
I said we should clean the cabin.
This is just a minor setback.
I actually think this is going pretty well.
Listen to Red, Stella. He's never wrong.
And even when he's wrong, he's always right in the end.
Yeah, Red always comes through.
-Inappropriate!
'Scuse me, stella. I'm wondering if you'd like to purchase any items
from our new line of Red-themed merchandise?
How about an "I Heart Red" foam finger?
Or an autographed shirt?
Or maybe Red-branded suntan lotion?
-Ahh…
You guys don't seriously think this is gonna work, do you?
I love Red, but he has no idea what he's doing.
B-B-But we always follow Red when he doesn't know what he's doing!
Just blindly put your trust in him. That's how it works!
Look, Red and me, we've been best friends since we were hatchlings,
but a stupid idea is a stupid idea,
and I'm putting my foot down right now!
-Uh-oh.
-Stella!
Stella, hold on! We'll be right down!
Chuck, grab your towel!
I'm coming!
Oh, whoa! Whoa!
Hey, check it out. I'm surfing lava!
You are so lucky I'm an awesome surfer.
Luck? Pfft. All part of the plan.
Red! Red! Red! Red!
Hey, you wanted to surf, right?
Well, yeah.
Weren't you just surfing back there?
Sure. But--
Come on, admit it, I got this!
Yeah, we'll see about that.
Yay, Red.
Come on. Help me push.
Where are we?
Wha-wow!
Nothing like a good scream to clear out the lungs.
The name is Rouge.
What are you doing here?
I'm on my way to Splashageddon, but we got a little sidetracked.
Whoa, that's a coincidence, 'cause that's where we're heading.
Well, you made it, mon ami.
Huh? You're right under the lake.
How long have you been down here?
Ooh, now let's see, um… I'd say about 40 years or so.
We fall into this mine shaft, been stuck here ever since.
Sure, it look bad, but I always come through in the end.
Boy, does that sound familiar.
Eh, we'll be at the Splashageddon any day now…
soon as we can figure out how to get out of here, eh?
We? Who's we?
My best friends in the whole world! Eh? They believe in me!
Ain't that right, mes amis?
Buck, Flomb, Ella, say bonjour.
Uh, you know how you said this was a stupid idea?
I think you might be right.
Aha! So you admit it! Boom!
Uh, I'm saying we're doomed.
Ah, still taking the win.
We're not doomed. Red'll save us.
Yeah, Red's got this!
Yeah. I totally don't got this.
Aah!
Guys, I'm really sorry I didn't get us to Splashageddon.
You should have listened to Stella and not me.
What are you talking about?
Yeah, that was amazing. You're a genius!
-I… I am? -He is?
Yeah, the way you made Bomb panic and explode,
causing the lake to drain us into the most epic water slide of all time!
Not to mention all the great digging I got to do,
and Stella got to surf lava!
Well, this is a surprise!
Everything's sparkling!
Huh. Guess Chuck and Bomb are right. You did come through in the end.
Thanks, Stella. Guess I am pretty awesome.
-Red! Red! Red! Red! Red! -Hmph!
Whoo, ha ha ha!
Yahoo!
See? I told you we make it to Splashageddon, mes amis.