Sleepaway Camp III: Teenage Wasteland Page #3

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and rest.

God, we finally made it.

Oh, it's not that bad.

Back home we've got

hills like this all over.

So do we, the Hollywood Hills.

Right, Tony?

I guess.

Who's hungry?

- I am. I am

- I am.

Good, let's cook something

before we set up camp.

I know we're supposed to

catch fish, and we will.

Maybe tomorrow.

But I thought you guys would

like a little something special.

I know I'm bending the

rules a little bit, but...

- Whoa, hey!

- Hey, wieners!

You can break the rules.

You're a cop.

Look.

I'm doing it now because

when I had a chance to

do it with my own son, I didn't.

How old is he?

My son would

have been 18.

He was murdered

here last year.

God, I'm sorry.

You didn't know.

Hey, look, uh...

I'm sorry for giving

you a hard time.

It's alright.

I'm used to it.

I'm a cop, remember?

Yeah.

Where'd you learn

to chop wood like that?

I've never chopped

it before,

but I've chopped

other things.

Let me know when you

want these sticks, Mr. Miranda.

Any time now, sweet pea.

And call me Herman.

- Where's Snowboy?

- I don't know.

Snowboy!

Yeah, what?

Time to go fishing.

What a dildo.

- Do we have to?

- We gotta eat, don't we?

I hate fish.

That's no way to talk,

sweet pea.

You guys go get a couple

poles and some bait

and I'll meet you down

by the lake in a few minutes.

Okay.

Sweet pea.

Come on out,

sweet pea.

Daddy won't make

you go fishing

if you don't want to,

sweet pea.

Hey, you know,

this is kind of fun.

Yeah.

Kind of stupid,

if you ask me.

I think I caught something.

- Oh.

- Where'd that thing come from?

Storm must have

washed it up.

- Lot of trash in this lake.

- What day is it, anyway?

- It's Saturday.

- Yeah, the 14th.

Here.

I'll do it.

You get used to it

after a while.

- It's kind of fun.

- Trip out!

Herman should

be here by now.

I wonder what's

taking him so long.

He's trying to get into

that rich skank's pants.

That's disgusting.

I wouldn't mind having

a piece of her myself.

No!

Come here, dude,

let me try.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- We've got company.

- Oh, sh*t.

Maria.

Maria,

give me a chance!

My old lady don't

give me no more

of nothing no more.

Herman!

Herman, come back in here.

What are you doing?

Good thing you're dead,

because in a couple years

your breasts would have been

sagging something terrible.

Hey, when are Herman

and Janet coming back?

Not for a long time.

But before he left he said

we should go to be early.

We've got a

big day tomorrow.

- You brat.

- Screw off.

Snowboy, would you

help me with the fish?

- I'm busy.

- Doing what?

I'm making art.

Trip out on this.

That's my tent.

Bombs away!

I warned you.

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