The Lake Lilac 'Summer Sale-Palooza', as counselor David called it was in full swing. Camp Campbell Campers, Wood Scouts, and Flower Scouts Alike are manning booths. "Great going, Campbell Campers. These Camp-Camp cupcakes are gonna really wow the locals!" David chirps, ever enthusiastic.

"Ugh. It's shitty Betty Crocker cake mix, David." Max groans. Across the Plaza, where the locals are milling about, is the Woodscouts booth, buckets of cheddar and caramel popcorn line the table. Its clear they are behind in selling.

"Snake, analysis!" Pikeman orders the short, tough eye patch wearing boy. "Second, sir." Snake says, saluting. "Second, damn. Flower Scouts always think they're one step ahead!" He slams his fist down. "Now, men, focus up. Petrol, spin that sign!" The buff boy grunts.

"Snake, keep selling like your bunk place depends on it. Because it does." He glares at his fellow scout, who just nods and goes back to work. "And I, ever the creative and charismatic leader, will do some investigative espionage." He runs a hand through his hair as he strolls over to the Camp Campbell booth.