I'm gonna say it.
Camp Splinterwood is the best place of all time ever.
I mean, look around. It's got awesome everything!
Trampolines, zip lines, slides, buildings, a flagpole, grass, trees,
air, water, my right wing, the sling rod in my right wing!
Not to mention the best-worst counselor on the planet.
Yeah. This is the perfect summer.
-Well, not to nitpick,
but there is one un-awesome thing.
The food.
Yeah, seems like Brenda's been kind of checked out lately.
Uh, aren't these supposed to be defrosted?
It's a new recipe called I'm-Not-Your-Mom Casserole.
So you're saying if the food was awesome,
then this would be the perfect summer?
Unh! Whoa!
Are those…?
Fish sticks! And they're…
Mmm! The fish stickiest fish sticks that ever fish sticked!
Crispy, moist, flaky, exploded to perfection!
Bomb, you just gave us a chance at a perfect summer.
-I did? -Yeah.
Let's net these suckers. It's almost lunchtime!
See? They're a hit! Everyone loves them, even Brenda.
Wow. I almost didn't recognize her.
She looks…
happy?
I know. It's oddly unsettling.
Wow! Everyone loves my sticks!
Thanks, kid.
Looks like you're gonna be serving up the meals from now on.
I thought I was just giving everyone a nice lunch.
Oh, yeah? Watch this.
What do you guys want for dinner?
Fish sticks! Fish sticks! Fish sticks!
Perfect summer, here we come! All thanks to you, Bomb.
Aw, come on, guys.
My fish sticks can't be that good.
They're just so crispy. So moist.
-So flaky flaky! -Flaky flaky!
-Jinx! -Jinx!
Grr!
I'm never cooking again!
Whee!
It's so odd.
Usually I loathe this place and everything it stands for,
but these fish sticks have made it quite tolerable.
Keep those fish sticks coming, Bomb!
You can count on me, sir.
Huh. That's odd.
Boy, you really don't wanna come with me.
Ha! Bomb one, fish stick zer-- Oh.
Huh?
Oof!
Uh, go ahead and help yourself, giant lake monster thing.
I'll just, um, go and let everyone know
we are now completely out of--
Fish sticks are the best, aren't they, Neiderflyer?
Yes!
Normally, I'd be launching this guy through your stupid face.
Yeah. And right about now, I'd be calling you Neiderjerk
and commenting on how you're the one with the stupid face, but--
-Fish sticks. -Fish sticks.
Huh? Aww!
Oh, I love you, snookums.
And I tolerate your company, Harold.
And we all love Bomb.
For showing us just how drab and meaningless our lives were
before his amazing fish sticks!
Perfect summer!
Okay! I can do this!
Just tell them there's no more fish sticks
and their perfect summer is over.
Not on my watch.
But-- but what are we gonna do?
I can't get more fish sticks
because a monster in the lake is eating them all.
No more perfect summer!
Yeah, what are you, the narrator? I saw the whole thing.
But your fish sticks have given me a taste of the good life.
So you know what we have to do, right?
Please don't say, "Get rid of the lake monster."
-Get rid of the lake monster! -Aah
Oh, man.
Look, kid. Dinner's in an hour and I ain't making it. You in?
Fish sticks! Fish sticks! Fish sticks! Fish sticks!
-Fish sticks! -Okay, but do you even know
how to take on a monster?
Ahh, I take on hundreds of little monsters at every meal.
Is it just me, or do you look way cooler than I do?
That's not saying much, but yeah, yeah, I do.
Okay. Step one, lure the monster out with bait.
Oh, okay.
But where will we find bait--?
Nope, I didn't find any bait.
Just a bunch of fish sticks, because I exploded.
Phew!
Huh?
Wait a second.
You love my fish sticks too?
Oh! You're not a big, scary, mean monster.
You're a big, scary, fish stick-loving monster!
Destroy the beast!
-Uh, whoops.
Fish sticks! Fish sticks! Fish sticks! Fish sticks!
Where's Bomb with grub?
I'm sure he has a good excuse for being this late.
Fish sticks! Fish sticks! Fish sticks! Fish sticks!
Well, I hope he's okay.
Ah!
Some perfect summer this turned out to be.
Oh well. If I'm gonna go, I might as well have one last delicious--
Put me down, you fish stick-stealing beast!
Aah! Help!
Brenda!
Kid! You're alive! We need to destroy this thing! Ahh!
Wait, wait! I don't think we do!
I think he might be a nice monster.
Well, it ain't being particularly nice to me!
Destroy it!
Fish sticks! Fish sticks! Fish sticks!
Bomb better hope he's been eaten by a giant lake monster or something,
'cause I'm gonna turn him into fish sticks, fish sticks!
Fish sticks! Fish sticks! Fish sticks! Fish sticks!
If Bomb isn't back with fish sticks, there's gonna be a riot!
Maybe we could figure out a way
for the monster and the camp to share the fish sticks!
Then everyone would be happy.
You think this dumb-- unh-- hideous-- ahh-- beast
is just gonna go splitsies with you? Ow!
Uh, well, maybe.
Whoa!
Fish sticks! Fish sticks! Fish sticks!
Gross!
Is it me or do these fish sticks look like
they've passed through the intestines of a giant monster?
Huh. Yeah. Suddenly I feel like I'm over fish sticks.
So, uh, what are we going to eat now?
Glad to see you back in the saddle, Brenda.
Hmph.
Nothing like a brush with death
to make you appreciate the important things in life.
Exactly.
Like rediscovering a passion for cooking.
Wow! I never thought I'd hear Brenda say the word "passion."
Nice work, Bomb.
Well, I'm glad things are back to normal around here.
Things got really weird there for a hot minute.
I held hands with Neiderjerk! Ugh!
I guess there is such a thing as too much perfection.
Yeah. From now on, let's just do a regular, old, awesome summer!
I'm suddenly craving fish,
but in some sort of deep fried stick form or…
Oh, lake, you read my mind.
Huh? Ohh!
Oh, excuse me.