Mascot

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I JUST WANT TO SAY I IN NO WAY AND NO HOW OWN CAMP CAMP IN ANY MEANS. THE PURPOSE OF THIS IS FOR ENTERTAINMENT ONLY. EVERYTHING BELONGS TO ROOSTER TEETH.


Wanna read along with the episode? It's above you!!

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"And here we have our time-honored camp mascot, Larry the hamster. Say hi, Larry!"

David said as all the campers walked over to the small hamster tank.

"Hi, there, campers! I hope you're ready to have fun today! Don't forget to respect David and everything he does for you!" 


"Larry" squeaked as he nibbled on an almond and twitched his nose.

"Oh! He talked! Did you hear that?!" David said  with excitement as he lifted the small rodent out of the tank

"Are you a gypsy?!" Nikki asked

"Uhhhh..."

"A-hem"

Max dropped a small marble onto a small contraption, which continued to knock down pieces of wood like dominoes. The wooden plank knocked over a hammer  that launched a small hairdryer int the air, that blew a cute, small little toy sailboat into a fork, that pooped a balloon, that sent a bowling ball rolling, that bumped against a catapult  with a large rock in it, with "Fuck The Police" messily written on it. 

The rock went flying and narrowly missed David's head, it instead hit poor Larry the hamster, the rodent was sent flying all the way to the island in the middle of the lake.

"Aw, man...That was supposed to kill you." Max grumbled looking at David disappointedly.


"God damn it Max." (Y/n) hissed, rolling her eyes

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"Alrighty, kids! Today, we'll be on the hunt for a brand-new mascot!" David said to the group of campers, trying to sound excited

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Why you gotta put that shit on us? We don't work here!" Max said, stomping his foot.

"Well, Max, we were GOING to make handmade ice cream, but someone killed our mascot and now we need a new one becAUSE EVERY GOOD CAMP HAS A MASCOT, MAX!" David shouted, huffing and puffing with his eye twitching. After a good two seconds, David sat up and his trademark smile and attitude was back.

"...Also, Gwen's feeling...Under the weather, and this is one of the few activities I can do without her! Space kid, don't eat that! It's not space food!" David then ran after Space Kid

"Under the weather?" Neil asked, looking nervous.

"Those are just rocks!"

"Lady-sickness. My mom used to get that all the time." Nikki explained

"...How do you cure it?" Neil asked

"EDGE CLOSER TO DEATH." (Y/n) grinned, narrowing her eyes

"WOO! Mascot hunt! I'm going for one with a lot of teeth!" Nikki shouted and then hopped away

"It should be cool."

"Yeah! Like a unicorn!"

"It should be fierce! Und pure!"

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