Happy Campers Page #11

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OBERON:

Okay injuns, our next event is...

Wichita friskily swipes the headset and barks a new ending

to Oberon's sentence.

WICHITA:

"has been canceled!" Finally your

first hour of free time! I don't know

about you, but I'm hitting the beach!

The campers instantly rejoice: squealing, hopping, dancing.

Oberon rips back the headset with a seethe. ]

]

OBERON ]

You touched the head-set. Nobody ]

touches the head-set. You touched ]

the head-set. Nobody... ]

]

WICHITA ]

With all due respect, Big Chief, ]

a breath--the camp needs to catch ]

one. Give us an hour. 59 minutes. ]

]

WENDY ]

He's talking crazy, sir. If we cancel ]

the round-robin tetherball ]

tournament, it will completely throw ]

off tomorrow's chart. ]

]

WICHITA ]

Gosh, I never looked at it that way. ]

Go ahead, "sir," tell the kids that ]

every moment of their summer has ]

to come straight out of a cheesy ]

workbooklet. ]

Oberon looks out to the delirious mass of unshackled boys

and girls. Something deep inside him is touched.

OBERON ]

Fine. Enjoy your precious moment ]

of freedom from my evil tyranny. ]

Maybe we'll all learn something. ]

Oh, and if you touch my headset ]

again, I'll kill you then I'll fire ]

you. ]

(into head-set) ]

You heard Wichita! Relax! Now! ]

EXT. THE BEACH--DAY

Another grand glide is made across the camp's lake to the

beach waterfront area--now packed with uncharacteristically

casual and downright happy kids. Bloodbrothering. Sunbathing.

Sandcastle building. Playing Gameboys on motionless canoes.

SMOOTH NARRATOR (V.O.)

59 minutes of free time. It seemed

like such a small concession, yet

it was the official end of one summer

camp and the beginning of another.

The viewer drifts to the end of the beach where a surly ]

Talia, in backpacking gear, is leading a co-ed pack of would- ]

be adventurers. Dripping wet in an unintentionally sexy ]

bikini, Wendy rushes up to Talia, who resists snapping her ]

neck. ]

]

WENDY ]

Talia, I found Sheila the Sleepwalker's ]

insulin. ]

]

TALIA ]

Our hero. Sheila! ]

]

Talia flips the insulin over her head. Sheila, the ]

Sleepwalker, breaks from the pack to make a bobbling catch. ]

Wendy does a hurt cringe as Talia and the hikers move ahead. ]

]

TWO FEMALE BEST FRIENDS bring up the rear, arms lobbed over ]

each other, laughing away at some shared secret joke. ]

]

VANESSA ]

You are...bi-itch! ]

]

HAYLEY ]

Uh-uhh...bi-i-itch! ]

]

The girls scan Wendy rejoining a beatific block of languid ]

sunbathers. Being the more Tomboyesque of the two, HAYLEY's ]

look is one of disparagement while the more prettified ]

VANESSA has a look of longing. ]

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HAYLEY ]

Gawd Vanessa, can you believe those ]

bimbettes missing out on a hike to ]

do some clichedly-cancerous activity ]

they could do in their own ]

backyard... ]

]

VANESSA ]

(half-hearted) ]

Yeah. Can you believe that? ]

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