It's late one night, the stars twinkle over Camp Pine Grove as you sit on the edge of a dock, having snuck away from camp storytume for a little alone time in the woods.

"Yo, anybody out here?" Brady, the more cheerful and hype counselor of the camp calls out. "Its curfew, any campers out gotta at least be within the bounds of the cabins. If you're gonna cause problems, do it ear shot, kids!"

"Brady, don't say that. They're gonna get into trouble and say you gave the go ahead." Chase, the more mature of the pair scofs, smacking his friend playfully. "Hey, campers? Come on, we'll know if you're gone, you know we do bunk checks."