❝Luke, summers gonna end soon and I feel like I need to tell you... so, here it goes.❞
❝Save it I already know.❞
The Ross kids head to summer camp in this spinoff of "Jessie." Emma, Gwen, Luke, Ravi and Zuri spend the summer at Maine's Camp Kikiwaka...
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The mess hall bustles with the usual cacophony of campers chattering, cutlery clinking, and the faint hum of flies that always seemed to find their way in. Long wooden tables, scarred from years of enthusiastic crafts and less-than-enthusiastic eating, are littered with plates filled with today's questionable fare. At the front of the room, Murphy, the camp's eccentric cook, stands proudly behind a buffet table that's seen better days. His chef's hat leans precariously, just like his cooking skills.
Murphy beaming, holding up a tray. "Welcome to lunch, everyone! Today's theme is surf and turf! Bon appétit!"
Ravi eyeing his plate skeptically. "Mmm, ceviche. Wait a minute—why is there a little treasure chest in here?"
Murphy shrugs nonchalantly. "Oh, I must have scooped it up by accident when I was grabbing the goldfish."
Lou grimaces, leaning away from her plate. "Ew! My goats wouldn't even eat this stuff, and they once ate our septic tank."
Murphy indignant, hands on hips. "Okay, okay, so the 'surf' isn't a hit. Maybe you'll find the 'turf' more to your liking!"
He dramatically unveils a plate piled high with clumps of wilted grass. "Voila! Freshly harvested greens, straight from the Camp Champion football field."
Xander pushing his plate away. "Murphy, you can't seriously expect us to eat that."
Murphy offended. "That's the 50-yard line! Only the best cut of the field for you! Listen, I'm doing my best here, so quit givin' me carp!"
Emma glaring. "If we had carp, we'd be eating it!"
Murphy: "Fine! You hotshots think you can do better? Then you make dinner for the campers tonight!"
Ravi adjusting slightly, determined. "I think we can, and we will."
Lou grinning. "Finally, we'll have a decent meal around here."
Murphy grabbing a forkful of grass. "We'll see. Oh, and since you're not eating the turf, I'll help myself. Mmm. That weed killer gives it a real tang."
Gwen, a snarky yet creative camper with a knack for making anything sound dramatic, slides her tray next to Ravi. She's wearing a paint-streaked Camp Champion hoodie, her dark curly hair tied back messily.
Gwen deadpan. "Let's not jump to conclusions. Maybe we're just not sophisticated enough to appreciate 'yard-to-table' cuisine."
Luke, a carefree, athletic camper with a love of pranks and an appetite rivaling a bear, plunks down across from Gwen. He's already halfway through a plate of turf.
Luke chewing loudly. "I don't know. It's not bad once you get past the texture... and the smell... and the taste."
Lou gags. "Luke, stop eating that! You're gonna get sick!"
Luke grinning. "I'm building immunity. Next week I'll be able to eat Murphy's lasagna without flinching."
Murphy mock bowing. "Ah, a man of culture! Finally, someone who appreciates my culinary artistry!"
