All language subtitles for Bunkd s05e18 Camp Creepy-Waka.eng

Scary story night is one
of Camp Kikiwaka's most popular activities.

Much more popular than
Guess the Gravy Night.

Although both will give you
some weird dreams.

I can't wait
to scare everyone with my story.

[GASPS] Let me guess.

It's a frightening tale about
your hot tub breaking down.

I said scare them,
not traumatize them, Lou. They're children.

Speaking of scared children,
did you convince Matteo to join us for scary story night?

Nah, he said he's still
recovering from the excitement of Mildly Amusing Story Night.

Okay, well, we have
a roaring fire, s'mores a beautiful night,

now all we need is something
that will really spook everyone to their core.

Hiya, losers!

Shoulda been
more specific.

I got beef
with you Hockhauser.

Oh, that's good,
'cause this camp never serves beef.

That's what makes the chunks
in the gravy so mysterious.

What are you mad about
this time, Barb?

You stole another
Camp Champion camper from me.

I didn't steal them,
they came to me on their own.

Josh's nightmares
about sports have finally stopped.

If he didn't want to play
Flaming Dodgeball,

he should have gotten
a note from his parents!

Or signed up for Sting-Pong.
The bees go easy on newcomers.

Don't you guys have any
normal sports over there? Like badminton?

Yeah, we have
Flaming Badminton.

Something not flaming?

I've already
lost three kids to you this summer.

If you're
going to continue to steal my campers,

then maybe I'll
just steal your...

Parker!

As you recall, Barb,
I can't be stolen.

I can, however, be rented
for birthday parties.

Fine.

One of these days, I'm going
to figure out how you're turning my campers against me.

or my name
isn't Barbzilla Barca!

Barb is short
for Barbzilla?

I had it legally changed to
something that would strike

fear into the heart
of all mankind.

Also, I lost a bet.

There's nothing to
find out, Barb.

Camp Kikiwaka is just a
pleasant, happy place to be!

[CAMPERS CHATTERING
INDISTINCTLY]

Usually.

[WHISTLES]

♪ Kikiwaka, Kikiwaka

[CAMPERS CLAMORING]

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
What is going on?

Noah and Finn,
you first.

Finn keeps stuffing
his dirty clothes under the bed.

Now the whole cabin
smells like old cheese.

Only because
it's also where I keep my old cheese.

Finn, I agree with Noah.

You need to start putting your
dirty clothes in the hamper and actually washing them.

Stop holding me up
to a ridiculously high standard!

I'm not the queen!

Yet.

Okay, let's put a pin in that.

What is your problem?

Destiny has, yet again,

planned our entire weekend
around another big environmental activity.

I don't want
to sort and recycle old electronics.

I just want to chill on
a Sunday for once.

How can you chill
when global warming exists?

Easy. It's called
a book, an iced tea, and a kiddie pool.

Get into it.

[ALL ARGUING INDISTINCTLY]

Okay, okay. That's it.
Everybody sit.

Now, stay.

Good campers.

We'll talk about
all of this later.

Right now, we're going to
have the time of our lives

scaring each other
or so help me I will turn this car around.

Sorry, I slipped into
"Road Trip Dad" there for a second.

And no stopping for food.
I brought us all healthy snacks.

I got your back.
I'm "Road Trip Mom."

Right. Now who wants
to kick everything off?

Finn, you're up.

Of course you pick Finn.
Camp is always about the campers.

This is a story so scary,

you'll be afraid to go back
to your cabins at the end of the night.

And not just because
of your meany-pants counselor.

Hey!

That's right.
I'm going there. Buckle up.

There once was
a meany-pants counselor,

who was upset at his camper
for not doing his laundry.

Dang it, Finn!
I'm so upset with you for not doing your laundry.

Okay, Noah.

You know that bed did not
just eat those clothes. That can't be real.

[ROARING]

I can smell the burp.

It's so real!

Finn! There's something under
your bed that eats your dirty clothes.

Yeah. That's
the Clothes Monster.

Of course it is. Do tell.

I leave my clothes on the
floor as a sacrifice to him, so he doesn't eat us.

Okay, but what exactly
is a Clothes Monster?

Uh, it's a monster
made of clothes.

Duh!

Aren't you in high school?

Why do you keep
saying crazy things like they're not crazy?

Okay, we need a plan.

We have to offer something
so disgusting, so gross,

that it can't resist
showing itself so we can trap it.

Ooh!

I have a pair of underwear
that hasn't been washed since Obama was president.

That sounds perfect.

And also,
what is wrong with you?

Okay, so, remember,
when we lure the monster out with your dirty underwear...

Oh! I brought a sock instead.
The underwear disintegrated when I tried to pick it up.

Oh! Good.

So, that's in the air
we breathe now.

Anyway, you throw
this basket over it to trap the monster,

and I'll keep squirting
laundry detergent at it until it stops moving.

Is that how you defeat
a Clothes Monster?

I don't know, Finn!
And I don't appreciate

that your freaky knowledge
stops here!

Okay. The trap is set.

Huh! Maybe even clothes
monster have their limits.

The monster has it.

Pull.

It's so strong.

I fed it well.

I think it also got
into my cheese.

Aw, man,
it didn't work

Ha! I'll bet
that scaredy cat monster

is too terrified
to come out and face us!

We showed him who's boss.

He's right behind me,
isn't he?

[ROARS]

Whoa!

I just made some
more dirty laundry.

I think we're gonna need
a bigger basket.

You got this, right?

[ROARING]

I don't got this.

I don't got this.

I don't got this.

DESTINY: Finn! Finn!

Finn!

Your story is
about dirty clothes?

Laundry isn't scary.

Unless you accidently
put your cashmere in the dryer.

[GASPING]

Okay. I understand now.

Guys, let's give Finn a break.
We're all scared of something.

For me, it's mortality
and the endless void. But dirty pants

are scary too.

Laundry's always
made me anxious.

That's why
I put off doing it.

Maybe because the mess
has gotten so big you feel overwhelmed.

That's true.

I barely remember
what it's like to be just medium-whelmed.

Then you have
to stop avoiding it.

The bigger the mess gets,
the more it feels like it's out of your control.

That sorta makes sense.

I guess I just don't know
where to start.

It's all about
tackling big problems by starting small,

and taking it
one step at a time.

You're not alone.
I'll help you.

Sure you won't run
away screaming again?

That was Story-Noah.

Mmm, Story-Noah
screams a little bit like Real-Noah.

Thanks.

I feel better now.

Me too.

How about now?[SCREAMING]

Yup. I see it now.
Classic Noah.

What are you doing?

Spying on you all. Duh!

I need to find out what it is
about Kikiwaka that keeps lurking my campers away.

It's definitely not from
your blah stories.

What's next?
A Dishwasher Demon?

Ha, shows what you know.
We can't afford a dishwasher!

Not exactly going down in
the Comeback hall of fame.

So, how do you do it, Lou?

Are you offering kids money?

Scholarships? [GASPS]

Did you finally figure out
how to make a flaming miniature golf course work?

Because I cannot crack that.
I keep burning down the windmill.

If you wanna see
what's so great about Kikiwaka,

then you should stick around
for scary story night.

Ugh! No way.

We'll be scaring children.

Ooh, don't mind if I do.

Okay. Who's up?

Me.

A werewolf creeps slowly...

Ooh! I'll go next

Back in the queue!

Okay, everyone,
this is a story about treachery and betrayal.

This better not be
about me.

Not everything is
about you, Ava.

This is about
somebody named...

Mava.

Oh, come on.

[SHUSHES]

Ava, I wanna hear
what Mava did wrong.

She sounds like
a treacherous betrayer.

It begins one day with
the camper and counselor sorting old electronics.

I can't believe I have
to spend my chill Sunday sorting old electronics!

Yeah, my voiceover
just said that.

Come on, let's try putting
these into two piles.

If they still work,
they can be donated.

If they don't work,
they can be recycled.

And if they don't work
and complain nonstop,

well then
they can be counselors of Woodchuck Cabin.

Hey!

But also, sick burn.

What is this?

That's an old ham radio.

It's a communication device
used to talk to other people

around the world
who also have ham radios.

And how do you know
so much about them?

My mom had one.

She liked to complain
about me and my brothers to people in Norway.

She only knew
one phrase in Norwegian.

[SPEAKING NORWEGIAN]

Which loosely translates to
"My kids really bug."

Let's find out if
the radio still works.

It's probably broken.
Just toss it in the recycle pile.

Now, what should I do with
this weird tub of grated cheese?

Uh...

That's an old foot spa.

And that's not cheese.

Yup. I'm done here.

Mava, come back.
We are not...

MAN ON RADIO:
Mayday. Mayday.

Is anyone listening?
It's an emergency.

Hello? I'm here,
mysterious,

yet familiar voice.

What's wrong?

Aliens are attacking
Moose Rump!

Aliens?

Like from outer space?

No. Aliens from Scottsdale.

Sorry, I don't
mean to be snippy,

they're trying
to destroy the Earth and it's very stressful here.

Oh, no. They're...

Hello?

I think I owe my weird aunt
with the tinfoil hat an apology.

I'm telling you.

I talked to someone
who said that Moose Rump was being attacked by aliens.

I'm sure whoever you heard
was just messing with you.

My mom used to get pranked
all the time,

granted it was me using
our neighbor's ham radio.

I have a great
Norwegian accent.

MAN ON RADIO: Hello.

Hello, are you there?

Yes, I'm here.

Oh, thank goodness.

I had to find
another hiding place.

The aliens found me.

[BANGING ON RADIO]

Oh, again.

Wow, I'm terrible at hiding.

See, aliens are attacking.

[LASERS FIRING]

And they brought freeze rays.

These aliens are really
starting to level up.

Wait a minute.
Level up?

That voice sounds
really familiar.

Parker, is that you?

It's me, Ava.

I mean, Mava.

PARKER: Yes! Mava, help.

I drove my RV into town

to get a burrito
and extra jalapenos,

and then these aliens
started blasting everyone.

Plus, my burrito has only

the standard amount
of jalapenos.

Society is falling apart!

Well, that confirms it.

Congratulations, Destiny,

you have been pranked
by Parker.

No, this doesn't feel
like a prank.

Parker sounds
really scared.

PARKER: You guys have to run.
They're coming your way.

No, alien,
please don't blast me!

At least let me eat
the rest of my bur...

[LASERS FIRING]

Did you hear that?

Aliens got Parker.

This is real and you need
to take it seriously

and help me.

You're right.
I should take it seriously.

Thank you.

I seriously think

you should stop
using this dumb radio.

-You're taking it?
-Yes.

Aliens or no aliens,

your ae falling into
a dangerously dorky hobby.

But, what are
we going to do...

It was a prank, Destiny.

The jalapenos
on the burrito gave it away.

Everybody knows
you only put jalapenos

on a chimichanga.

Is that a thing?

Everybody run.
We have to hide!

Which is it,
run or hide? Pick a lane.

Parker was in Moose Rump,

getting a burrito
with extra jalapenos,

and aliens froze him.

Now, they're coming this way.

What? I can't believe this.

Everyone knows you put
jalapenos on a chimichanga.

Okay, but the aliens.

What are we going to do?

They're getting closer
as we speak.

I knew this day would come.

Don't worry, I've fought
these aliens before.

Their weakness...[LASER FIRES]

No!

You're too late, Destiny.

Mava?

You're an alien?

How do you humanoids
say it?

Duh-doy.

No earthling could have
curls this glorious.

Fools!

This can't be.

Lou said you checked the box

for human
on your counselor application.

[GASPS]

Does this mean

you're not
CPR certified either?

Why would an alien
want to help you

recycle and save your planet?

World domination will be mine

once you are all frozen.

And then every weekend

will be a chill weekend.

[LAUGHING MANIACALLY]

See, what I did there?

You'll never
get away with this.

And your Norwegian accent

isn't as good
as you think it is.

Give me a break.
My tongue's made of bones.

Prepare to eat ice, humanoid.

[SCREAMING]

[SCREAMING]

That was great, Destiny.

You could have trimmed
some of the burrito stuff,

but, overall, really good.

Uh, I have a note.

I am great at finding
hiding places.

She did not
get my character.

What a spooky story.

It had suspense, intrigue,
and the alien was...

Me!

What gives, Destiny?

Huh.

You not believing
we're in danger.

Your refusal
to save the world.

I don't see
the connection.

So, Destiny,

just between you and me,

Mava was Noah, right?

Look, it's not
that I don't care

about the world or you.

But we work together
on these projects

all the time.

We pick up trash,
we plant trees,

and I even helped you

with your methane
reduction project

by treating
some very gassy cows.

That was you guys?

I feed them beans
for a reason.

Destiny, I love
helping you

with your
environmental projects.

Sometimes, I just feel

a little burnt out is all.

Well...

I hadn't considered that.

I just need a little

alone time to recharge.

But I'll be ready
to help again next weekend.

I guess that makes sense.

Lou, I'd like
to retract my story.

It was dumb anyway.

Everyone knows
aliens are already here.

How do you think
we got the pyramids

or Stonehenge or Florida?

Hey, I'm from Florida.

And that...

Is fair.

What this campfire needs

is a real scary story teller.

Exactly.

Thank you, Barb.

A werewolf creeps
slowly through the forest.

And I've got
a spine chiller for you.

ALL: Ooh.

Come on. She doesn't
even go to this camp!

Parker's right.

It stars you.

[GASPS] Let's hear her out.

Darkness had fallen

across a spooky,

raggedy little village.

The village
had been taken hostage

by an evil vampire.

Their only hope
was a fearless heroine

by the name of Barb Helsing.

LOU: Oh, Lordy.

Woe is me.

Being turned into a vampire
is a true bummer,

I haven't seen my reflection
since I got here.

You guys are so lucky

you get to see my face
all the time.

If only there was somebody
brave enough

to save us from this tyranny.

Do you know how much money

I have to give
to the washerwoman

to get the blood
out of all my cute cloaks?

This is awkward.

I ate the washerwoman.

Greetings.

My name is Barb Helsing.

I'm looking
for some of my villagers

who have gone missing.

I believe
they've been captured

by a powerful vampire

who is turning them
into vampires too.

So, I speed walked
across the sea

to find their captor.

Huh. This all sounds
like information

that's not important to me

but that someone watching us
might find useful.

Do you know where
I might find such a vampire?

Absolutely not.[BARB GRUNTS]

But try the tavern.

And ask for Draculou.

Curse that hideous beast.

She deserves to die
for her puns alone.

I away.

Evening, villagers.

A few announcements.

First, moving all activities
to nighttime has made it

so no one's bursting
into flames anymore,

which is a plus.

We'll miss you, Stan.

Also, I caught Chef Jeff

trying to sneak garlic
into the mound of brown.

So, moving forward
the secret ingredient

will be Chef Jeff.

[POT BUBBLING]

Draculou,
I'm here to report

that the villagers
from overseas

have been
successfully changed,

into vampires.

Hmm. Fangs
came in nicely.

Looking really blood thirsty.
Nice work, y'all.

My villagers.

Draculou has transformed them

into her
blood-sucking minions.

Welcome, guys.

Remember,
we're not just vampires,

we're fampires.

More puns.

I must stop her at once.

Everyone welcome
our three newest vampires.

Hiss-hiss-hooray.

[ALL HISSING]

Yeah, I'll just wait
till she's alone.

Ooh, that smell.

What died in here?

Oh, right.

I'll put an end
to your reign of terror

while you sleep,
creature of the night!

Well, this is embarrassing.

[BAT SCREECHES]

Ah. You didn't think
it'd be that easy, did you?

Curses.

I forgot you guys
could do the bat thing.

This is what happens

when you try
to steal my villagers.

Get ready
for some stake and garlic.

I know it sounds
super delicious

but it's actually very deadly.

[GASPS] Oh, no.

You got me confused

with someone who doesn't
have amazing powers.

[ZAPS]

Wait.

You can move objects
with your mind?

That seems
more like a superhero thing.

It's your ding dang story.

And it's your funeral.

Ha! Joke's on you.
I already had a funeral.

It was great.
We had a mashed potato bar.

Oh, I'm totally stealing that.

Die, fiend!

[GASPS]

[HISSES][GASPS]

Now, would you like
to meet your end here

or in the bone corner.

The bone corner
is more convenient for me.

Then I don't have to move
your bones later.

It's a whole thing.

Huh. Wait.

Do you happen
to have the time?

Doesn't matter,
because you're out of it.

Nice one, Draculou.

No, I think
you're out of time.

Goodbye, Dracu-loser.

[SCREAMING]

It burns!
The sun, my one weakness.

Agony, oh, agony.

Help me.

Okay, this is taking

an uncomfortably
long amount of time.

Uh. Sorry,
if you don't like how I die...

[GASPS] Which is now.

[THUDS]

Count Draculou is no more.

I have ended
her reign of terror

and her terrible
taste in curtains.

The curse is broken.

We are no longer vampires.

I missed you, dude.

Barb Helsing,

thank you
for vanquishing Draculou.

We didn't like her
but had to pretend we did.

It was awful.

Who is your vampire slayer?

-Barb Helsling!

-Barb Helsing!
-Barb...

You know,
just Barb is fine.

-Barb!
-Barb!

ALL: [CHANTING] Barb!

-Barb, Barb, Barb, Barb.
-Barb, Barb.

Okay. Really, Finn?

Sorry, I got caught up
in the moment.

Barb, have you ever considered
the reason your campers left

is because they were tired
of the competing

and back-stabbing
at Camp Champion.

And, maybe they wanted
to go somewhere

where their issues are faced
head-on with compassion.

Wait. I'm confused.

Is compassion
another word for nunchucks?

Camp Kikiwaka
is a happy place to be.

And when it's not
and we do have conflict,

we work it out, together.

So, in order to get
my campers back,

all I have to do is work

on my conflict
management skills?

Yes.

Blah.

Keep the kids.

I'm gonna go find out
who took my foot spa.

And thus ends another

successful scary story night.

Well, everybody off...[GROWLING]

Parker, we're sorry that
you didn't get to tell your werewolf story,

but this is just corny
even for you.

[GROWLING]

Oh, what's next?

You're gonna bite us
with your sharp little teeth?

Hmm, that feels kinda real.

Sorry, I was checking
on Matteo. Who's that?

[ALL SCREAMING]

[GROWLING]

Thanks for coming
on such short notice, Bernie.

I swear, it's the last time
I ask you to dress up like a werewolf.

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