As for Dipper and Candy, they come across the bags located near the lake where Connie claimed she spotted Candy's bag. They go for a hasty search, only to find it nowhere.
"Seen anything?" Dipper asks.
"No sign of my bag, anywhere," Candy laments, almost giving up hope. After moments of finding, there is definitely no sign of Candy's bag. "It's no use, Dipper. M y bag's nowhere."
"Hey, let's not give up, okay? Your bag is just around here. We'll find it," Dipper motivates her. Feeling his support, Candy wipes her watery eyes and continues finding. "It has to be here. Connie said it."
Suddenly, one boy emerges in front of them, carrying Candy's bag. "Is this what you're looking for?" he asks threateningly.
The two spots the nametag, confirming it to be Candy's.
"That's my bag. Give it to me!" Candy insists.
"Nah-ah! Not if you have to go through me first!" he intimidates them again. The boy goes closer to them, revealing it to be stock bully Nelson Muntz. "Now, since we are in the same page of looking for our teams…just kidding! I had my team. But there's just one problem. We're going to lose! Now, I'm not going to be the one to blame. So I say when you're going to get your bag. Haha!"
Dipper then stands up for Candy. "She insists that you give her bag."
"What are you going to do? Make me?!" Nelson replies.
"In fact I will." With that, Dipper is about to smack on Nelson's face, but the latter grabs Dipper's hand tightly and twists it hard.
"Dipper!" Candy screams.
"Haha!" At his laugh, Nelson pushes Dipper back to Candy. She then comes to his aid, noticing that Dipper gained an injured hand from Nelson's actions. "Now, are you going to stop me or what?"
However, straight out of nowhere, someone flashes by and kicks Nelson by the face. Another pushes from behind. Another pulses him on the front. And the last one steps him to the ground.
"That's for intimidating these poor kids!" Penny Proud from The Proud Family and leader of Team #17, who steps on Nelson's face, warns him. Her other team members appear after taking down the bully, and each stands with a pose. There is Dee Dee, the second-in-command. There is Jennifer Shope from Supernoobs. There is Mike from Mike, Lu and Og. There is Tootie and Trixie, Timmy Turner's "friends". Of course, there is Pinkie Pie. There is Madison from Class of 3000, who picks up Candy from being scared. And there is Riley Daring from The Replacements, who assists Dipper up.
"Are you okay dear?" Riley asks.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about it," Dipper says.
"Hush it now. Your hand is hurt. We just need to nurse your hand." Riley then has Dipper rest on the side and pulls out her portable first aid kit as she tends Dipper's hand injury. "Feeling fine?"
"Yeah but…"
"Just relax, sweetie. I got this," Riley assures, though with unintentionally touching Dipper's face. "I am a Girl Scout. I can handle this." And just with that cordial gesture, Dipper feels a fondness in him to the girl who is nursing him.
But back on track, Penny picks up Nelson and warns him, "If you harm these two or any of us, we will come for you. You swear you will regret for looking at us down."
"Yes ma'am," Nelson replies cowardly, "Don't worry. I support your movement. Go feminism!" At his last words, he is about to cry but flees in fear and defeat, a defeat against an all-female team.
Penny then moves back to Dipper and Candy. "Are you okay guys?"
"They're cool," Madison confirms.
"Though this guy needs to rest his hand," Riley says, referring to Dipper.
The leader then hands the bag to Candy. "Here you go…uhmm…"
"Candy," Candy continues.
"Oh good, Candy."
As she receives her bag, Candy checks out her team designation, which turns out to be, "Team #17?"
The girls are astounded by this announcement when they finally realize that they had found their "prodigal" team member. Of course, they all cheer at that prospect.
"Welcome to the team Candy!" Dee Dee proclaims and then lifts her up.
"This calls for a celebration!" Pinkie Pie exclaims, making the girls exclaim as well.
"Hold on girls. Celebration later. For now, we have to catch up with the other teams," Penny reminds them.
Tootie then supports on Penny's move when she points to other teams forming. "Team leader's right! We gotta move!"
"Alright, let's go!" At that signal, Team #17 leaves the scenes, not before Candy saying goodbye to Dipper.
"Thank you Dipper…for defending me."
"You know me. I don't want to see you guys in harm, especially Mabel," Dipper replies.
"Well, it's farewell, then."
"No, we still have lunch."
With that assurance, Candy embraces Dipper.
Riley also pays her farewells to Dipper. "Alright dear, you just wait for your hand to heal. I may recommend a moisturizing oil for that." She then suddenly pats him by the hair before going to her team. "You're a brave boy. Keep it up."
As the team flees, Dipper cannot help but smile at what he encountered.
On the opposite side of that spectrum is the carnage on the rendezvous point. While Teams #1, #2, #4, #7, #8, #11 and #16 come across in the field and duke out each other, other teams join the party.
There is Team #10, whose leader is Randy Cunningham and second-in-command is Bart Simpson.
"The place is like Mad Max, sir," Bart confirms while looking through his binoculars. "Full of sand and blood, but no cars or monster trucks."
"Wait, you're 10 and you watched Mad Max?" Randy questions him suspiciously.
"Uhmm…blame it on Homer," Bart slyly retorts.
"Okay, mad howler!" Randy calls the team's howler, who turns out to be Omi from Xiaolin Showdown.
"This day men, people may have forgotten about us. But this day, we fight for them! For China! For Shen Gong Wus! For Hogwarts! For Middle-Earth! For Frodo! For Dumbledore! For Hogwarts! For Narnia…!"
"Okay, we get the picture," Randy interrupts him, "And you're a Chinese monk. And you know those stuff."
"Uhmm…blame it on Kimiko and this magical portal called Netflix."
"Continue."
"…And for Aslan!" And at his battle cry, Team #10 dives down from uphill and joins the carnage.
There is also the aforementioned Team #3, consisting of Twilight Sparkle as the team leader and Bubbles as the second-in-command.
"That's not a good sight," Twilight Sparkle comments.
"I agree. I thought camp was supposed to be fun, not messy," Bubble replies.
"Uhmm they can be messy," Vince La Salle from Recess emphasizes.
"So, anyone has a full-proof plan?" Lisa asks the guys.
Then Dexter proposes, "Well, I happen to brought with me a petrification device where I can freeze the campers, and we can get our flag!"
But when he shouted that fact, camp facilitators Brad Carbuckle and Sheldon Lee in tuxes and shades confront Dexter.
"We heard that you have a freezing device in possession," Brad says. "May we have it please? Or we will escort you to exile in the tar pits."
"I thought it's the magma chamber?" Todd Daring asks.
"No further questions. Now!"
Without any choice, Dexter gives Bard his time ray gun, and Brad hands the gun to Sheldon for safekeeping before they leave.
"Oooh, I always want to try one of these!" Sheldon happily utters.
Back to the team, Vince addresses to them, "Now what?"
The team's scout, Phineas Flynn, then observes the rendezvous grounds and spots Lincoln Loud emerging out of the carnage while crawling; but he gets pulled back in. Phineas also notices the stage's design and structuring. From there, he sprouts an idea. "Guys, I know what we're going to do today!"
Generally, Phineas' plan is to have someone crawl to the battlefield and claim the flag. Then, the flag will be tied to a longer stick to be used for the team to cross to the center. Once they do, they will pole vault all the way to the stage with their flag. Needless to say, the results will come out in the end.
But back in the field, more teams (#5, #6, #9, #12, #14, #15 and #18) emerge and join the battle. And Chris McKlein is impressed for obvious reasons. "I can watch this all day," he implies while munching on popcorn.
Lincoln, meanwhile is trying to get himself out of the mess again. He can only evade heavy stomps from the campers and the thick sand that is blocking his vision. It is really crawling through a battlefield. "Man, I have this at home. Can't I have this Saving Private Ryan scenario at camp?!" he groans to himself.
Some campers collapse to the ground for playful reasons, like Olly Timbers from Welcome to the Wayne, who notices Lincoln while fending off a fellow camper. "Oh Lincoln! It's me, Olly! We met in the studio!"
"Olly?" Lincoln replies. "Right, Olly! Yeah, hi!"
"Well, I've gotta go. Had to fight for my team!" And Olly Timbers resumes fighting.
Lincoln continues to find his way out, but suddenly bumps onto Gretchen from Camp Lakebottom.
"Ouch! Watch where you're going!" Gretchen scolds him.
"Sorry, trying to find my team, or my way outta here," Lincoln replies.
"What's your team, anyway?"
"Team #19."
"No way! You're from Team #19?!" She then pounds Lincoln's head in glee. "Kinda crazy because I'm from Team #19!"
"Really? Finally, not alone!"
"Good. Where the others?"
"Actually, I'm on my own."
"What?"
"Yeah, brought my friend here to meet his team. And look where it went."
"Never mind that. We need to find our way out."
"Find our way out? Or look for the others?"
"Most likely, the campers here have teams. But we don't have a team yet. They must be out there."
"Yeah, but how will we get outta here?"
"Leave that to me!" Gretchen stands up from her position and kicks out several campers, opening a way for them to escape. "Let's go!"
Lincoln is just left impressed.
Back on Dipper's end, he rushes to meet up with Connie and Chloe. But as quickly as he goes, Dipper suddenly bumps into Howard Weinerman.
"Oooh sorry man, are you hurt?" Howard reaches out to Dipper.
"No, I'm cool. I just need to get to my team."
"Woah, your arm's hurt. Sorry about that, if I am responsible for that."
"No, no. It's fine. We just need to avoid bumping into people that much."
Janna from Star vs. The Forces of Evil then interrupts the moment. "I don't think that is possible on an event that requires physical activity."
"Right, and you are…?" Dipper responds.
"Janna." She then shakes Dipper's hand. "And the clumsy one's Howard."
"Hey!" he vents.
Suddenly, Dipper remembers them being the guys that Connie's looking for, meaning they belong in the same team. "Wait, Janna? Howard? We're looking for you, guys. We belong in the same team! Team #19!"
"Really?!" Howard reacts.
"So, where the rest?" Janna asks.
"I'm on my way to meet them," Dipper confirms. "Come on!" With that, the three of them rush to meet with Connie and Chloe.
Back to Lincoln and Gretchen, they come across a team with eight members and approach them.
"Fellas, are you Team #19?" Lincoln asks.
"We're actually Team #13, partner," Applejack confirms.
"Shoot, that's unlucky," Gretchen remarks. "Thanks anyway."
But as the two flee, two other boys approach the team, with one of them having an Indian accent.
"Hello, are you Team #19?" the Indian boys asks.
"Might I have to repeat myself over and over again?" Applejacks utters. "We're Team #13."
"Team #13! Yes!" the other boy growls.
Lincoln overhears this and calls to the Indian boy, who turns out to be Baljeet. "Hey! We're Team #19!"
"Team #19! I'm coming!" Baljeet races to them, but not before he bids Buford farewell.
"Great we found a fellow member," Lincoln acknowledges.
"Well, me too. But where's the team?" Baljeet addresses.
"Not much. But we hope there is," Gretchen replies.
But as they raise their hopes high, a firework is heard.
"What was that?" Lincoln wonders.
"I don't know. Sounds like Hunger Games," Gretchen points out.
"I might have over heard the committee. That one firework signals that one team succeeds," Baljeet shares.
Another firework is lit.
"And another…"
Then another is fired.
"Then another…"
"Okay we get it!" Gretchen remarks.
"We gotta move fast!" Lincoln insists. They then move fast to find the others.
Back at Connie and Chloe, they previously spotted Jeff Randall from Clarence who confirms to belong to their group and persuaded him to tag along with them. They skip quickly in search of Dipper and company.
"Where could Dipper be?" Connie utters.
"Maybe searching like us," Chloe shares. "I'm kind of tired Connie."
"Me too. Need to hang on with the running," Jeff says.
"We can't stop now! What if we lost him?"
Just like that, the entourage bumps into Dipper's entourage.
"Dipper!" Connie gasps.
"Connie!" Dipper then embraces them both, who mistakably squeeze his hand. "Okay, that's good. My hand."
"What happened?" Connie asks in concern.
"Long story." He then introduces Janna and Howard to Connie. "Guys, here is Janna and Howard, team members of Team #19."
Connie then hands over their bags. Shen also introduces Jeff to them.
"Hi there!" Jeff greets.
"Okay, we just need to find the six of us," Dipper declares.
"But fast. There are fifteen fireworks set, meaning fifteen team finished!" Chloe points out.
Suddenly, another firework is sounded.
"Make that sixteen," Howard dictates.
And another firework is lit.
"Seventeen," Janna verifies.
But in a sudden surprise, another one just get fired.
"Eighteen," Jeff dully announce.
But Dipper suddenly bursts, "Are we just gonna stand here or what?! We need to find the team!"
Back at Lincoln and company, they are far from where they have been before, and still find no traces of their team.
"This is not good! We searched them everywhere," Lincoln utters hysterically.
"Okay, let's not panic," Gretchen says. "Okay, two teams left. So, where would that team be?"
"Probably getting the flag, because you might want to bend the rules, just to win," Baljeet deduces.
"You're right Baljeet! We better get to the rendezvous point!" Lincoln persuades them, making for a run back.
Their feet are rushing. Their sweat are dripping. And their palms are shaking in intensity as they reach the time bomb. And just like that, suddenly, the next and last fireworks go off.
"What?!" The three of them hear the signal and slow down in disappointment.
"That can't be! No other team could be that fast," Lincoln groans.
Abruptly, Chris McKlein broadcasts via loudspeaker radio: "Attention all teams, please gather in the rendezvous point for further announcements, and awarding of the rooms. That includes the losers."
Just hearing that throws more salt in the wound. With that, all members of Team #19 march to the meeting point with dismay on their shoulders.
