Disclaimer: I am not Vince McMahon nor am I in any way related to him. Therefore, I do not own the WWE. (The summary, however, sounded like a bad advertisement for some movie's sequel. I will take full responsibility for that.)

Much like A Kindergarten Epic, this story does not take into consideration the ages or hometowns of the WWE Superstars, thus piling them into the same summer camp at the same time.

The parents of children previously enrolled as kindergarteners at WWE Elementary received a brochure for a summer camp, which specifically stated that all children from kindergarten to second grade were welcome. What's the harm? they reasoned, It would do them good to see all their little friends for a while.

This would explain why the soon-to-be banes of the first grade teacher's existence were loaded onto a bus one afternoon and shipped off to Sunshine Summer Camp for Kids. After what seemed like hundreds of rounds of "The Wheels on the Bus", they finally arrived.

"Look at this place," Rey Mysterio gasped. "There's so much space!"

"No kidding," Daniel Bryan replied, gawking at the open meadow and the surrounding forest.

Within a few minutes, the children were bounding off the bus, eager to have reached their destination. They were instantly met by an overly-cheery camp director. "Who on Earth is this?" Triple H whispered to Shawn Michaels.

"I would guess she's like the teacher around here," Shawn responded, looking a bit confused himself.

Triple H chuckled darkly. "You know what we do to teachers, don't you?" he questioned.

"This'll be fun," Shawn replied, smirking forebodingly.

After listening half-heartedly to the director's instructions, the children hurried off to the assortment of large tents they would temporarily be staying in. Once they had reached the area, a boy, no older than the rest of them, approached. "Are you guys staying here?" he asked.

"Yeah," Sheamus answered. "Who wants to know?"

"I do," the boy said. "The name's Adam Rose." He pulled a small lollypop seemingly out of nowhere and put it in his mouth.

"Do you have any more of those?" Daniel questioned eagerly.

"Depends," Adam replied shiftily. "Do you want to join my group?"

Just as Daniel was about to answer, Kane stepped in. "Don't bribe him with candy!" he exclaimed. "It's against the law."

"The only laws around here are the camp rules," Adam pointed out haughtily. "And none of those say that bribery is bad." Kane growled irritably at this.

Suddenly, the director reappeared with a clipboard and a small cloth bag in hand. Each child was given a pin depicting one of several animals. They were then instructed to find others with pins like theirs.

About five minutes later, the children were all gathered into five groups. "Each group will be bunking together in a tent," the director explained. "So that you can get to know the other kids in your group, please report to your tents." She then turned her attention to the clipboard and read off which groups would be going to what tents.

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Tent One was occupied by the so-called "Beaver Group". The Rock, Kofi Kingston, Rey Mysterio, and Daniel were all staring at the red-haired kid in their midst. "So," Rey said, breaking the silence, "Who are you?"

"My name's Heath Slater," the red-haired child answered.

"Nice to meet you, Heath," Rey replied. "I'm Rey."

The others followed Mysterio's lead and introduced themselves. Once that was out of the way, Kofi enquired, "So, your name's Heath?" The child in question nodded. "Like the candy bar?"

"Now that you put it that way…" Heath muttered. "I guess so."

The "Bullfrog Group" resided in the second tent. The Miz and Chris Jericho were trying to get to know the new kid in their group. Dean Ambrose was watching them from afar and Bray Wyatt was sulking in the corner, wondering why he had gotten stuck with these people.

"You have a funny accent," Miz noted to the new kid.

"That's because I'm from England," the boy replied. He stuck his hand out towards Miz. "Since you haven't asked already, I'm Adrian Neville. It's nice to meet you."

"You can call me Miz," Miz replied, shaking Adrian's hand enthusiastically.

The "Mallard Group" occupied the third tent. Shawn and Adam were making eager conversation while Undertaker and Roman Reigns sat in relative silence nearby. Poor Damien Sandow, however, was trying to think up ways to somehow make this group work.

"Do you have an infinite number of lollypops?" Shawn asked. He was rather fond of such things and was, as a result, happy to have wound up in the same group as Adam.

"I wouldn't say that," Adam laughed. "But, that doesn't exactly mean I won't share." He turned to Roman and Undertaker and questioned, "What about you guys?"

Undertaker narrowed his eyes at Adam. "If you try anything, I will make sure you don't see the sunrise," he threatened. Adam quickly backed up a few paces.

"Well, this is awkward," Seth Rollins noted. He was part of the "Turtle Group", which existed in the fourth tent. Other members of said group included Kane, Big Show, Bo Dallas, and some mean-looking kid no one knew the identity of.

"I'm sure you'll get used to it over time," Bo noted, nodding wisely.

"Besides, who on Earth are you?" Kane questioned distrustfully, watching the unknown child closely.

"My name's Kevin Owens," the kid replied, looking a bit skeptical of the others himself. "Don't you forget it."

"Okay, sheesh," Big Show grumbled.

The final group was the "Hedgehog Group", which lived in the fifth tent. Triple H, Ryback, Sheamus, and CM Punk were clustered around a spirited kid with spiky hair.

"So," Punk enquired, "Who are you?"

"I'm Zack Ryder," the child said cheerily. "I'm happy to meet all of you!"

"This'll be interesting," Triple H noted to Sheamus. The young Irishman nodded wordlessly in agreement.

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Some time later, once the children had had plenty of time to greet and get to know one another, they were called out of their tents and into a large building entitled the "mess hall". There, they were properly greeted by the head director.

After a lengthy speech too irrelevant and boring to record here, the children were served dinner. Insignificant chatter quickly ensued among the young campers. Perhaps, some of them thought, This won't be so bad.

They couldn't have been more wrong.