BUNK'D

Well, here she is.

Kikiwaka Ranch.

Our new camp in the Wild Wild West.

What a historic moment.

I'd take a picture,

but I already dropped my phone down that well.

Genius idea, buying a working ranch and turning it into a camp.

I agree. I mean, sure it's a little rundown,

but it's much better than that place you wrote to me about

called Killer Pigeon Ridge.

Killer Pigeon Ridge?

What a dumb name.

What's this town called?

Dusty Tush, Wyoming.

Oh, yeah. That's definitely worse.

I can't wait for all the new campers to get here in a week.

They'll get to do all the usual fun camp things

and learn how to ranch from this here farm girl.

I can't wait to start my first summer as a camp counselor.

I just wish all of our friends were going to be here to see how good I am at it.

I mean, how much I miss them.

Yes, but Finn, Ava and Matteo are holding down the fort back at Camp Kikiwaka

Literally. That fort we built on the great lawn,

it keeps blowing away.

So, Noah, are you excited to meet new campers?

You're darn tooting.

Nope, not going to start that. Tried it on, doesn't fit.

I can't wait to start my job as activities director.

Get ready for this summer to be a nonstop crazy party.

Full of safe and educational fun, boss.

And on that note. Let's all raise a glass of sarsaparilla

and toast to the best summer ever.

To Kikiwaka Ranch.

Kikiwaka Ranch

Can I get a drum roll, please?

Ta-da!

But at least no killer pigeons.

You're darn tooting.

Nope. Should have let it go the first time.

Finally here, the first day at camp.

Hey, does it feel great to have two?

Moose Farm. Now Dusty Tush.

One day you'll own a Kikiwaka

in every stupidly named town

in the country.

Sure, sure.

I definitely own this camp.

Hey, hey, look. A redhead.

We don't get many of those recessive genes.

Why are you being weird?

You do own this camp, right?

Of course. The owner and I

just have to go over one tiny little detail.

Which is I still have to buy it

and he still has to give it to me.

Wait, so you don't own this camp?

Lou, if I'm the more responsible one here,

we are in big trouble.

Look, the owner and I

have been emailing back and forth,

and he said it's basically a done deal.

Plus, he loves me.

He LOL'd at all my jokes.

Well, now we know this man is a liar.

He's coming by today,

and then it will be official,

because what's the other option?

Telling all the kids to go home

and giving their parents their money back,

then returning to Maine in disgrace?

Are our campers here yet?

Yeah. I can't wait to make my new boys

best friends with each other.

Just like I did with Finn and Matteo.

Weren't they best friends before you got there?

Girl, please. Was there even a camp before me?

So, Lou, who are my new Mustangs?

I'm ready to teach them everything I know.

Arts and crafts, nurturing the environment.

And on the last day of camp, we'll definitely promise

to write handwritten letters, not e-mails, in glitter pen.

Well, you actually only have one camper.

We're a new business. And the feral chicken scared off a lot of kids.

But according to what I have written down here,

Winnie is just the angel you described.

Ah!

Whoa!

That was way higher than I thought.

Anyway, I'm Winnie. Two questions.

Who's my counselor

and where's your tallest skate ramp?

You got me.

There is nothing written on this clipboard.

Hey, man. Are you Bill?

That's right. Bill Pickey,

named after my great great grandfather, Legendary cowboy.

And I'm Jake.

Named after my mom's favorite pet psychic.

Funny story.

He told us Mittens was jealous of me.

So now I have to bring her dead birds.

You city folk have sad, funny stories.

Right?

Anyway, my mom sent me to this camp because I play too many video games,

which is cool because I could totally use a break from technology.

Unless you got a phone. Does your phone have games?

Come on, man.

Nope, No phone, just practicing for this summer.

I'll be spending my days whipping this ranch into shape.

The chickens have been on their own for too long.

I think I saw them taking prisoners.

Oh, I kind of thought we'd be spending the summer

having fun together and becoming best friends.

Well, cowboy's work is never done.

Hey, coyotes.

I'm Noah. Yes, that Noah.

Ready to spend the summer having fun together and becoming best friends?

This guy gets it.

You guys go ahead.

I've got to meet the livestock.

The chicken need an alpha and it's going to be this guy.

But I thought we could all head down to the lake

and maybe do a fun trust exercise

where you make me feel better about something

that happened in middle school that I still cringe about.

Sorry, guys. The dogies are waiting.

What's a dogie?

What's a coyote?

Wait, seriously?

Let's see. Fireworks, gas mask,

blowtorch, tank of propane.

Toothbrush?

How'd that get in there?

So Winnie, Winnie, Winnie, Winnie.

Why don't you tell me a little more about yourself?

Sure, I'm Wild Winona Weber.

You've never heard of me?

Um...

The school bus bandit?

The pillow fight princess of Portland.

Man, I've got to get a PR guy.

I'm sensing you're a bit of a daredevil.

Absolutely not.

I'm a lot of a daredevil.

After all, I've only got one lifetime to do something legendary.

But don't worry. I totally know what I'm...

Ooh! Sorry. That baby is on a hair trigger.

Anyway. What was I saying?

Uh...

You were telling me what you're most excited to do at camp.

Please say fireside gossip.

That's a hard one.

I think it's either witnessing a real stampede

or using these propulsion fireworks I invented to try Jack canoeing.

Either way, challenge accepted.

Howdy. You must be the soon to be owner of my beloved ranch.

And you must be Marshal.

The Marshal.

Because you're US Marshal?

No, 'cause my name is Marshal.

And the 'the' because?

I'm fancy.

Okay. Glad we went on that circular drive.

Nice to meet you.

Well, nice to meet you.

You know, I grew up on this ranch,

and I really wanted it to go to someone special.

Which is why I'm so glad I got that email from you and Rusty.

Right? Holy, who?

I thought to myself, Nancy and Rusty Delmore are real ranchers

that know the value of keeping this place a ranch.

Can you believe

another lady wanted to turn it into a summer camp?

Oh, I am sure she meant well.

I mean, who would want to fill this piece of history with disrespectful kids?

Too true. Kids are the worst and not our future at all.

Hey, if you love this place so much, why are you selling it?

Well, I don't rightly have time to take care of it anymore.

But I do have some real fond memories.

Learning to ranch here as a little tyke

In fact, I would love to give you and Rusty a tour for old time's sake.

Oh.

I wish we could. But Rusty, he is just so busy ranching his little rusty butt off.

So, how about just give the deed to Miss Nancy?

Now. Now.

I insist on meeting Rusty.

The way you described him.

Ten gallon hat,

handlebar mustache,

and obsessed with jort overalls,

I got to meet this character.

So do I.

I will be back in an hour.

See you both then.

Okay.

In jorts.