Sleepaway Camp II: Unhappy Campers Page #3

It's okay. It's better

than staying home.

You don't get along

with your folks?

They're divorced.

I live with my dad.

We get along okay.

But he's a young guy.

He needs some time to himself.

I guess this way we both

get our summer break.

- Where's your mom?

- San Diego.

She split when

I was 7 years old.

She couldn't handle

my dad being a cop,

so she moves to California and

marries some jerk foot doctor.

Hey, how about you?

Your parents still married?

Yeah, 26 years.

- Got any brothers or sisters?

- Lots.

I have three brothers

and two sisters.

Everyone calls us

the Brady Bunch.

So I'm the youngest.

I heard they say the youngest

is supposed to

be pretty spoiled.

Is that true?

Sometimes.

I heard cops' kids are

supposed to be pretty wild.

Is that true?

Sometimes.

You know, the newspapers say

I'm the best soccer player.

Lyons Township has had

in the past seven years.

Great.

You know, I've been on the

honor roll every semester

except for one.

And I play the saxophone, too.

Rob Durango.

If you throw me in that

water I'll kill you.

Oh, yeah?

Woo! Yeah.

Hey, Emilio!

Party hats at two o'clock.

Alright!

So you want to go get

something to drink?

Oh, I'm a happy camper.

I love the trees and sky.

But only when I'm shitfaced,

and everyone gets high!

Oh, I'm a happy camper.

I love to drink and f***.

And if you pay me money

on my titties you can suck.

Morning, Angela.

Have you seen

the Schote sisters?

No, they weren't at breakfast.

Come to think of it,

neither was Ralph.

Thanks.

Morning, T.C.

Get out of here!

Hi, Angela.

What the f***?!

You know, it's one thing

to screw up your own life.

But you also

screwed up your sister's.

- Let this be a lesson to you.

- No, please.

Say no to drugs.

I hate this place!

I want to go home!

What's the matter?

Don't you like to paint?

No, I want to go home!

I hate this place!

Let me go home.

Maybe you're tired.

You want to just

- lie down for a little while?

- NO-

Listen to me. I told you

I want to go home.

Let me go home!

I think I can arrange that.

Let me go. Just leave me alone.

Alright. Jeez.

Well, I hope you

come back next year.

No way.

Well, you can't

please everybody.

Two down and 38 to go.

Um, four down.

I sent the Schote sisters

home this morning.

I found them getting high and

fornicating with

one of the boys.

You sent them home?

Angela, talk to me or T.C.

before doing things like that.

Like I just did?

- That was good.

- Okay.

- What about a can of beer?

- No thanks, I don't drink.

I'll walk you, though! Come on.

I guess you've all heard by now

I've had to send the

Schote sisters home.

No big loss.

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