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Okay!

Everybody off!

Watch your step!

Aah!

Line up, maggots!

Move, move, move!

Sorry.

Man, didn't expect to see you here.

Adam, you're here.

Why are we blindfolded, anyway?

It's a school field trip.

Of course we're blindfolded.

Why, you didn't do this at your school?

Uh, no.

Trust me... this is only a

Spooksville thing.

You may now remove your

regulation blindfolds.

Good news, petunias.

Instead of a regular old boring

field trip, you're about to have

your lives permanently changed

by survive and thrive, the only

outdoor motivational leadership

program with stakes.

And I'm not talking

filet mignon, princesses.

For the next seven days, you

will push yourselves to the very

limits of endurance.

Whoa!

You're mine now.

There's no turning back.

This experience is gonna change your life.

You'll thank me for it.

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Listen up, tenderfeet!

You overindulged, moisturized,

lily-livered cowards don't know

what tough is.

But seven days in the wild will teach you.

You follow my orders, you ask no

questions, and you just might survive.

Coach?

Hmm.

I'm not questioning, mind

you, but this is a class field trip.

Where's the rest of the class?

Last night, I received 214

handwritten letters from

mothers, doctors, and respective

legal guardians excusing their

child from this exercise.

So it's just us...

Scaredy Katzman, Matt Irkman,

and Bryce Poole, Borden High's

oldest living student?

That's the one child left behind.

Several times.

Now fortunately for you all,

your parents realized the

life-changing importance of

spending a miserable week in the wild...

With me.

Moorpark, you are going to pay.

All right, let's tighten up

that line, marshmallows.

Cough up those cellphones.

Um, sir, do we have to wear

the same clothes all week?

You think I worried about

that when I was in the Marine Corps?

Bryce, Matt... cellphones!

I don't have one.

Hmm.

You know what we do with liars

in the Marine Corps?

Why would you carry cellphones anyway?

This place has, like, the worst

cell reception in the world.

Camera?

And a mirror.

Music.

Undead subject identification app.

Mm-hmm.

Those look electronic to me, son.

They're just bling... Yo.

All right, you cockapoodles

cool your heels while I plot a course.

Ahh.

Reminds me of my time in the coast guard.

Got lost in the outback and had

to survive on ant eggs and shoe leather.

Good times.

Ooh!

Hope we don't get so hungry we

have to eat the weakest link.

I wonder if nerd tastes like chicken.

Hey, uh, just a suggestion...

Maybe you guys should do the

mindless-persecution thing when

you're not standing in poison ivy.

Aah!

Adam, it's actually just wild hemlock.

Whoops. My bad.

All right, quiche-lovers,

rest time is over.

Come on. Let's move out.

Hup, hup, hup!

Is wild hemlock deadly?

I think I'm starting to itch.

This bites, dude.

Quiet down.

It's important to save your

energy out here in the wild.

Lucky for me, I keep a full

array of emergency

antihistamines in my backpack.

My poor shoes.

They'll have to be burned.

Another day in Spooksville.

Why are we still here, Ann?

In fact, now that you're one of

us, why don't you just magic us home?

Oh, that's a great idea, Sally.

Just give me the hearts of five

freshly killed salamanders.

Well, you seem extremely

resigned about this.

Eh, it could be worse.

Could be raining.

Why do I ever say anything?

We got to get to cover now!

Move, move, move!

Is anyone else slightly

concerned that we're standing

under a lightning rod?

I need a pick-up right away.

Hello?

Can't get through.

Why don't we just hike back

to the bus and wait?

You, Katzman... move to another shelter.

Now, run!

See those tracks over there?

I think they lead to an old

abandoned logging camp.

Saved.

All right, then, let's do it!

Move, move, move!

How do you even know that?

Max Planck's "History of

20th century U.S. Western Logging Camps."

Yeah!

You know, this day almost

makes me nostalgic for some

down-home paranormal calamities.

No signal.

Got to get through to the school.

All right, kumquats, you all stay put.

I'm going to search for a spot

to get cell service.

You know, it was a night like

this, about 70 years ago, that

the new foreman of this camp

discovered that all the

lumberjacks were actually

escapees from the Springville

Asylum for the Criminally Insane.

Some say they haunt these woods still.

Adam, you're not even from this town.

You just made that up.

You're gonna have to try a

lot harder to scare us.

I heard this story.

A long time ago, way back in the

'80s, a girl disappeared here.

Her friends double-dared her to

sleep over at this camp.

She took the dare, but it was a

dark and foggy night, just like this one.

She started to freak out, and

she tried to call for help on her cell.

Busted.

We didn't have cellphones in the '80s.

She had the very first one in Springville.

Anyhow, when the call connected,

her mom only heard her speak one word.

And then the phone started

screeching, and that was it.

She was never heard from again.

Well, I heard this place is a death trap.

People come here to find shelter

from the rain, but hiding in the

forest, a tree creature is

waiting to feed... a disgusting

creature with rotting eye

sockets and a pus-dripping claw.

Oh, no.

It's here.

It's gonna eat us all.

It's coming!

Aah! Aah!

Aah!

Hey, cool it, cool it, okay?

It's only Matt.

Yeah. We know.

What in the name of Sam hill

is going on here?

Bryce?

We were just trying to scare him a little.

This is no time for jokes.

What part of "trapped in an

abandoned logging camp with no

one to call for help" do you not

understand?

Oh! One of my messages must have

gotten through.

Hello? Hello?

Raah!

Coach macgillis here.

Hello? Hello?

Who's this?

I-I can't hear you?

What?

No!

Aah!

Coach?

Coach?!

Found it!

Think this is part of his survival game?

There's no evidence either way.

Didn't happen on last year's trip.

Or the five before that.

How long has he been in high school?

You mean we're out here, in

the middle of the forest, all alone?

Now things are getting good.

The fog is everywhere.

It forms a ring around the entire camp.

A meteorological impossibility.

We should investigate further.

No, let's talk about the weather later.

Let's find the coach now.

I'll search that way.

No, no, no.

I'm in charge now.

I'll do it.

Matt, come with me.

You guys, uh, go that way.

Cellphones and fog.

That sounds a lot like the story

you made up, Stanley.

I didn't make it up.

Wait. What?

It's a true story.

I thought you knew.

I'm horrible at story-telling.

Mommy?

Mommy?!

What's happening?

Aah!

No! Stop!

Scaredy!

Scaredy!

Where are you?!

Wait for the call to end.

Oh, my gosh.

Scaredy's gone.

We should've been paying more attention.

It was all in Scaredy's story.

The girl disappears into the fog

after she makes the call.

The call must be what summons the fog.

So anyone who makes a call

out here goes "poof."

The fog must have gotten the coach, too.

The question is, how do we get

him and Scaredy back?

Research.

"Missing girl, Springville

logging camp, 1980s."

The signal's so weak.

But here's an article on the

original disappearance.

"Springville mourns

Beth Wickers, who disappeared June 7, 1986.

She was last seen entering an

abandoned logging camp where..."

The screen keeps loading.

This is gonna take forever.

No, we don't have the time.

We have to warn everyone else

about not making calls.

Ann, no!

Hey! What are you...

We can't make any calls.

Scaredy did, and all of a

sudden, this fog came out of

nowhere and just... took him.

Relax.

Relax.

I wasn't even on the network.

I was using my phone's compass

to try and figure out a way

home, not that it worked.

Mine's not working, either.

There seems to be some kind of

electromagnetic field disturbance.

Forget science.

Ann, can't your magic do anything?

Well, I could turn you into a

newt if somebody hadn't already

beaten me to it.

I'm texting Moorpark to have him

bring the car.

What is that doing here?!

Nobody made a call!

Ann sent a text.

I won't let it take you!

Adam, get back!

Save yourself!

Oh, no!

Aaaaah!

What the what?!

She's gone.

Seems that any connection the

network... data transfer or

phone call... summons the fog.

We have to get Ann and the others back.

Definitely.

Let's get to work.

Yo, get this... my dad's

always on my back about putting

my nose to the grindstone.

Yo, this is gonna be my new cover photo.

Well, I'm gonna moon mine.

Go for it, dude.

Gross!

Nice!

Oh, you totally have to upload it.

Oh, I will.

No, no!

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Good thing you're not, then.

Oops.

I slipped.

Is there a fire somewhere?

Guys? What's happening?

What's going on?

Guys? Guys?!

What's happening?!

What's going on?!

No, no!

Guys!

Watch what's happening?!

Success.

Well, I didn't necessarily

adore them, either, but, Watch,

that's kind of cold.

I prefer to think of it as pragmatic.

By capturing the fog on camera,

we can finally get some answers.

I'm slowing down the footage now.

Okay, I hear a voice.

It's a girl's voice.

She's saying, "mom..."

And then something else I can't make out.

And then, "can you hear me?"

A girl's voice?

I'm the only girl left.

Beth Wickers... the missing girl.

She's the reason that...

Watch, what was that sound?

The website.

The article of Beth Wickers...

Finally finished loading.

All right, Mr. Pragmatic, what now?!

My brain says there's no escape.

But my upset stomach says run.

What?!

Go!

Watch!

Watch!

Watch!

Watch!

Guys?!

Watch!

Watch!

Oh, I'm gonna give this

Beth Wickers a piece of my mind!

There better be an app for revenge.

Don't worry, Sally, we'll bring them back.

First, we have to get out of this camp.

Come on.

Oh, gosh.

There's fog all around us.

Maybe we could punch in an escape hole.

But with what?

I don't know.

Oh, wait.

I think we're on the right track for that.

Come on.

Um, "in this position, the valve

allows high-pressure steam to

react alternately on both fa...

Faces of the position," or something.

What is that?

It's dark in here!

I can't see anything.

Well, that's why we have the

flashlight rule.

I didn't necessarily have

time to pack for this.

W... wait.

Are you crazy?

Crazy smart.

Flashlight app doesn't use the network.

Okay.

We have to turn on the boiler to

start the engine.

Next stop, anywhere but here.

After opening the cylinder,

turn the boiler valve in a

clockwise position.

Huh?

It's working!

Won't we disappear in the fog

like the others?

No, not if we're on top of the train.

We'll be above the fog so it

won't be able to touch us.

Here... follow me.

You sure it'll work?

Uh, no, I'm not sure.

This is the first evil fog bank I've...

What's that sound?

I think I'm getting a call.

Hit ignore!

Hit ignore, Sally!

Okay.

Do you have bills that need

paying, huge debts, an upside-down mortgage?

Stay on the line for help.

I think I pressed "speaker."

Hold on to my hands.

Don't let go!

Ohh!

Oh, no!

No!

Aah!

Sally!

Hello. How can I help you today?

No, no, no!

Speaker phone... doesn't count!

Okay, Adam, think.

Watch thought Beth was the key.

But where would she have been?

The highest point.

Best reception around.

Beth!

Beth, I know you're in here!

Oh, no.

I need to know what happened.

Beth, talk to me.

I need to call you.

Turn on.

Re-dial.

Re-call.

Wickers residence.

Beth, is that you?

Is this some kind of a joke, young man?

No, no, no!

Don't... don't hang up!

I think I found Beth's phone.

Mom? Hello?

Can you hear me?

Beth, is that really you?

I've missed you so much.

I've been trying to call you for

a long time.

Just come home, baby.

I can't.

I'm gone forever, but I'm happy now, mom.

I just wanted to talk to you one more time.

I love you.

I love you, too!

Sally?!

Watch?!

Guys, you're okay.

What happened?

You know what?

I couldn't tell you.

Last thing I remember, we were

on the train, and then the fog came.

And now I'm here.

We seem to have been held in

stasis within an electromagnetic field.

But what puzzles me is that the

field broke.

I think it was me using the

old phone to finally let Beth

talk to her mom.

Of course.

The signal from Beth's first

cellphone call must have

supercharged the negative ions in the fog.

This being Spooksville, the fog

must have mutated into a

paranormal prison instead of a

simple anomaly.

Using the phone again reversed that.

Okay. Look what the fog dragged in.

Ann.

You're okay.

We didn't get hugs.

Ooh! Looks like somebody's getting cozy.

Seriously, get a cabin, you two.

If only the fog could've kept

a few more people.

Aah!

Scoot! Coach is looking for us!

We need to hide!

Too late.

Understand this,

debutantes... the only thing we

get to eat for the next six days

is what we catch, so we're going

down to the stream, and I'm

gonna teach you all to fish grizzly style!

Um, coach?

I think I feel something... Something wet.

I-I do, too.

I feel a looming downpour in my joints.

Yeah, definitely rain-esque.

Okay, uh, well, then, company, uh, uh...

Retreat.

Yeah, we're going home.

Come on! Let's move!

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