A Cyborg in Time

The Polarizing Plight of the Pitiless Pooperators!

I won! I'm king of the camp! Whoo-hoo-hoo! This is George Beard and Harold Hutchins.

George is on the left with the tie and the flattop.

Harold is on the right with the T-shirt and the bad haircut.

Remember that, now, because they've had better days.

-How did we get here? -Great question, buddy.

Good thing I made a trailer to answer that.

They thought camp would be fun.

You could go to your dream camp, like candy camp.

Only problem is the guy in charge.

We're on Team Melvin.

- Krupp isn't our enemy, he's our hero! - He's a different man now! We don't wanna wreck the camp.

We love it! We got the camp we wanted and Mr.

Krupp keeps his job.

Yeah, it's win-win! Actually, it's just win for me.

You've got to be kidding me! George and Harold have beaten me for the last time.

I will create an inferno! Bummer Camp.

In theaters now.

-That's scarier than I remember.

-Editing.

This show's not gonna win awards with puns and fart jokes.

So George and Harold make comic books - We're cool - Me, too Now they're summering at summer camp And Mr.

Krupp is, too Once they used the hypno-ring And first they made him dance Then accidentally, kinda on purpose Turned him into Captain Underpants Tra-la-la With a snap, he's the Captain Flying through the trees And don't forget when he gets wet You're sure to feel the squeeze Put it all together What could possibly go wrong? Now this is the end Of the Captain Underpants song - By George Beard and Harold Hutchins - Tra-la-camp The Polarizing Plight of the Pitiless Poopetrators.

Chapter 1: Control, Salt, Delete.

I can't believe our parents signed us up to come back here next summer.

-This camp was a total bust.

-But we did all that fun stuff.

Archery and kayaking And barbecue and dominos Laser tag, capture the flag Pie eating and a talent show -That was dream camp, remember? -Oh, yeah.

But dream camp had a talent show, and so can real camp.

Last chance to make this summer slightly less stinky.

Talent show's canceled! You've got digging to do.

There's a rich deposit of salt under this camp.

It's literally a gold mine of salt.

And he who controls the salt controls the world.

So grab a shovel and start digging.

Mm! Mm Like a pretzel made of dirt.

"Lake Summer Camp Salt Mine.

" This is worse than Lake Summer Camp.

"Make me smell an armpit.

" Ah, that helps a little.

A little, but not enough.

Hmm? -There's only one way out of this.

-Yep, new identities.

You're Jurgen, an 11-year-old Dutch singing sensation, and I'm Raoul, a 12-year-old French math prodigy.