Angry Birds: Summer Madness

Good morning, Camp Splinterwood!

As you head out to your next activity,

be sure to look out for--

Care packages!

Huh?

Huh?!

Ooh! Oh!

Whew!

Have a Splinterwood-iful day!

Look, I know our counselors expect us to… shoot some hoops,

but sports isn't really my thing-- Ow!

So, why don't we… take it easy and--

Will you stop that?

Oh…

Neiderflyer.

Uh, this basketbird court is taken.

We were here first!

You want to fight for it?

Oh, please say yes.

I can't even remember the last time I was in a fight.

Um, just now, in Arts and Crafts?

You got a problem, vase?

I'll tell you what. I'll let one of you shoot for it. Make it, take it.

Look, Neiderflyer, you're being as charming as always.

By which I mean, not charming at all. But, how dumb do you think we are?

Should I shoot from over here? Or here?

How about here?

How about over here?

Chuck! I'm open!

Ugh!

-Oh! -Ah!

Oh yeah. In your beak--

-Yoink! -

No. Not you. Him.

Uh…

Okay, it's all on you.

This is it. One shot for the win. No pressure.

Okay, maybe some pressure. Maybe a lot of pressure.

But it's okay.

Just don't think about the pressure!

Not helping, Chuck. Bomb, you got this.

Ahh!

And that is game.

Hey, look! It's a care package somebird's parents flung from home.

Looks like a nice one, too.

We'll take that.

I don't see your name on it, Neiderflyer.

I don't see yours either, Maroon.

Come on, you know my name is Red.

So sorry, did I say maroon? I meant moron.

That's it!

Yes, that is it!

Hi, Matilda.

Oh my. Your chakras… they are just--

Ooh, they are bursting with energy, aren't they?

Uh-huh.

Anyhoo, like I was saying, that is it! My campers' care package.

I thank you and the universe for finding it.

No problem. I mean, what kind of jerk would take candy from a hatchling?

Cabin raid!

Guess that answers my question.

How could Neiderflyer do that?

It makes me angry!

And when I get mad, I get--

Lunch!

I guess I get lunch.

But after lunch, I get even.

I'm gonna raid Neiderflyer's bunk and get the hatchlings' care package back!

Now, we just need a plan.

Okay, okay, plan. Ooh! I got it.

Bomb blows up Neiderflyer's cabin

while the rest of us use paddles to tunnel in from below.

Wait, no, that's a terrible idea.

Okay, forget that.

So we push Neiderflyer's bunk to the lake, float it onto the water,

and then swing over from the bungee rope course

and board it like pirates.

Arrh! Ha ha ha.

Actually, that's a dumb idea, too.

How about we borrow nurses' uniforms from the infirmary

and then quarantine Neiderflyer's bunk for bird flu…

-No, that's a plan-- - Hey wait!

This one's not so crazy. This could actually work.

Give it to me straight. It's bad, right?

Look, I'm not going to lie to you.

It's bad.

And here you go.

I can't believe that worked and without any consequences whatsoever.

Up top!

Cabin raid.

- -Whoa!

-You put them in Terence's cabin? -Yup.

Why are you doing this? This seems like way too much effort for you.

Maybe because I never get care packages.

Or maybe I'm just bored. Slow day at the office.

Neider-jerk.