[crying]
Uh, Dad.
[crying] Sorry, kids.
I just got the email that every adult dreads.
[gasping] What happened?
Camp Mastodon, my old family camp...
is closing!
[crying]
Me and my Dad, y-your Gramps,
used to go every year when I was a kid.
Now I have to call Gramps and tell him that it's closing.
[sniffling]
[ringing]
Ah!
[everyone] Gramps!
Can you--
[beeping]
Ah, dang it. He must still be on that fishing boat
in the Bering Sea.
Oh! Lisa, can I borrow your telegraph?
I'm going to try Morse code.
Another skill I learned at... camp!
Aw... poor Pops.
Wish there was something we could do to cheer him up.
Daddy Mani-pedi day?
Or... we can take him to Camp Mastodon.
He can make one more family memory
before it closes.
- That is a fabulous idea. - I love it.
- Sweet. - This is awesome!
That's where Gramps and I did
our father-son talent show routine.
O-ooh, that's where we tag-teamed campfire stories.
So many great memor--
[yelling]
[grunting]
Mr. Rinsler!
Welcome back, Lynnie!
Guys, this is the camp owner, Mr. Rinsler!
[chuckles] Nice to meet you, Louds.
- This place is so cool! - Thanks for havin' us, man.
Well, I should get back to packing up the office.
Do you need any help? We'd be happy to pitch in.
Right, everybody?
Ooh, there's a s'more station! Aah!
Lincoln and I will help you. Right, Linc?
Sure thing.
Oh, would you look at this, son?
Here's your Gramps and me on our first camp treasure hunt.
Treasure hunt?
Yep. For the treasure of Captain Kit.
Did anyone ever find it?
[laughing] No.
Who knows if it was even real?
I just send campers out on the treasure hunt
as a fun activity. [laughing]
I have, however, been told that this hunk of wood
is from the good captain's ship.
[gasping]
[grunting]
[screaming]
Hang tight, camper. I'll go get some ice.
Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!
Huh?
Whatcha got there, kiddo?
I think it's a map.
Wait. If this map was hidden in the piece of wood
from the captain's ship...
And here's Camp Mastodon!
It must be...
Captain Kit's treasure map!
Which means the treasure really is somewhere around here!
Son, if we can find that treasure,
we can give it to Mr. Rinsler and save the camp!
Guys! Dad and I found a... [panting]
a treasure map! It leads to gold.
[gasping]
Gold is my signature color!
No, no, no! If we can find it, we can help Dad save the camp.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Okay, everyone. Let's stick together
and don't touch anything.
[grumbling]
Oof!
It's a dead end. The best kind of end.
Huh? Look, it's Captain Kit's hat!
I saw it in Mr. Rinsler's book!
Don't worry, Dad.
We'll find a way out of here... and hat's no lie.
[screaming]
[groaning]
Hey, check this out.
It's the same symbol that's on the map.
[gasping] Tada!
I know Mommy said no touching, but good girl.
Here goes nothing.
[groaning]
[gasping]
Let's get this party started!
[cheering]
Everybody load up!
♪
Oh... no.
[chuckles] I'm sure that's nothing.
[screaming]
We're gonna drop!
[screaming]
Hang on, little minnows!
[everyone] Gramps?!
[groaning]
Ha-ha, I gotcha!
[screaming]
[grunting]
Welcome aboard, kiddos! Got your Morse code message.
It said, "Dod, camp Mustard close."
Oh yeah, I never was fluent in Morse.
Oh, hey there, Louds.
We have amazing news!
You're not gonna believe this!
We found Captain Kit's treasure!
The point is... [grunting]
now you can save the camp.
That sure is a lot of gold. Thanks!
[cheering]
But, uh, no thanks.
- I'm sorry, what now?" - Huh?
Well, as great as they were,
I'm afraid my Mastodon days are over.
That's it? There-- there's no more camp?
Sorry, Dad.
Uh, a crazy thought, but, uh,
what if it didn't have to be the last time?
It would be my honor
to turn the camp over to you, Leonard.
And it would be my honor
to carry on your legacy, Rinsler.
But I am gonna need that treasure.
Thanks, Captain Kit.
[distant chattering]
[whistling]
[laughing]
Ooh.
Poison ivy?
It itches just like I remember.
[crying]
Yup, definitely related.