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Goosebumps.

Viewer beware.

You're in for a scare.

Hey, guys, we're there.

Where's the camp?

Hey, man, what are you doing with our backpacks?

- Where are we? - What are you doing?

This isn't Camp Nightmoon. It's the middle of nowhere.

Hey, Camp Nowhere. We're here.

Is there something wrong with the bus? Is there anything I can help you with?

Don't you dare break my mirror!

So, somebody's coming to get us, right?

Where are you going?

You can't just leave us here.

Where are you going? Come back here! Get back here!

Don't leave us!

- Please don't go. - Get back here!

- Get the bags! - Get out of my way!

- Hey, where are you going? - Get back here!

Hey! You can't just leave us here!

- Get back here! - Where are you going?

I can't believe he just took off. Maybe he's some kind of psycho.

No one's ever gonna find us out here.

Quit being such a baby. Hey, keep cool, you guys.

What was that? See that?

What is it?

Don't run. Stay together.

- Billy! - Careful, Billy.

Don't go so far.

Did you see that?

Whoa! What...

Latest technology. Freaks 'em out every time.

- Hi. I'm Uncle Al. - Uncle Al?

- The camp director. - Oh.

Sorry about the welcoming committee there. We get a lot of wildlife up here.

- It keeps you on your toes. - What was it?

- That was Sabre. - Who's Sabre?

Sabre is not a who. It's an it.

Just keep to the trails and it won't bother you.

Okay, grab your duffels. Let's go. We got a mile walk in.

- Hey, that's my bag. - No, this one's yours.

This your first time at camp?

Yeah. I usually spend my summers with my relatives.

My parents go out of town a lot.

What do they do, rob banks?

No, they're scientists. They go on these field trips.

That's a drag. Nah. I'm kind of used to it.

At least this is better than spending the summer with my boring aunt and uncle.

My parents checked out a whole lot of camps. Nightmoon's supposed to be the best.

Yeah, it's gonna be cool. My name's Dawn.

I'm Billy.

Okay, girls, listen up.

Your camp is a half a mile down this path.

This is Martha, your counselor.

Let's go. Hustle up.

Careful on the trail. Careful.

- Bye. - We don't want anyone spraining an ankle on the first day.

- Okay, fellas, follow me. - Okay, Uncle Al.

Boys, welcome to Camp Nightmoon.

Before I assign you to your bunks,

I'd like to lay down a few rules.

One: No leaving your bunks at night and sneaking out anywhere.

Who would do such a thing?

Two: The girls' camp is completely out of bounds.

Girls are not part of this program.

Good.

I forgot my deodorant.

Rule three: Lights out at 9:00.

Wake up at 6:00.

My last rule,

and maybe the most important one of all.

You write home to your parents every day... every day!

Okay, that's it.

You guys follow my rules, and you're gonna have the best time of your lives.

Yeah! All right!

What's that, Uncle Al?

The forbidden bunk. Why is it called the forbidden bunk?

Because it's forbidden. So stay clear!

Any other questions? Okay, let's get you guys settled in.

Campfire's at 1900 hours.

All right.

I'm supposed to sleep in here?

Who's gonna sleep anyway? We're gonna stay up all night.

- Aah! - Whether we like it or not.

Hey, look. Cookies from Mom?

Actually from Daddy. Help yourself.

Hmm. Thanks.

Bottom bunk.

Hey, who's this Sabre? Nobody knows much about it,

but I heard he got two kids last summer.

You're joking, right?

What's the matter, Mike?

- Not enough chips in your cookies?

- Snake! - It bit me! It bit me!

- Grab one end! - - Of the snake?

The sheet!

Jay, get the window. Jay!

It really hurts.

You're gonna get me to a doctor, or a nurse or something, aren't you?

Hang in there, Mike. Okay? Stay calm.

Okay, who threw the sheet out the window?

He did. You're the counselor?

- Uh, the name's Larry. - Larry, we gotta get this guy to a nurse.

Why'd you throw a perfectly clean sheet out the window?

There was a snake in it! A snake! It bit Mike!

Oh. Oh, man. Get that out of my face. I just ate.

Go wash it off. I think maybe I got a bandage.

Hey.

A bandage? Well, we gotta get the poison out.

We gotta do something. You think you know more than me?

Now the rest of you guys get ready. We got campfire at 1900.

I wanna see the nurse.

What nurse?

There's no nurse? No!

What do you think, Uncle Al runs a camp for wimps?

Now wash the baby's arm, then wrap it.

He'll be fine.

One more time

One more time! Couldn't find any mustard.

I ain't really hungry anyway.

How's your hand?

It's not just my hand anymore.

I'm numb up and down my whole side.

You should be in the hospital.

Hey!

What's your name, son? Billy.

You were talking during the camp song, Billy.

That's not allowed here. What's so important?

Mike's arm's all swollen up. I think he should see a doctor.

- A doctor? - Snake bit me.

Who's your counselor, son?

Larry.

Larry, why wasn't I told about this?

Yeah, Larry, why wasn't he told?

Let me see that, son.

Ow! Good. That's good. You still have feeling in it.

But it really hurts. I know.

I've been running this camp for 23 years, and I've seen all sorts of bites.

This is really nothing to worry about.

Told you, wimp. Who's a wimp?

I promise you, the swelling and the pain will be gone by morning.

Really?

Trust me.

I embarrassed Billy a minute ago when all he was trying to do was help a friend.

Now, looking out for each other is what Camp Nightmoon is all about.

And that makes Billy number one camper in my books tonight.

Yeah. Three cheers for Billy!

Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!

Yea. Way to go, Billy.

Hey, guys, wait up.

Feeling okay, Mike? Yeah, okay.

I think I could eat something. Oh, hey, hey. Hey, listen.

I, uh... I got a marshmallow.

I just picked that up on the trail.

- Look, guys, there it is. - The forbidden bunk.

We gotta check that baby out. You in?

I don't know. Maybe.

Don't tell me the number one camper is chicken.

I'm not a chicken. Hey, hey.

Maybe the number one's afraid of doing a number... Hey! That's not it.

I just don't think it's a good idea, that's all.

Think about it, Billy. You got time to change your mind.

I'm not trying to be a downer, man.

It just really hurts.

- This supposed to be morning? - Not where I come from.

- Get up. Breakfast! - Come on, Chris.

Hey, where's Mike?

Maybe he's out picking marshmallows.

There's no blankets on his bed.

He probably ate 'em. Ate 'em!

Hey, look at this. His stuff's gone too.

Hey, what'd they do with him?

Mike?

Mike!

- I wanna see the nurse. - It really hurts.

Mike?

Who are you?

You and your bunkmates better get your sorry hides down to the lodge.

Where's Larry? We got a missing camper. I gotta talk to him.

Larry's eating breakfast. He sent me over here to get you guys.

If you got a problem, you take it up with him. Now get going.

Ugh!

Larry, Mike's gone.

Well, if it isn't the little Eagle Scout.

Why aren't you guys at your table? Where's Mike?

Go back to your table. This one's for counselors only.

Is he okay? Yeah, his stuff's gone.

Did Uncle Al send him home?

Yeah, maybe.

Forget it, Billy. Let's go. Come on.

I wanna find out what happened to Mike.

Geez, Larry, you got a bunch of whiners this summer?

Where is he, Larry?

Mike's not here, Billy.

So I guess maybe he's somewhere else.

Satisfied?

Uncle Al must have sent him home. I mean, his hand was pretty swollen.

Then how come Larry won't tell us what's going on?

Counselors aren't supposed to talk about bad stuff.

Yeah. It might give us poor little kids nightmares.

Okay, you guys.

Get your faces out of your bowls and listen up.

Who's for a serious game of baseball?

- Yeah! - Well, let's go!

- Come on, Billy. - The guy's bad news.

Forget about him. Come on. Let's play some ball.

Go, Colin. Go. Go, go, go.

- Safe. - Yeah!

- Batter up. - Play ball!

Let's go. Come on, Billy.

- What are you doing? Let's go! - Come on, Billy. Batter up.

Do you know what happened to Mike, Uncle Al? Mike?

- Which one's Mike? - Last night, snakebite.

- Oh, yeah, yeah. The blond kid. - Yeah.

Just you play ball, son. Okay? Don't make mountains out of molehills.

You're here to have fun, so start having it.

Come on. We need a hitter. Play ball.

Step in, Billy.

- Let's go! - Come on, Billy.

I'm gonna strike you out.

Strike!

- Come on, Billy. Get me out of here. Hit me home. - Bring him home!

Yeah! Go, go, go! Run! Run, Billy.

Go for third, Colin. Go, go, go.

You're out of here. You're out of your mind.

- Safe by a mile! - Safe at third.

What?

He beat the throw, Larry. Now play ball.

Larry!

Batter up.

All right! Here we go!

Run!

Colin?

He hit him right in the head!

Come on, man. The guy was running on the baseline.

The ball just slipped out of my hand, Uncle Al. It's all right, Larry.

It's not your fault. What's the kid's name?

Colin. Maybe he's got a concussion or something. He should get some help.

- Nah. You're all right. - Come on.

You're okay. Come on. Tough it out.

Take him to the lodge, Billy, and ice down this lump.

Then I want the both of you to get to the flagpole pronto.

You've got some tents to set up.

- Tonight is survival night. - A major Nightmoon tradition... Batter up.

where each night a different bunk gets to sleep under the stars,

live off the land.

Bunk four, you're up first.

Dear Mom and Dad. I miss you a lot.

I hope you're okay. I'm all right, but there's something strange about this camp.

Weird things have been happening. My counselor Larry's a real jerk.

But Uncle Al, the camp director, seems like an okay guy.

Maybe it's just me. Maybe I'm just a little nervous, first time at camp and all.

I hope your work is going well. I love you both. Billy.

Billy!

Get that out of my face. It's awesome out there!

Come on, Billy. Let's break some rules. The forbidden bunk awaits you.

You guys aren't really going up there, are you?

Come on, man. It's a perfect night.

We can't just leave him. You guys go ahead.

He's fine, man. Come on.

Nah. I think I'm gonna stay.

Oh, whatever. Let's go. Let's go. Yeah, come on.

Billy! Jay!

It tore Roger. It tore Roger to pieces, and it's gonna get us!

Whoa, whoa, okay. You warn the other guys. We gotta get Colin.

No, forget it, man. We got to get to our bunks! You do what you want.

Billy!

- Colin, get out of there! - Sabre's coming.

- Come on, man. We gotta go. - Sabre's hungry.

- Help me. - Got him?

Come on. Yeah. Let's go. Go, go. Hurry!

Come on. Go, go, go.

- It's gonna get us. - Hurry! Hurry up!

He had claws and teeth!

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