Sweeping the foam of the diet soda that his campers, unfortunately, launched in his direction off the surface of the Demonstration Station (he came up with that one himself), Max couldn't help but giggle along with the mischievous gaggle of children, a knowing shine in his eye denoting that he knew this was all they'd be talking about for the week: They dropped Mentos in a 2-liter of some off-brand Coca Cola and managed to soak their science counselor in the process. Sputtering to the amusement of the little ones who were the ones to drop the Mentos in, he hastily brushed his hair from his brows and announced, Well, it launched according to our hypothesis, right? Even though it soaked Mister Max down to his socks in the.. process.

I'll clean up here; I want you guys to head back to the Science Cabin to grab your things for the dinner rotation. Line leads, please, shine the way. As the students begin filing out, Max starts looking around for some kind of towel or an extra uniform shirt when the flash of a camera catches his attention. Spotting a fellow counselor grinning down at the newly-captured photo of his soda-soaked torso, he gives a sarcastic laugh. Hah hah, Max Brinly covered in sticky soda pop, that will be worth millions someday. Want another one for security?

He dramatically strikes a ridiculous pose with an arm draped over his head, and he gives the camera a poor imitation of a model face complete with over-emphasized duck lips.