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Maybe the world is blind, or just a little unkind.

Don't know.

Seems you can't be sure of anything anymore.

Although you may be lonely and then one day

you're smiling again.

Every time I turn around, I see the girl

who turns my world around standing there.

Every time I turn around, her spirit's

lifting me right off the ground.

What's gonna be?

Guess we'll just wait and see.

A-camping we will go, a-camping we will go.

Heigh, ho, the derry-o, a-camping we will go.

I tell you, I'd rather sleep under the stars

than in the fanciest hotel in the world.

Is that right?

No reservations, no snooty desk clerk,

no checkout times.

-No

-Exactly.

Look, a duck!

Where'd he go?

He ducked.

-Henry, I'm exhausted.

Can't we camp here?

-Only if we all agree that this is the right spot.

-Fine. -Yeah.

-Yeah, I agree.

-Yeah.

Fresh air-- isn't it wonderful?

-Well, you can keep it.

I don't trust air I can't see.

-This incessant sun is absolutely frying my face.

I hope I brought enough moisturizer.

-You don't need moisturizer, Margaux.

You're naturally all wet.

-Peasant!

-Henry, look!

How come there's so many dead trees around here?

-I don't know. It's strange.

There's been plenty of rain.

Maybe it's bugs.

-Bugs?

Can't we call the Orkin man?

-Chill out, Margaux.

-Yeah, loosen up, honey.

We're here to have fun.

-That's right.

We're in the prime beef of our lives.

We're young, we're in the great outdoors, and it's summertime!

Children, over here.

Troops, I have a mission for you.

We need wood for the campfire.

-OK, we'll go.

-Hold it!

You stick together in the woods.

Don't separate, and don't go far.

Understand? Dismissed.

-Margaux, come on.

-Come on.

-Listen, I'm not putting one foot in that filthy forest.

There are things in there that sting for a living.

You guys run along, and I'll sit here quietly in the tent

till dinner is served.

No, you guys!

Come on! -Come on!

-Hey, guys, look.

Another dead tree.

Punky, you've got dead trees on the brain.

-No I don't. It just bothers me, that's all.

Why are they dying?

-They probably got a whiff of Margaux's freckle cream.

That stuff will kill anything.

-Another peasant.

-Hey, look!

A rabbit!

Brandon, come back here!

Why does he always have to act like a dog?

Hey, neato cave!

-Yeah!

-Guys, forget about the cave.

How come it's taking us so long to get back to camp?

Do any of you guys remember seeing this spot before?

-No.

-No.

-Me neither.

-That's what I was afraid of.

I hate to say this, guys, but I think we're lost.

- Punky!

- Cherie?

- Children! - Allen?

- Margaux!

- Henry, I said no . -Why?

We'll find them.

Children?

-You coulda used Sterno, but no, you had to have--

What do you mean?

Your voice is getting on my nerves!

- You fool!

- Children! - Cherie?

-Brandon, lead us back to camp.

Find Henry and Mrs. Johnson, Brandon.

Use your nose.

Brandon, this isn't camp.

We're right back where we started.

-Punky, you said Brandon's nose would lead us back to camp.

-Maybe he has a cold.

-What are we gonna do?

-Well, if we give him chicken soup and keep him in bed--

-Allen, we're lost.

We don't have any soup.

We're four helpless babes in the wood, you chowderhead.

-Come on, guys.

We better find a way back to camp.

-I think we should stay here.

I bet Henry's probably looking for us by now.

It'll be easier for him to find us if we stay in one spot.

-I think we should go in that cave.

-Why?

-Because it'd probably be warmer in there, and also because it'd

be fun.

-We go in that cave over my dead body.

-That's another good reason.

I'm gonna do me some exploring.

See ya!

-Allen, come back!

-Come on, Allen.

-Allen!

-Allen, come on.

-Allen, come back.

-You can't just leave.

-Allen, come on!

What are we gonna do?

-Well, Henry told us to stick together.

Guess we better go in after him.

-Yeah.

Come on!

Allen, got a feeling this is a mistake.

-Wow!

Outrageous!

-Hello?

Anybody home?

Oooooh.

- Hello?

-It sounds like the cave goes forever.

-Maybe all the way to China.

- Moo shu pork!

I wonder who drew those pictures.

-I'm not sure I want to find out.

-That one gives me the willies.

Three girls and a boy-- that's just like us.

-Yeah. It's almost like-- like--

-Like what?

-Like whoever drew those pictures

and made this fire was waiting for us.

-Are you scared, Punky?

-Me?

Scared?

That's a laugh.

-Yeah, that's a laugh. -Yeah, yeah.

- Are you guys scared?

- Petrified! -Yeah,

-We gotta do something to take our minds

off how scared we are, right?

-My heart is beating so fast.

-Since we're all scared anyway, let's

do something that makes it fun to be scared.

-Like what?

-Like let's tell ghost stories.

-Yeah! -Good idea.

-You go first, Punky.

-OK, here goes.

Once upon a time, there were four kids and a dog.

Now these kids got lost in the woods

and found a-- spooky, scary cave.

And all of a sudden, they heard a noise.

-Was it an owl?

-That's right.

Then Punky yelled, "Hi!"

-And the owl stopped?

-That's right!

Then they heard another noise.

-Was it Indian drums?

-Supposed to be a wolf's howl.

-Nope.

Definitely Indian drums.

-Punky, this is a Indian cave!

-Let's get out of here!

-How.

Do you do?

Now you're probably wondering what me and my friends--

-Sit!

Many, many summers ago, summers beyond count,

there was no Lake Waxahatchie.

The land was barren.

Nothing could live or grow, for evil dwelt here.

-Evil?

-A wicked spirit lived deep under the earth

in the heart of this cave.

The spirit's name was Owa Tagu Syam.

- What a goose I am?

All who tried to defeat the spirit died a horrible death.

But then the brain little Princess Moon journeyed

with her friends into the spirit's underground kingdom.

The children survived the terrible traps

and ferocious creatures created by the spirit.

Finally, Princess Moon came face to face with Owa Tagu Syam

himself.

There was a fierce and terrible battle.

But the princess was full of goodness and love.

Their strength was stronger than the evil of the spirits.

He fled from her and shut himself

up in a chamber of living rock.

-All right, Princess Moon!

-The land became fertile and green.

Wild animals roamed through the forest.

And my people lived here in happiness.

-What a great story.

-I'm not finished.

-Sorry.

-The evil spirit has escaped.

The land is dying again.

-So that's why we saw so many dead trees.

-The spirit knows that Princess Moon no longer lives,

and we fear that he has come back stronger than before.

-What a bummer!

It is no longer a bummer.

A new champion has been sent to defeat the spirit.

-Wow, who is it?

-You!

-I beg your pardon?

-Since last winter's snow we have kept this fire burning,

waiting for the good spirits to send us someone

with the power of someone full of goodness.

- That can't be me.

Just last week, I dropped a water balloon on our mailman.

-Yeah, she did. -She did.

You won't help us?

-Well, I'd love to, but see, this spirit fighting stuff

could take a long time, and Monday I

have to get my teeth cleaned.

Then we are doomed.

The plants and the trees shall die.

The animals shall leave.

My people will have no home.

- Sir, could we talk this over for a second?

-Guys, if we don't help these people,

they'll lose everything they got.

It'll be our fault.

-Yeah.

-I know.

-I say we show that evil spirit that he

can't push people around.

-Yeah!

-Yeah.

-Are you people insane?

You heard what he said.

There are dangerous traps and ferocious creatures in there.

- Don't be such a Gloomy Gertie.

The chief believes in us.

He thinks we can beat that evil spirit.

I say we give it a shot.

- All right.

But if we get killed, you'll be hearing from my lawyer.

-Sir, we talked it over.

I guess we'll take on that evil spirit.

--Thank you, little one.

Many tales will be told of your courage.

-I hope we get to hear them.

-Remember, the spirit feeds on fear, so fight it with love.

-I'd rather have a bazooka.

-Good luck.

-Sir, my foster father's outside somewhere looking for us.

His name's Henry Warnimont.

Could you tell him where we are and not to worry?

-We will go find him now.

-Tell him that I love him.

-We have chosen well.

-What was that?

-Probably the evil spirit.

-And we're gonna fight that?

-Relax, Margaux, we've got an ace up our sleeve.

-We do? -Sure.

Things get too hairy, all we have to do is come back here.

So long, cave.

Hello, world.

-We're trapped!

-Punky, those rocks moved all by themselves.

How could that happen?

-It's magic.

-So the evil spirit has magic-- big deal.

Maybe it is a big deal.

We've got something, too.

We've got-- Punky Power!

- Please don't do that anymore.

-Let's get moving.

Maybe we can find another way out of this cave.

-Punky, do you think that mean old spirit is watching us?

-No way.

This is a huge cave.

He can't see everywhere at once.

Next week on "Punky Brewster."

- Henry!

Mrs. Johnson!

-Punky!

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