[chattering]
Okay. Lift your arms, Boris.
Oh wow.
Now, you're ready for the afterlife.
Hey, y'all.
Just wanted to remind everyone about the
Annual Third Grade Field Trip tomorrow.
This year we're going to...
the beach at Lake St. Baron!
[cheering]
[groaning]
The beach.
[cheering]
And the nightmare begins.
[laughing]
Dah.
Your cheerfulness pains my ears.
How are we ever gonna survive this field trap?
I know it's grim, guys, but we just have to ride it out.
We'll be safe if we lurk together, in here,
away from the sun, sand, and sports.
[groaning]
Ugh. I better go get him.
Wait! Here. Take this for safety.
Fangs. Fangs.
Watch out!
Gah.
Yay!
Wow. Nice shot, Lucy. Who knew you were so good at volleyball?
Do you want to play with us?
Well, that did feel surprisingly, cathartic.
Sorry, I can't. Come on, Fangs. Let's go.
No more sneaking off like that.
We shouldn't be out here.
We belong in the darkness.
Uh.
You're safe?
- How was it out there? - So awful.
It was bright and sunny, and people were flinging
around some kind of sports ball.
- I'm so sorry. - Oh. Poor Lucy.
Sigh.
Hmm?
[laughing]
Gasp!
Bad Fangs.
Not again.
Guess I have to go back out there.
Aw, here, I'll help you. Bats tend to like my blood.
No! I mean, save your blood.
I've got this.
Pedro.
- You got this! - Do it!
You can do it. Go, go.
- Ooh, limbo! - Oh yeah.
Ooh wee! How low can you go, y'all?
Whoa!
[laughing]
Nice moves, Luc! We have a winner!
Lucy's been out there a while.
I'm beginning to worry.
We should go check on her.
She could have melted.
I'll bring a bucket just in case.
Go Lucy!
[indiscernible] Lucy!
Lucy?
Gasp!
Ooh. Groan.
What's going on? Is this what you've been doing all day?
Surfing?
Oh! Not just surfing.
Lucy's been doing all kinds of fun stuff with us!
You should have seen her spike the volleyball!
That girl's got skills!
Uh! Are you, like, a normie now?
Come on, guys, let's go.
Wait! Stop! You don't understand.
Sigh.
I'm sorry for lying.
But I was worried that if you found out
I was actually having fun, you'd be upset.
Well, we are upset.
I mean, what kind of Goth are you?
You're wearing dolphin print.
First off, I borrowed this from Sheryl.
Secondly, I'm the same Goth I've been since birth.
But today, I realized that just because you're Goth,
doesn't mean you can't enjoy the beach.
And I think if all of you gave it a chance,
you might like it, too.
[gasping]
Fangs!
Hey, this isn't so bad.
As a small child, I dipped my toe in the Dead Sea.
It was rather refreshing.
[laughing]
What is that?
[laughing]
Huh?
Gasp. Is this blood orange iced tea?
Thanks, guys. Mmm.
You were right, Lucy.
The beach is fun.
I wonder if any other normie things are,
like stickers or the mall.
Watch out!
Wow. You are really good.
Give that back!
It's real horsehair!
[laughing]