Oh!
Uh, hi, it's Chuck.
The invite said to bring a pillow and a bag of candy for some reason.
Hand over the passwords.
The-- The what?
Ahem!
Oh, candy equals password. Got it.
Secret code. So cool.
Passwords accepted.
Welcome to Pillow Fight Club.
Okay, recruits! Bring it in!
Congratulations.
You have been chosen as the newest members
of Camp Splinterwood's most secret secret society.
For those of you who can keep the secret!
By keep, you mean, like, keep in your circle of best friends or--
The first rule of Pillow Fight Club is you do not talk about Pillow Fight Club.
That's-- Well, that's the only rule of Pillow Fight Club.
Break it and you're out forever.
Now it's fight time!
Mask the recruits.
You, Butterfly Face,
you're up against the Feather Butcher.
Oh, that doesn't sound so--
Psst! Chuck, it's me.
Bomb!
You're the Feather Butcher?
Pillow fight!
Just so we're clear, are we hitting faces or--?
Butcher wins again!
I'm so glad you're here.
Me too.
You've really been in Pillow Fight Club all summer?
Yep, it helps me blow off steam so I don't explode as much during the day.
Plus, it's really cool.
That's why I went through the surprisingly complicated petition process
to have you invited.
You invited me? Bomb, I can't believe it.
This is amazing.
That's what friends are for.
No, I mean this iced tea is amazing. What flavor is it?
Familiar.
Chuck, that's not-- Oh, never mind.
Tomorrow's password is popcorn.
And remember, not a word about Pillow Fight Club to anyone!
Chuck, I know it's gonna be hard to follow the rule.
But this is really important to me, so pretty please don't blow it, okay?
Or we're both out.
You have my word as a fellow pillow fighter, a friend,
and dare I say it, a brother.
I will not tell a soul. Not anyone. Not Stella.
Not even Red.
-Hey, guys. -What?! Nowhere. We didn't do anything!
-What's with all the questions, Red?! -Uh, Chuck?
Can't a couple of guys just walk into their cabin
without being interrogated?
If you must know, we were just at--
-At a club.
A club?
Yeah. No, not a club. A fight.
I mean, not a fight. A night. A nightclub.
Hold on. There's a nightclub at camp?
-Uh…
And you didn't invite me?!
Uh…
that's because…
We wanted you to see it now when there's a good crowd.
This is the nightclub? In the bathroom?
-Whoa.
This is chicken amazing!
So, you guys got any plans for tonight?
'Cause I was thinking we-- You okay there, Chuck?
Yeah, he's fine. Aren't you, Chuck?
Pillow!
Did you say pillow?
He said, uh…
plowing!
Plowing.
That's right.
Mighty Eagle is leading an agricultural, uh, seminar.
Uh, food fight?
-Food fight! -Food fight!
Oh man!
That was a crazy food fight, huh?
Yeah, I mean, when I saw that stick of butter
fly straight towards Bomb's face--
Butter… fly… face.
Butterfly. Butterfly Face. Butterfly.
Okay, Chuck. Seriously, what's up?
Up? Nothing's up. What do you mean, up? Everything is totally down, very down.
Yeah, down. Super down. So down it's like underground.
Yeah, but not like an underground secret society or anything.
Yeah, definitely not like that.
I mean, why would you even bring that up unprompted, Chuck? Huh?
Red's right. You're acting super weird. Weirder than normal.
Well, there's a perfectly not weird explanation for that.
Which is?
Yeah. Which is?
Last night, I needed to go to the bathroom,
so I stepped outside, looked into the sky,
and saw a giant flying space whale!
It was singing its lonely whale song.
A space whale? Seriously?
Tell us what's going on!
Uh…
The truth is--
-No! No! No! No! -What the--?
Aw man, Mighty Eagle.
Have you ever had to keep a secret? It's the hardest thing ever.
I feel like I'm blowing it. If I blow it, we're both out.
I can't do that to Bomb, but every fiber in my being is going, "Just say it!"
But if I do, that breaks the rule and I'll ruin everything, you know?
Wow, great talk, Mighty E. Thanks. You've convinced me I can really do this.
-Sorry, dude. Are you talking to me?
Emergency meeting-- now!
We have reason to believe
that someone has broken the first rule of Pillow Fight Club!
Well, I can tell you for sure it wasn't anyone in this general region here.
And I'm super proud of everyone in that general region.
Well, someone blabbed.
How else do you explain this?!
I caught them trying to break in.
But I didn't tell anyone, I swear!
It's true! He didn't make a peep!
Chuck, Bomb, you didn't have to tell us.
I knew it. You can read minds!
No, dingus. We figured something was up when you were acting so weird.
So we followed you and Bomb here.
Why didn't you just tell us you were in a secret club
and we weren't allowed to come?
Uh, 'cause if we told you, we'd get kicked out.
You know, the fact that Chuck didn't just tell us immediately
is actually kind of impressive.
Thank you.
Silence!
I don't care how it happened.
The secret is out,
which means the Feather Butcher and Butterfly Face are going to pay!
Uh, do we have to pay too? 'Cause I'm all out of cash--
Pillow pummel all of them!
Wait, what's happening?
I don't know, but bring it on!
Ahh!
Uh… ha ha ha.
Ow! Ow! Ow!
Yeah!
Yeah! Get 'em!
Ahh!
Hold up. Lynette is the mysterious leader of Pillow Fight Club?
I think they want some kind of explanation, dear.
I don't think anyone wants to hear how I started Pillow Fight Club
because watching children pummel each other
while stuffing my face with snacks
is better than waiting for the internet to load in this place.
So this whole time, we've been pillow pummeling each other
for your entertainment?
But that's not what Pillow Fight Club should be about.
Yeah, he's right.
We should be pummeling for our entertainment.
-Yeah! -I told you this was a bad idea, puddin'.
Ah!
I guess everything worked out great.
Next time, Chuck, no secrets, okay?
I'm gonna miss Pillow Fight Club.
Then there's only one thing to do!
Pillow fight!
Ahh!