Uh, excuse us, please.
Make a hole, cheeple. Coming through! Girl on a mission here!
-Agh! -Ah!
Oh.
I love how you tickle my tum-tum, Mr. Unicorn.
Whoooo! Oof!
How did that get wrapped around me?
It's not mine. Hey, Stella, wait up!
Can't stop. It's Friday and it's 2 p.m.
I'm not missing Slung-Fu again.
Nothing's gonna stop me.
Attention, campers!
Camp Splinterwood is under a Category Four Mayonado warning.
Return to your cabins immediately!
Sorry, kids. No Slung-Fu. Dojo's closed.
Nooooo!
Is it just me or is there always some dumb emergency at 2 p.m. on Fridays?
There's nothing dumb about mayonnaise wreaking havoc at 200 miles per hour.
Now, back to your cabins, everyone.
None of this makes any sense!
Right? Mayonado season isn't until January.
It's not just the mayonado. There's something every Friday.
Sorry. Dojo's closed. Bubble blizzard.
Uhh!
Sorry, dojo's closed.
Uh, bee-rush fire?
That's right. Swarms of bees that cause brush fires.
Let me guess a shoe-nami? Earthworm quake?
A dull-cano eruption?
Someone pooped on the mat.
Ew! I mean…
Nooooo!
Something's not right. I'm goin' out there.
No, Red! Don't do it!
Somethin' fishy goin' on and I'm gonna get to the bottom of it.
He was too good for this world!
Ooh! I call dibs on his unicorn hat!
It's not a hat!
And it's not mine!
Huh?
Hmm…
What the…
Hey, Harold.
-Whatcha doin'?
I'll never talk!
It was all Lynette's idea! She said she needed her "me" time!
I just can't take any more questions!
That's why we haven't been able to do our activities?
Agh!
You don't understand. This is something you don't wanna mess with.
You know, Harold, you're right.
I'm gonna go back to my cabin and pretend this never happened.
Ah, gee, that sure is swell of you. Thanks!
That was easy.
Guys, there's no mayonado! It's all Harold and Lynette--
-You're alive!
You're alive!
We were coming to get you.
We couldn't leave you to die in a mayonado!
Chuck. Chuck! There's no mayonado.
It's all a hoax to get us to stay at our cabins!
Ohh… Now that you mention it, that makes way more sense
-than a freaky condiment weather event. -Mm-hmm.
Stella's gonna be so mad. Who's gonna tell her?
Lynette did what?!
Thanks for telling her, Penley!
Now, Stella, what did Sensei say about focusing your aggression?
I have no idea because I've never met him…
because I never got to do Slung-Fu!
Don't worry. Old Redsy's got a plan.
Okay, good. 'Cause I don't know if you can tell, but I'm a little annoyed.
Red! Thank goodness you're okay!
How on Earth did you survive the Mayo--
Oh, forget it. You caught me.
This is why you had us cooped up in our cabins?
So you can watch TV?
I just wanted a little "me" time. Is that so wrong?
Yes. It's, like, very wrong!
Well, then go ahead.
Tell everyone there was no tropical fruit storm.
No flash photography flood. No cheese stampede!
You think anyone's going to believe you, hmm?
Me? No, probably not, but…
Hmph!
You heard her! This is why we've been missing activities!
Because of Lynette's lies!
-Not cool!
But we don't have to listen anymore!
Her reign of tyranny is over!
No one's gonna believe anything you say ever again.
Hmph!
No good will come of this. Mark my words!
Mark… my… words!
Do you feel great today?
'Cause I'm feeling great today.
From now on, things are gonna be awesome.
No one's gonna fall for Lynette's lies anymore.
Attention, campers.
The basketbird court is closed for cleaning.
-Ha, no way.
Hey, why didn't anyone tell us the court's closed for cleaning?
Lynette just did, over the PA.
Yeah, right, Red.
Like anyone believes anything that comes out of her beak.
Where's Chuck and Bomb?
They're usually first in line for breakfast.
Rise and shine, campers!
It's nine o'clock! Breakfast time!
Uhh! You expect me to fall for that one, Lynette?
Yeah, and where's Brenda? Breakfast is supposed to start already.
Who said breakfast starts at nine? Lynette said.
But Lynette lies!
Maybe breakfast doesn't start at nine!
Maybe it never did!
Maybe I'm not even a lunch lady!
Maybe my whole life is a lie made up by Lynette!
So… can we just, like, help ourselves?
Do whatever you want. Nothin' matters anymore.
It's every bird for themselves.
Well, that escalated quickly.
You know what? Now's our chance!
Let's hit the dojo so I can finally Slung-Fu it up.
What the…
Attention!
The amount of campers bouncing in the dojo is above capacity.
If you don't stop, you--
Ahh. Do what you want. I'm out!
I can't help but feel as though
I'm somehow partially responsible for this.
I just wanna do Slung-Fuuuu!
I've ruined camp for Stella and everyone!
We need everyone to believe Lynette again.
Uh, why are there blocks of what I hope is lemon-flavored ice in our cabin?
It's chaos in the dining hall,
and all we could get was lemon slushy from the freezer.
The whole camp is falling apart because no one believes anything Lynette says!
What are you gonna do?
I'm gonna have to eat crow.
Uh! I'd like to see you try.
It's an expression. Means… I'm gonna have to apologize.
Aww… apology accepted!
Lynette, we have to do something. It's chaos out there!
Oh, really? I hadn't noticed.
Look, I'm sorry. I made a mistake,
but I know how to get things back the way they were.
Actually, I'm rather enjoying the fact that my reign of tyranny is over.
It's been 100% "me" time and it's glorious.
I'll clean every slingshot in camp!
Hmm. Clean and wax?
Okay, fine.
Mm… No!
I'll give you weekly clawdicures.
-This conversation is over. -No, it isn't!
I just said it was.
See? I don't believe you.
And no one will ever believe you again
unless we convince them that you're not a liar.
Ugh. Valid point.
-Fine, I'm in. -Great!
But you're still giving me those clawdicures. Every week.
Great.
Attention, campers!
A lemon hail storm is approaching.
Report to your cabins immediately.
Sure, a lemon hail storm.
More lies from Lynette.
Psh! This is probably Harold and his fake weather machine.
But Harold and his fake weather machine are right there.
Hello!
The eye of the storm is upon us!
Huh!
Wow! You're great at Slung-Fu! You should do it more often!
I know!
Ha! Huh!
Pfft! There's no storm! Stop running!
It's just more of Lynette's lies!
Lynette's not the liar! Red is!
From now on, you should listen to me
because Red's a big, fat liar!
Ooh…
I think she's right, everybody!
You should listen to Lynette
because I cannot be trusted.
And he's so short. And what's up with those eyebrows?
Okay, that's a little much.
Please stay in your cabins until the jelly fog has dissipated.
Ah, I guess things are kinda back to normal around here.
Except everyone thinks I'm a liar.
But at least you got to do Slung-Fu!
You did the right thing, Red.
Well, I'm gonna go back to my cabin and brave the "jelly fog."
Don't go out there, Stella!
You'll be lost in the fog and wander the camp forever!
Uh, we discussed this.
Lynette's lying again so she can have her "me" time.
Then why can't I see anything? Explain that, Mr. Meteorologist.