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♪ Magic is real here ♪

♪ Far away from home ♪

♪ Anything can happen ♪

♪ When witches make the rules ♪

♪ Monsters are cool ♪

♪ The moon is our friend ♪

♪ I wanna stay with you ♪

♪ On Summer Camp Island ♪

♪♪

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Gasps dramatically ]

What are you reading, Oscar?

It's nothing.

Boring, really.

Oh. Well, never mind, then.

Uh, no, Hedgehog, don't turn your face.

I-It's a joke. Please look at my book.

It's this awesome book my parents sent me

from their trip to Washington.

Whoa. That sounds juicy.

Your parents got you that book?

Yeah. That's cool.

You know what? I'm feeling sick.

I'm gonna go lie down.

I feel bad for Lucy.

Maybe we should get her a card or something.

Are you listening to me?

Oscar? [ Leaves rustling ]

Oscar: Huh? Excuse me, Hedgehog.

♪♪

Is that Lucy?

Why is she in the bushes?

And why is she wearing a raincoat on a sunny day?

Oscar, she's probably wearing that coat because she's cold.

She's sick. She's coming this way.

Hide!

♪♪

Lucy's not sick.

Oscar, please push me to the top next time.

Oh, sorry, sorry, sorry.

Hmm!

[ Gasps ]

Hedgehog, look at this.

She's wearing classic secret clothes.

What are you proposing, Oscar?

What if we have a secret society

lurking right under our noses?

O-Okay. I understand your excitement,

but just because she's wearing a raincoat

doesn't mean we have a secret society.

That's a big leap.

You know how we had French toast for breakfast?

I bet if I look real hard...

Yep. That cloud looks exactly like French toast.

Looks more like... a book.

Like a... Secret Society book?

Wha...?

It's just a trick of the mind.

Sometimes, when we read or see something,

we start to imagine it everywhere.

It's not reality. You're French toasting.

♪♪

[ Gasps ] Paper bag?

Secret handshake? I'm not French toasting!

Something's up!

I'm sure there's a perfectly sound explanation, Oscar.

Oh.

You guys here for Lucy's thing?

Did she forget something, or...?

Uh...

[ Gasps ]

[ Whispers ] "Lucy's thing!"

Told you so. Now, watch the doctor operate.

[ Normally ] Uh, ahem!

Yes, Lucy's thing.

Please do remind us, please, what is -- it is again?

Secret handshake.

Ow! Oh! No. No thing.

Sorry. Everything's burning. Got to go.

[ Door slams ]

Booyah! Conspiracy!

Sure, she's up to something.

Can we follow her?

Hmm. Alright. Yes!

But only to prove that you're French toasting.

♪♪

Wah, wah, wah. Wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah.

She speaks yeti? Hedgehog, are you seeing this?

She's got the bag. She's handing over the bag.

Oscar, sit still, or no more detective time.

No, no. I'll be good. I-I'll be good.

What's in the bag? Can you see? Can you tell?

She's probably just doing a favor to the alligator chefs.

Why come that's more likely than secret society?

Because it's simpler.

The simplest answer is usually the right one.

It's called Occam's Razor.

How about simplest answer is boring,

and Hedgehog is a boring lame-o?

Oscar's Laser.

Pew! Pew!

[ Gasps ] Wiggle fingers.

They're leaving!

Lucy dropped a note.

I bet it's just a to-do list.

Occam's Razor.

Oscar's las--

Aaaah! Ah!

Ooh! Aah! Aah!

Pew! Pew!

Oh! We're gonna lose Lucy.

I know. You follow her.

I'll grab the note.

♪♪

Ah, ah, ah, ah.

Gotcha.

What?

I got the paper.

Lucy's inside.

Okay, we have some time. What's on the paper?

It's definitely not a to-do list.

It's a secret cryptogram.

We have to say the letters out loud,

and the sounds the letters will make

will reveal the hidden message.

Both: F-V-N-E-T.

"Have we any T?"

S-V-F-T.

"Yes, we have T."

O-N-S-T.

"Oh, when is T?"

T-S-3-P.

"T is 3P."

Okay, what does "T" mean?

Trouble? Terribleness?

We'll have to guess later. Lucy's on the move.

We got to get closer.

♪♪

[ Whispering indistinctly ]

♪♪

Hello. I'm a secret.

Hedgehog, I've figured it out!

The feather duster! The handshake!

The "T" stands for "tickling."

I just wish we knew what Lucy wrote on that paper.

Wait. [ Whispering ] I have an idea.

Hey, Margo, can I check out this extremely rare book?

Of course not, honey. You know that.

Of course. What was I thinking?

[ Chuckles ]

Okay, bye. See you later.

Let's find out what she wrote.

♪♪

[ Gasps ] It's Pepper! They're gonna tickle Pepper.

Pepper hates being tickled.

You remember he made us sign all those non-tickle agreements.

The NTAs?

I remember. It can't be. Can it?

Ugh! We have to tell the authorities!

Oscar!

Okay, two things.

One, nice crop top. Two, what do you want?

[ Breathing heavily ] You have to help.

There's a secret society here on the island, and Lucy's...

♪♪

Uh...

[ Gasps ] We can't talk here. It's not safe.

Lucy's the kingpin of the super-lethal secret society,

and who knows how far down this thing goes?

I mean, we've been following her around today.

You're not supposed to follow campers around.

That's called "stalking."

You're a stalker.

You're not listening to me!

What's that book, Oscar?

Huh? A book on secret societies.

A book on secret societies,

and now you think everyone's in a secret society.

What? No! Just Lucy.

I'm not French toasting!

Lucy's not in a secret society. I would know.

Now, get out of here before I write you up

for being a couple of snoopy-snoops.

[ Grumbling ]

What have books ever done for anyone?!

[ Sighs ] Sorry, book.

I guess Oscar made a real peach pie out of this case.

No. You were right.

[ Gasps dramatically ] Didn't you notice?

Susie had a brown paper bag, like the yetis,

and an invitation to someplace called the Double Palm Tree,

and a pair of white gloves.

White gloves?

So they don't leave any fingerprints

on Pepper's armpits,

when they tickle him into an early bed!

Hedgehog, please.

I couldn't possibly gasp again.

We have to go save Pepper.

[ Thud! ] A double coconut.

From a double palm tree? That's right!

Follow that bird!

♪♪

It's almost 3P. Right on time.

Look who it is.

"The Tickler."

I guess we can't just walk in

with those alligators guarding the entrance.

Look at those military uniforms.

So sinister.

They must have Pepper in there, chained up or something.

How about we grapple up those palms?

It'll chafe my tum-tum.

But you know I'd do anything for Pepper.

Let's do this.

♪♪

[ Both grunting ]

Hey, Hedgehog. What?

I'd seriously do anything for Pepper.

Yeah, okay, great.

[ Grunts ]

[ Muffled laughter ] [ Grunts ]

Oscar! I can hear laughter.

That's...

They're probably tickling each other for practice,

and then moving up to Pepper.

Hey, man, that's a pretty good look.

Do you think I can start a new trend?

Both: Aah!

We're here to save Pepper!

I'm not even using that much pepper.

Wha?!

This ain't no tickle dungeon.

White gloves for sandwich-making,

feather duster for dust-dusting,

the brown bags are for tea-making?

We'll, I'll be...

Why are you guys just pointing things out?

Why did you lie about being sick?!

[ Sighs ] I am sick.

I'm homesick.

Ohhhh!

Oscam's Razor. Uh, not really.

I get homesick sometimes, and theses guys help me out

by re-creating an evening at New York's fanciest hotel,

the Hotel Fancy.

So, the alligators weren't guards.

They were doormen.

But what about the tickle fingers?

Hey, yeah! Tickle fingers.

Oh, we just do that 'cause we're excited.

Gee...

Why come you just didn't tell us this

at breakfast? Guess I was embarrassed.

Ho-ho-ho, Lucy!

Even I, Oscar, the coolest kid at camp,

gets homesick sometimes.

Uh, are you wearing just sleeves?

A-thank you!

[ Both slurp ] [ Chuckles ]

You know, Lucy, we actually thought you were, like,

a kingpin of a secret society, or something.

[ Chuckles ] Tee-hee!

Being from New York is like being in a secret society,

but one where you enjoy cucumber sandwiches and old carpet.

[ Both laugh ]

We thought you were gonna tickle Pepper severely.

No way! I take my NTAs very seriously.

That's what Hedgehog said.

Oh, nuts! Got tea on me new jeans!

Oscar! What?

Oscar, this is beyond the pale.

Aw, come on, guys.

You're acting like you've never seen a --

whoa, whoa, whoa!

Aah! Oh, no! Oh, no, no, no!

Aaaaaaaaah!

[ Menacing music playing ]

What's up, tickleheads?

So, as you know, we don't have a tickle victim tonight.

[ Grunts ] Crowd: Ohh!

Hey, guys!

♪♪

♪♪

I'd seriously do anything for Pepper.