| Mother May I?
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| Mess Hall.
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| Xander:
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I'll load up on the carbs, Ravi. For our overnight hike, and because I have no idea what that meat is.
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| Zuri:
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Ravi, guess what? Mom and Dad are sailing up the coast of Maine, and they're coming to visit today!
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| Emma:
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I am so excited to sow Mom my CIT skills. Sure, she's watched me model in Milan, but she'll be more excited to watch me sing "Boom-Chicka-Rocka" with nine year olds!
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| Ravi:
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I am so excited I get to spend the day with Mrs. Mommy! I mean I guess Mom is aight.
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| Xander:
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Ravi, we're supposed to be taking our campers up to Glass Lake.
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| Ravi:
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Let me guess, they call it that because the water is as clear as glass?
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| Xander:
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No, because it's full of broken bottles. Come on Ravi, I really need you on this hike.
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| Zuri:
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You need Ravi?
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| Xander:
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Yes. He is a great CIT and a natural leader. And he knows how to work that GPS thing-a-ma-jig.
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| Christina:
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Hello! Where are my babies? Uh, I am pretty sure you're not one of my kids.
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| Lou:
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Me? Related to the legendary counselor, Christina Ross? In my dreams! No. Seriously... I've had that dream a lot.
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| Emma:
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Uh, Mom, this is my bestie, Lou!
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| Christina:
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Oh, it's so nice to finally meet you! Can you set me down now?
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| Lou:
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In a minute.
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| Theme song.
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| Mess Hall.
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| Christina:
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I am so excited to spend the day with my girls.
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| Lou:
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I can't believe she called me one of her girls!
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| Zuri:
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Pretty sure she meant the girls that she raised. Well, hired nannies to raise.
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| Emma:
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Hey Mom, want to watch me teach campers how to make wreaths?
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| Christina:
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Oh, of course! I'd love to see my girl in action.
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| Lou:
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Action? But I'm just standing here.
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| Gladys:
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Christina? Christina Ross? So nice to see you again.
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| Christina:
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So nice to see you too... Uh... You.
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| Gladys:
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You don't remember me? You beat me as Counselor of the Year for years in a row! I was first runner-up.
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| Christina:
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Oh, good for you. So you're still a counselor?
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| Gladys:
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No, I'm the owner! So, where is Morgan? I don't detect his delicious musk.
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| Christina:
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Unfortunately, he threw his back out, so he's stuck on the yacht, but he sends his love!
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| Gladys:
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He did? Well, tell him I send it right back!
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| Zuri:
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I think that love was meant for us.
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| Gladys:
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Oh.
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| Christina:
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Ooh, there's a trophy with my name on it!
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| Gladys:
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So Morgan is all alone on his yacht? And he can't run away?
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| Emma:
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We have rottweilers.
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| Zuri:
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With rabies.
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| Gladys:
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Is rabies like "definitely die" bad, or just "maybe die" bad?
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| Tiffany:
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Rabies means death, unless quickly treated with a series of extremely painful shots.
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| Gladys:
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Works for me!
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| The Forest.
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| Griff:
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Why do we have to hike all the way up a mountain to see a lake full of broken bottles?
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| Xander:
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Because Landfill Magazine called Glass Lake one of the five best non-medical waste sites in Maine.
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| Jorge:
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Ooh, look! A ski lift! Let's take that up the mountain!
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| Ravi:
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Too bad it is closed for the summer.
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| Griff:
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I can get it started. I have the key.
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| Xander:
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Guys, absolutely not. It's illegal. It's dangerous. And its terrifying.
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| Jorge:
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Who's scared of heights? That guy!
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| Xander:
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I am not afraid of heights! I'm afraid of falling from them.
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| Ravi:
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Oh... So instead of suffering from acrophobia, fear of heights, you suffer for FOF, fear of falling. Which is actually more common is women and small children.
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| Xander:
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Hey, what's it called when you have a fear of the next time Ravi speaks? Because I have that.
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| Ravi:
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Technically, that would be more of a dread than a fear.
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| Xander:
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You know, you're lucky you know how to work that GPS thing-a-ma-jig.
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| Griff:
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All right, Xander, you don't have to ride to ski lift, bu can we just get a picture of the four of us sitting on it?
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| Xander:
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I guess that wouldn't be too scary. I can't believe I fell for that.
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| Mess Hall.
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| Emma:
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Okay, campers, to decorate for tomorrow's Camp Kikiwaka Games, we're using items found in the forest.
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| Zuri:
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Can I be excused?
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| Emma:
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Is something wrong?
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| Zuri:
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Yeah, I don't want to be here.
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| Christina:
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Zuri, show your sister some respect, and don't interrupt.
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| Emma:
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Oh, thanks, Mom. Now, I like to start by using pinecones and...
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| Christina:
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(gasps) Sweetie! An Eastern White pinecone? I consider opting for a loblolly.
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| Zuri:
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I tried to tell her, Mommy.
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| Emma:
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Well, a pinecone is a pinecone.
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| Christina:
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Actually, loblollies have a more dramatic shape. Plus, the aroma is delicately evergreen, and not crudely earthen.
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| Lou:
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A white, bad. Loblolly, good.
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| Gladys:
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Well, I just gave those Rottweilers a bone. Too bad it was mine.
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| Zuri:
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Dang! You got messed up!
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| Christina:
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Zuri, have some respect for the owner of the camp.
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| Zuri:
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Sorry, Gladys.
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| Christina:
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Oh, actually, her name isn't Gladys. I checked, and the first runner-up for Counselor of the Year was always Chai Son Wutipong. Nice to see you again, Chai Son.
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| Gladys:
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Okay, I may have been second runner up. Or last. I can't remember. I've lost a lot of blood.
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