Wet Hot American Summer Page #3

himself jerking off. - You're kidding!

- Where's the tape?

- He hid it.

- We gotta get that tape. - It's

a subject matter I'm sure

you're familiar with, McKinley.

- Shut up, J.J.

- You shut up.

- You shut up.

- You shut up.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

And one, and one.

Step aside. Step aside.

All right. Stop it!

Okay, kids. Um, today

we're going to use...

some crayons...

to make some decorations

for the talent show.

- Is that your wedding ring, Gail?

- Um, no.

I mean, yes, actually.

Yes, it is. It was.

It was. It used to be,

I mean, legally.

It's so twisted. His lawyer

won't even call me now.

- Where are the crayons?

- The crayons are...

the crayon is right there.

We could draw

with the markers.

Listen, Valerie,

I need you to be

helpful here, okay?

I do not need you

to undermine me, okay?

But there's only one crayon,

and it's brown.

There are literally hundreds

of colored markers.

Hey.

Going on your trip?

Yep.

Sucks dick we never got

to know each other.

Yeah.

You got a stick of gum, Victor?

I thought you'd never ask.

Abby! My trip...

it doesn't come back until tomorrow.

- Don't go.

- I can't, because Beth told me...

Let's go.

# Get ready get set, baby #

I'll be back tonight.

# Leaving tomorrow

so get ready #

# Get ready get set, baby #

Tonight.

Ah!

This is "The Beekeeper" here

on Camp Firewood radio.

I've got my drones working hard

on a breakfast time rock... Hey.

- Arty, I need you to take a shower.

- Okay.

Your parents are coming tomorrow.

I don't want to get in trouble.

- Sure. - You haven't taken a

shower once yet this summer.

- Fine. No problem.

- Arty, take a shower.

You're covered in dirt.

Fine.

This is Arty Solomon here.

Alias, "The Beekeeper."

- You guys,

I'm really gonna miss this place. - Me too.

Hey, let's all promise that in ten years

from today we'll meet again...

and we'll see what kind of people

we've blossomed into.

- Yeah!

- What time you wanna meet?

- You mean ten years from now?

- Yeah.

Let's meet in the morning

so we can make a day of it.

Okay, so what is it?

Is it like 9:
00 or 9:30?

Let's say 9:
00, that way

we can be here by 9:30.

Why don't we say 9:30,

and then make it your

beeswax to be here at 9:30?

We're gonna be in our late

20's. I don't see any reason

we can't be places on time.

Okay, it's settled.

9:
30 it is.

- All agreed?

- Agreed.

Great, 'cause I have

something at 11:
00.

You've got a trapper keeper

full of appointments, right?

No, I have something at 11:00 that I can't

change 'cause I already moved it twice.

What are you looking at?

Is there a U.F.O. in the sky?

No, no. It's nothing

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