The Mitchels found their camping ground and began setting it up. Dennis and his dad began putting up the tent.

"Okay, son, that's the last of them," said Mr. Mitchell as he drew the last stake into the ground and Dennis hammered it in.

They stood back to observe the tent. "Gosh, Dad, it sure is a funny looking tent," said Dennis.

Mr. Mitchell stared at the tent for a moment before the realization came to him. "Oh great!" he moaned. "We pitched it upside down! Now we'll have to do it over again."

Just then Ruff came bounding up to them and leapt into the tent barking with delight.

"Hey, it looks like Ruff is trying the tent on for size!" Dennis giggled as he watched his dog become completely wrapped up in the tent.

Then suddenly the tent sprang loose from its pitching and Ruff took off wearing it and barking like crazy.

"Ruff! Come back here!" cried Mr. Mitchell as he and Dennis chased after him.

After a while they finally managed to grab a hold of Ruff and then put up the tent again, this time they pitched it right side up.

Then they built a campfire out of sticks and stones. Then Mrs. Mitchell got out their cooking supplies and Mr. Mitchell got out their fishing gear.

"Come on, my boy, we are gonna catch us some carp!" exclaimed Mr. Mitchell heartily as he held up his fishing pole.

"I don't like carp. What is it?" asked Dennis.

Mr. Mitchell chuckled. "I mean we are gonna catch us some fish for lunch!"

"Oh boy!" exclaimed Dennis.

So Dennis and his dad went down to the lake near their camp and Mr. Mitchell opened a box of canned worms and put one through the hook on the end of his pole and threw the line to the water.

"The fish eat the worm and then we eat them? Yuck!" exclaimed Dennis in disgust. He then declined to use a worm as bait for his hook.

"What are you gonna use instead?" asked Mr. Mitchell.

"A jellybean," replied Dennis as he took a small red jellybean from his overalls pocket and put it through his fishing hook.

They sat on the bank with their fishing poles dangling into the water for a long time before suddenly Mr. Mitchell began quivering with excitement.

"Dennis, I got a bite! Eureka!" he exclaimed as he struggled to reel it in. "Wow! This must be a big one!" he cried as he stood and pulled hard on the line.

He continued to struggle to reel it in but whatever it was on the end of the pole was being very stubborn and seemed to be trying to get away. Then all of a sudden Mr. Mitchell slipped on the muddier part of the bank and fell face first into the water with his big catch swimming away with him.

"Hang on, Dad! I'll save you!" cried Dennis as he jumped headlong into the lake after them.

Dennis swam out and managed to grasp onto his dad's hand and saw that he had managed to grab onto his catch on the end of line which was an enormous trout.

They swam back to land and then dripping wet they went back to their camp and showed Mrs. Mitchell their catch and she was pleased with it but quite displeased with how wet and muddy they were.

"What on Earth happened to you two? You both look like swamp creatures!" she exclaimed.

"We had a little slip up," Mr. Mitchell said sheepishly. "But we got fresh trout for lunch today though!" he added as he held up his prize.

So then they dried off and changed into clean clothes and the cooked and ate the fish. Afterward they were all quite full and satisfied.

"Now what do you say we go on a hike to work it off?" suggested Mr. Mitchell brightly.

They all agreed to this and so Dennis picked up his jar to collect any new bugs he could find along the way and Mrs Mitchell took the video camera they had brought and they started off hiking steadily into the woods.

Dennis' parents were openly observing the nature around them while Dennis himself was mostly busy studying the ground beneath him for bugs to collect. He soon found some termites and beetles and butterflies which he put into his jar.

"Ah... just smell that fresh air!" breathed Mr. Mitchell.

"Look, Henry, there's a buck up there," said Mrs. Mitchell pointing straight, and sure enough they could see a tall antlered buck standing very still and looking in their direction in the distance between a set of trees.

"Do you see it, Dennis? Dennis?" Mr. Mitchell looked around for Dennis but couldn't find him anywhere.

"Oh no! He must have wandered off on his own," Mrs Mitchell moaned.

"Now, don't panic," said Mr. Mitchell. "We'll find him. He couldn't have gone far."

They walked through the woods calling out Dennis' name. Dennis meanwhile was chasing after a large red and pink butterfly with his jar open. Suddenly he tripped over the root of a tree and fell at full length dropping his jar and spilling out the contents. He quickly got up again and scooped up as many of the bugs he could but the butterfly he had been chasing had now flown away.

"Where am I now?" he wondered aloud. "Mom? Dad?"

Just then he heard a low soft growl which was almost like a whimper. He looked around and saw a small black bear cub crawling on all fours towards him.

"Hello there, little fella. Where did you come from?" He walked up to the bear cub and patted it gently on the head. "Where's your Mom? Are you lost? So am I. Hey, I bet your hungry, aren't you? So am I. Wait here, I'll get us something to eat."

Dennis walked a little ways until he came across a beehive that was being supported on a lower branch on an old elm tree. This will do, he thought as he climbed up the tree and took a slingshot out of his back pocket which he put a jellybean into the sling of and then pulled it back and shot it at the beehive.

Moments later a loud buzzing noise could be heard coming from inside of it and Dennis quickly jumped down from the branch he was sitting on and his in some nearby bushes as a swarm of yellow-jacket bees flew out of the hive. They hovered around in circles for a moment and then they flew off to the left.

Dennis breathed a sigh of relief and then climbed back up the tree and sticking his hand into the hive he pulled out a large quantity of gooey sticky honey which he put an extra jar he had in his back pocket. Then he jumped back down and went back to find the bear cub.

He found the bear cub and held the jar of honey out to it and it ate it all up in a few big slurps. Dennis giggled and said, "Would you like some more?"

Just then there was heard another deeper and louder growl off in the distance.

"Uh oh. Your Mom's calling for you," said Dennis to the bear cub.

The bear cub went off running in the direction the growl had came from and Dennis went in the other direction trying to find his own parents. Suddenly he heard a faint buzzing noise coming from somewhere around him. He looked in every direction and suddenly spotted the swarm of angry yellow-jacket bees coming back to get even with him. He immediately took off running in the opposite direction from them, looking over his shoulder he could see them following behind him.

Meanwhile, some distance away, Mr. Wilson was relaxing in his fold out chair enjoying the peaceful harmony of the sounds of nature in the great outdoors. He felt content and at one with the world in this moment for he knew that he was both far from his home and from Dennis Mitchell and therefore nothing could possibly bother or torment him.

These thoughts which he had occupied himself with were suddenly interrupted when out of nowhere he heard the unmistakable sound of a swarm of angry bees buzzing coming towards him. He opened his eyes and could see a short figure running towards him being followed by a great swarm of yellow-jackets. Suddenly he recognized the figure as being Dennis Mitchell. But it wasn't possible, was it?

He was so shocked at Dennis' appearance that he didn't move from his seat and so Dennis ran into him with full force and took the bees with him.

With Dennis and Mr. Wilson laying on top of each other entangled, the bees seized their opportunity and viciously attacked the boy and the old man, flying all around both of them and jabbing at them with their stingers.

"YEOW!" They both hollered and at once jumped off of each other and started running away like crazy.

"Quick! Into the lake!" cried Mr. Wilson pointing straight ahead at the lake before them which they both dived into and so the bees were mostly washed away in the water while some of them flew away back to their hive.

Dennis and Mr. Wilson emerged dripping wet and slightly sore from the lake. "Dennis, what on Earth are you doing here?" asked Mr. Wilson still somewhat in a state of shock.

"I'm here camping with my family," replied Dennis as he tried to shake the wetness off of himself. "Didn't we tell you?"

"N-No, you didn't," Mr. Wilson replied with his heart sinking deeply.

"Well, why didn't you tell us you were going camping here too?" asked Dennis beaming with the delight at seeing his best grown-up friend in the world here with him. "Oh boy! This is just swell! You and me are gonna have the best vacation ever!"

Just then Dennis' parents came running up to them. "Dennis! Oh thank Goodness we've found you!" exclaimed Mrs. Mitchell in great relief.

"Why, George, we didn't know you were here too," said Mr. Mitchell to Mr. Wilson.

Minutes later, the Mitchells and the Wilsons were all gathered around the Mitchels campfire with Dennis and Mr. Wilson wrapped up snugly in thick woolen blankets.

"We had no idea you were also coming here to vacation," said. Mrs. Wilson. "If we had known we would have joined you from the very first.

"Well, now I suppose we might just as well join each other," said Mr. Mitchell cheerily.

Mr. Wilson shivered inside his blanket. He felt this wasn't going to be the vacation he had hoped for.