One day in Builder Cove. The Crew was just waking up.
Rubble: (yawns) Good morning, crew.
Wheeler: Good morning, Rubble.
Mix: Good morning, Rubble.
But Charger was still sleeping.
Wheeler: Wake up, Charger.
Charger: Huh, what? Oh. Good morning, pups. What are you doing today?
Wheeler: Nothing.
Rubble: Yeah. There's not much to do around here.
Just then, Rubble felt his stomach growling, and then letted out a little fart cloud.
Rubble: (farts) Excuse me.
Charger: That's okay, Rubble.
But it wasn't just Rubble, the rest of pups did it too.
Charger: (farts) Oops. Sorry.
Mix: What did you two eat? (farts) Or what did I eat?
Wheeler: It's fine. What's the worst that can happen? (farts) Excuse me.
Rubble: I guess whatever we had made us gassy.
Wheeler: But still. What should we do?
Mix: What about camping?
Rubble: That's sounds fun. Mix, you're one smart pup. Let's go and the rest of the family.
They went to tell Grandpa Gravel, Auntie Crane and Motor. They agreed.
Auntie Crane: "Wahoo!". Now a campout sounds like a great idea.
Grandpa Gravel: It sure does.
Motor: Camping. Camping.
Auntie Crane: That's right, Motor. We're going camping.
Grandpa Gravel: Alright, my pups. Go and pack up the things we might need.
Rubble: Okay, Crew. Let's bow wow camp. (Farts)
Excuse me.
Auntie Crane: You okay, Rubble?
Rubble: Yeah. I'm good.
Everyone went to get their things for camping. But Rubble, Charger, Mix, and Wheeler were nervous about farting during the campout.
Rubble: There. I'm all packed.
Mix: Me too.
Wheeler: Me three.
But Charger packed a lot of stuff.
Charger: Me four.
Rubble: Charger. Are you sure you need all that?
Charger: Of course. Always got to be prepared. (farts) Excuse me.
Mix: If you say so. Now let's go.
Rubble: We're ready to go.
Auntie Crane: "Wahoo!". Then let's hit the trail.
They hopped in their trucks and drove off. When they found the perfect camping spot, they unpacked everything and setted them up.
Rubble: Wow. Camping in nature is one of my favorite things to do.
Grandpa Gravel: You said it, Rubble.
Motor: Camping. So much fun. (farts) Excuse me.
Auntie Crane: That's okay, Motor. (Farts) Seriously. That was bad.
But then Rubble's stomach began growling. And so did everyone else's.
Charger: I'm hungry.
Mix: Ooh. Me too.
Grandpa Gravel: Well then. Let's eat.
They all roasted their marshmallows near the fire and enjoyed.
Rubble: Nothing like good old toasty marshmallows.
Wheeler: Yeah. (burps) Excuse me.
They all laughed.
Motor: (yawns) Motor, tired. (farts) Excuse me.
Auntie Crane: (yawns) Well. I guess it's time for bed.
Grandpa Gravel: Yeah. (farts) Excuse me. Well. Good night, pups.
Pups: Good night. (farts)
Rubble: Excuse us. But before we go to sleep, how about a bedtime Wiggle and Wag dance.
Rubble: 🎶We all went camping🎶.
All: 🎶Rubble and Crew🎶.
Rubble: 🎶And it's puptastic🎶.
All: 🎶That's what we do🎶.
All: (farts) (laughs)
