[opening cabin door]
Mail call. [handing out mail] Addams!
[handing out mail]
Barclay, Cesselman, Calloway, Dexter, Donman, Edwards, Evans, Barclay, Finley, Fisher, Gingham, Ginley, Harper.
Is something wrong, Wednesday? Bad news?
This is the worst thing that has ever happened in the history of human events. Uncle Fester's getting married.
A wedding? But that's great news!
Get out of the cabin. I mean, I'd kill myself. The help?
I'm sure she's a very nice lady.
I think that's disgusting. I think their whole family's like some weird medical experiment. I think they're like, circus people.
[menacingly]
What did you say?
Wednesday... Pugsley. Will a hug hurt us?
I'm sensing some friction here. Somethin' not quite Chippewa.
But, hey, no problemo. All they need are good friends, good fun, and a little time in the Harmony Hut.
[Suddenly, a siren sounds] [walking toward Wednesday, Pugsley and Joel with Gary, Becky and Camp Children]
There they are! I saw them sneak out.
Children, what do you think you're doing?
We have to see our family. It's very important.
More important than a summer of fun? More important than making new friends? More important than sharing?
And Joel Glicker. I'm surprised at you.
I-I have to get out of here. I have allergies.
[mockingly]
Oh, you're allergic? To sunshine and archery and crafts?
I think they should be punished. [starts chanting] Punish!
CC Camp Children
[chanting along with Amanda]
Punish! Punish! Punish! Punish! Punish! Punish!
No! No! We are not here to punish. We are here to inspire.
Campers? Do you know what I think our little ninja friends here need? Do you know what just might turn their sad and potentially wasted little lives right all around?
CC Camp Children
[singing in unison with Gary, Becky, and Amanda]
Kumbaya, my Lord, kumbaya. Kumbaya, my Lord, kumbaya. Kumbaya, my Lord, kumbaya. Oh Lord, kumbaya.
CC Camp Children
[at Thanksgiving play, singing, dressed as Thanksgiving food]
Eat us! Hey, its Thanksgiving Day! Eat us, we make a nice buffet! We lost the race with Farmer Ed, eat us 'cause we're good and dead. White man or red man from east, north or south, chop off our legs, and put 'em in your mouth!
CC Camp Children
Sautéed or barbecued!
CC Camp Children
We once were pets but now we're food! We won't stay fresh for very long! So eat us before we finish this song! Eat us before we finish this song!
