Arnold and Amy are sitting next to each other on the bus, listening to their wakemans. They get off the bus, walking down the sidewalk. Suddenly, a teenage boy appears behind them from an alley, grabbing them and covering their mouths. He throws Arnold into the alley. The boy looks around for any witnesses before kicking a box. "Give me your money," he demands, still holding onto Amy.

"Okay," Arnold holds out coins. "All I have is change. Come on, man, let my sister go!" The thug snatches the money, seeing Arnold's bus pass in front of his feet.

"You got a bus pass?" He picks it up. "You're holding out on me, kid. And just for that, I'll take this!" He snatches Amy's stuffed bear.

"Hey, leave her alone, creep!" Arnold runs up to him, only to be thrown into the trash cans.

"Work on that attitude of yours next time, punk," he hisses, "Or you'll get worse." He laughs and Amy bites his arm. "OW!" She falls onto the ground and he holds his arm as he leaves. Amy runs up to Arnold, bending down to him.

"Arnold! Oh no," she frowns down at him.


Amy has managed to carry a bruised and battered Arnold home. "So, some punk kid jumped ya, eh?" Grandpa eyes Arnold.

"How big was this punk?" Mr. Hyunh demands.

"Big," Arnold simply answers.

"Big punk?"

"Big," Amy answers this time.

"Big, huh?!"

"Oh, simmer down, ya hot-headed looney. All they need to do is take one of those self-defense classes," Grandpa gestures to the two. "Learn themselves some of that Haiku."

"Buffalo steaks and beans tonight, compadres!" Grandma announces, wearing a white cowboy hat. "Gather around the chuck wagon and eat your fill!" She notices Arnold and Amy's mood. "Why the long face, tex and gal? You look like five miles of bad prairie!"

"Arnold and Amelia got mugged!" Mr. Hyunh explains, Grandma covering her mouth in shock.

"Yeah, some punk took his bus pass and knocked 'em flat! Even took Amelia's stuffed bear. Oh, what's the world coming to, I tell you?" Grandpa and Mr. Hyunh talk as Grandma examines Arnold and Amy. Arnold has a black eye and missing teeth while Amy has a bruise on her face.

"You're alright, Amelia and Arnold. I'll make you both some green tea and put you to bed," Grandma tells them.

"Yes, sleep is good idea," Mr. Hyunh agrees.

"That's okay, Grandma. We'll make ourselves some hot chocolate," Amy and Arnold stand up. "Goodnight," they leave.

"Goodnight, kids," Grandpa calls out. "See you in the morning. So, what do we do about this, Pookie?"

"Oh, I've got plans for Amelia and Arnold," Grandma reveals, thinking to herself.


The next morning, their alarm wakes them up. Arnold sits up with a yawn, Amy sliding down her ladder tiredly. They trudge to their door, walking down the stairs. Grandma suddenly appears out of nowhere, scaring them awake. She's wearing a karate outfit along with a blank belt. She bows to their confusion. "Morning, Amelia and Arnold."

"Grandma, it's early. What are you doing?" Arnold rubs his eyes.

"And why are you wearing that?" Amy murmurs tiredly.

"Self-defense training begins today," she explains.

"Self-defense training? What do you know about martial arts, Grandma?" Arnold wonders and she places her hands on their shoulders.

"Did I ever tell you of my years in the convent of Shanghai?" She asks. "Now was that before or after Tibet?" She unlocks a purple door. "Anyway, your training starts today." Their eyes widen at the sight.

"Wow." The room is completely like a Zen room, with circles in the sand and rocks standing up. They look around the room as they stand at the door.

"Enter, my children," They walk inside. "Uh uh, the shoes." They take off their slippers, joining Grandma as she sits down cross-legged.

"Okay, we're ready, Grandma," they sit down in front of her. "Where do we start?"

"Do we get to-"

"Shh," she takes a meditating pose. "Lose yourself. Fall into the limitless void," she instructs and they follow her actions. "Assume a state of relaxed, alertness." A fly buzzes into the room, landing on Arnold's nose. He tries to hit it, but slaps his nose instead. Amy laughs at him, stopping as Grandma catches the fly in her fist. "Be as the frog in the pond. He does not seek the fly. The fly comes to him. Now, try to snatch the fly out of my hand," she holds out the fly in her palm. Arnold tries to catch it, failing. Amy tries next, almost touching it, but misses as well. "When you can both snatch the fly out of my hand, your training will be complete." They stare at her, blinking.

The sun is starting to rise as they stand on the roof. Grandma does some katas as Amy and Arnold stand on the chimney. They're wearing the same outfits as her, but with white belts instead. She gestures for the two to try next and they end up falling in the chimney.

Arnold and Amy try again with the fly, missing once again. They watch as it flies away.

Grandpa lays down a wood plank in front of Grandma. She gives the twins a thumbs up before slicing the wood in half. She gestures to them as Grandpa lays out another plank. The two accidentally hit Grandpa with the end of the plank as it goes up and hits them on the head as well, knocking them down.

They don't snatch the fly again.

Grandma places a soda can on top of Grandpa's head as his hands are in his pockets. Grandma runs a short distance, turning back to them. She runs and jumps, kicking the can off Grandpa. He sighs in relief. Amy and Arnold run, jumping to kick his area.

Grandma hums as they sit in front of her. "Be the frog in the pond, Arnold and Amelia," she holds out the fly. They open their eyes, eyeing the fly. Amy holds up her arm, Arnold doing the same. The fly just stares at them. The tension was thick as time stood still until they catch the fly in their hands. They open their hands to reveal the squished fly guts in their hands.

"Ew," they look away in disgust.


Some friends and boarders have gathered around the garage of the boarding house to witness for themselves what the twins have learned. They talk excitedly amongst themselves before the door opens. Arnold and Amy are wearing black belts, Arnold's hair slicked back to fit into his mask. They step forward, bowing in front of Grandma. She holds up a board along with Grandpa. They eye it as their target, punching the boards in half. Everyone gasps in shock. They hold out cinder blocks, and they slice those too, leaving dust.

"Holy baloney!" Grandpa exclaims as everyone cheers and claps. They step up to soda cans, placing them on Harold and Sid's heads. They bow in front of him, the boys giving nervous looks. Grandpa shows a first aid kit behind the twins, but they still look nervous. The twins kick the cans off, everyone cheering louder. They bow again, Harold and Sid fainting behind them.


"So come on guys, spill it. How'd your grandma turn you two into martial arts machines?" Gerald wonders as they walk past a book store.

"We don't know," Arnold starts.

"She said something about how we must be as the frog in the pond. Next thing you know, we were kicking cans off the top of Harold and Sid's heads," Amy finishes, shrugging.

"I've never felt like this before. And I like it," Arnold states.

"I do too, but we should only use it as self-defense. I wouldn't want to go overboard," Amy explains.

"I said, what's in the bag?" They turn to see Eugene and Brainy getting bullied by three punks.

"Macaroons and Malabar's, mister," Eugene holds out the bag.

"Wrong answer, brush head, you can do better than that," the leader grabs Eugene by the shirt collar.

"Hey!" Amy calls out, hands on her hips.

"What do you want?" They drop Eugene.

"We want you to leave those kids alone," They step forward, Gerald staring at them in shock. "Fair warning. Don't make us use these," Arnold holds out his hands and they start to laugh. Amy looks at them, Eugene and Brainy just staring. With some kicks, the toothpicks in their mouths are cut in half. They look at each other before screaming, running off in fear.

"Wow," the others gather around the twins. "Look at that. That was great, Amy and Arnold! We had no idea!"

"Man, guys. Those hands and feet are lethal weapons," Gerald comments, the two staring at their hands.

"Yeah," Arnold clenches his fists. "When I run into that creep who stole my bus pass, I'm gonna get it back. Along with Amy's bear," he walks away.

"Wait, what?" Amy looks confused. "Arnold, when did seeking out the enemy ever solve anything?" They stare after him.

"Hey, wait a minute!" Gerald and Amy catch up with him. "This is all happening a little fast!" Arnold keeps on walking, Amy cringing at Gerald before she follows after her brother. "Man, last week he's getting mugged. This week he's Bruce Lee!"


"Hey you, yeah you," Arnold is practicing his threats in front of a mirror. "You talking to me? You talking to me?"

"No, I didn't say anything." Arnold turns around to see Grandpa doing the laundry.

"Don't you think this is too soon?" Amy asks as she leans against the wall, hearing the door close.

"There's nobody else here. You talking to me?" Arnold ignores her and she sighs, looking up at Gerald as he watches Arnold. "You talking to me?"


At school the next day, Arnold opens the doors, everyone staring at him. Amy cringes as she follows him down the hall. He pushes Eugene into his locker.

"I'm okay." Amy busts the door open. Arnold almost bumps into someone, preparing a stance. The kid screams, all the kids peeking to see what's going on. He bends down on his knees, Arnold walking past him. Helga holds a hand to cheek, her mouth open in shock. Amy looks at Arnold, bending down to help the boy with his books. To everyone else, it was like Arnold was a completely different person.


"What do you mean, I've changed?" Arnold asks his sister and best friend as they walk. Mrs. Vitello sees him, immediately closing her shop.

"That's exactly what we mean. You've changed. It's like you don't remember that self-defense is used for...well, self-defense. You can't just go around and randomly attack people," Amy explains. Gerald kicks a can and Arnold kicks it. It soars away, a cat meowing as the sound is heard.

"We're worried about you, man," Gerald turns to him.

"Look, we gotta go. Don't worry about me, okay? Come on, Amy," Arnold walks forward, Amy sighing as she follows him.

"Don't do all that ninja stuff, okay Bruce?" Gerald calls out.

"Relax. What could happen?" Arnold looks back at him, walking calmly until a man stands in front of them under the lamp lights. Arnold attacks him, everyone around gasping as the man's overalls and shirt fall in shreds, leaving him practically naked.

"Ew!" Amy looks away.

"I-I was just going to ask you for the bus stop," he starts to cry as he walks away. "Just the bus stop..."

"Who do you think you are, pushing him around?" They crowd around Arnold.

"Yeah! He just wanted to know where's the bus stop?" Arnold starts to panic, Amy hiding behind him. They start running away, the world seeming gray to Arnold. Suddenly, he sees Grandma, Grandpa, Mr. Hyunh, and Gerald speaking to him. They turn a corner, stopping as they see a dead end. The punk's shadow is on the wall, Arnold looking in fear. He runs off again, the twins sliding to a stop as the bus skids to a stop in front of them. They get into the bus, putting in a quarter. Grandma is sitting at the back, waving as she holds her purse.

"Sit down and tell me of your travels, tadpoles," she pats the seats next to her.

"It's over, Grandma," Arnold takes off his mask. "I'm giving up."

"Me too. I don't wanna abuse my skills and hurt someone who doesn't deserve it," Amy takes off hers as well.

"Giving what up?" She asks.

"This Bruce Lee crime life-style that I've been cultivating. All a big power trip," he wilts.

"How so?" She leans forward.

"I was just using it to show off. Then I went too far and made a big mistake. I just wanna forget about it," he explains.

"And I don't wanna end up like him," Amy jerks a thumb at him.

"Congratulations, kids!" She hugs them. "Now your training is complete."

"Huh?" Amy asks in confusion.

"I don't get it," Arnold states.

"Yes you do! It's the art of self-defense. Be as the frog in the pond," she starts.

"Do not seek the fly," Amy says in realization.

"The fly will come to you. You keep saying that, Grandma!" Arnold finishes, looking annoyed. "What do you mean?"

"You know," she simply answers.

"Is it simply that you don't go looking for trouble, cause that causes more trouble, but that it's okay to stand up for yourself and grab the fly when it comes to you?" Arnold guesses.

"Oh, something like that," she replies, Amy slapping her forehead. Someone else gets on the bus, holding Arnold's bus pass.

"Grandma, it's the kid who stole my bus pass and Amy's bear!" Arnold points.

"Chill, my children. Go with the flow," Grandma assures them.

"Hey, granny four-eyes. I like the purple hair," he laughs at her, Arnold and Amy clenching their fists.

"Sticks and stones may break my bones. Words are brittle chimes in a windstorm," she states.

"Gimme your purse, granny," he snatches her satchel.

"You can have it. It's just a purse, you know," Grandma waves this off while the twins glare at him. "For what are worldly possessions that we cannot have them with us?" He looks through her purse until he recognizes Amy and Arnold.

"Hey, I know you. You're the punk with the bus pass and the girl with the bear!" He points at them, showing the items. "Here they are, punks. You want 'em? Try and take them," he waves the items in their faces, tormenting them. They're suddenly reminded of their training, imagining the punk's face instead of the fly. He laughs at them, the fly's eyes replacing his own. Their hands just sit there until they take their things back, holding them up. He screams, his hair flying. The twins and Grandma smirk at each other. "Hey, no offense, guys. Y-You want them, take them."

"And the 65 cents," Arnold holds out his hand.

"Yeah, yeah, with interest. And here's your purse, ma'am," he hands Grandma her purse, running off the bus.

"Of course sometimes when your own personal space is violated, there are occasions to use the training," Grandma looks at them smugly and they watch the punk screaming his head off as he runs. The bus stops in front of the boarding house. "Let's go inside and I'll make us some green tea."

"Thanks. Maybe we'll just have hot chocolate," they walk inside, the herd of animals running past them.

Roughin' It

Grandpa drives the Packard out into the forest. He decided that they were gonna go camping with Gerald. "You city kids don't know what real camping is! But this weekend, you're gonna find out! Sleeping under the stars, cooking wieners and beans under a campfire, making doody behind the tree like a big bear."

"Ew!" Amy sticks her tongue as Arnold looks outside the window.

"Wow...it's beautiful, Grandpa," he comments.

"Sure it's beautiful. Everything in nature is beautiful," he replies as he drives to the campsites. "Unless it's ugly."

"Come on!" The three jump out of the car eagerly. "Let's go jump in that lake!" Gerald points to his left.

"No, let's hike up that mountain!" Arnold points up.

"Let's make s'mores!" Amy says, clasping her hands.

"Not so fast!" Grandpa calls out. "First thing we gotta do is make camp."

"Make camp?" Arnold asks in confusion.

"Sure! Clear a tent space, chop firewood, haul water. There's a lot of work to do before you start having fun." The three wilt, Grandpa opening the door as all the equipment falls out.


Amy, Arnold, and Gerald drop a pail of water in front of the campfire, having finished everything. "Now can we swim and hike and catch some fish?" Gerald wonders.

"No, what do you think this is, a camping trip?" Grandpa closes the trunk. The three glance at each other in confusion as they thought this was a camping trip. "Can't go skywalking off without learning some basic survival skills," he waves them over and they follow. "Come on."

He takes them through a path. "When you're tracking, there are plenty of ways to tell if an animal's been by. Broken branches, footprints, even scat."

"What's scat?" Arnold looks puzzled.

"You know, scat. Droppings. Like what you're standing in." Arnold looks down at his shoes. "See?" He gives an unamused look.


The three are eating berries by bushes. "Now remember, only do this under adult supervision. Red and sweet are good to eat," Grandpa recites. "But I swear by the sonnet green will make ya vomit."

Arnold swallows his green berries. "I thought it was green and sweet are good to eat."

"No, I've been saying it all morning! Red and sweet. Red and sweet!" Grandpa reminds him.

"Excuse me for a minute," he runs off screen to throw up. Amy cringes, looking away as she and Gerald have been eating the red berries.

"You're vomiting, aren't you, Arnold?" Grandpa asks, Amy and Gerald sticking their tongues out.


"Now kids, if moss always grows on the north side of the tree, which way is camp?" Grandpa asks, patting a tree with moss on it.

"Umm...this way!" Gerald points forward, running off to be met with a skunk. "Huh? Nice skunkie," he backs away slowly as the skunk turns around. "Good skunkie." It sprays him in the face and his face falters. "Nature bites."

Grandpa snores loudly, farts being heard. He sleeps between Gerald and Arnold. Unfortunately for them, Amy brought an extra tent. And it was one person only. Arnold points his flashlight to his right. "Hey Gerald, you asleep?"

"You kidding?" Gerald sits up. "Mosquitoes, poison berries, Grandpa snoring? How am I supposed to sleep?"

"Yeah, I wish Grandpa hadn't eaten all those beans," Arnold waves a hand in his face. "And that Amy had a bigger tent..."

"At least it covers up the skunk smell," Gerald comments.

"That's it! Tomorrow morning we tell Grandpa we want out!" Arnold declares.


Gerald and Arnold step out the next morning, Grandpa making breakfast. Amy arrives with more firewood, seeing the sleepy looks on her brother and Gerald. The two glance at each other, not knowing how he'd react. "Grandpa, we have something to tell you," Arnold steps up to him.

"Wait till you have some flapjacks, cooked over open flame. Mmm, charred and tasty!"

"We wanna go home," Arnold crosses his arms, Amy cringing.

"Home?"

"We're tired of nature. We hate it!" Gerald explains.

"I don't," Amy murmurs, shifting her feet.

"What?!" Grandpa exclaims, standing up. "But you just got here!"

"Yeah, but we're cold," Arnold shivers.

"And dirty," Gerald looks at his shirt.

"And hungry," Arnold finishes.

"Well, you gotta get cold and dirty and hungry! That's the only way to camp!" Grandpa places his hands on his hips.

"You're just complaining because you don't see the bright side of it," Amy points out. "So what if you ate toxic berries or got skunk sprayed? Look around you!" She gestures to the trees. "It won't be so bad when you get the hang of-"

Rumbling and shaking suddenly interrupt her. They look in shock to see a large RV approaching. The RV knocks down a tree in the process. A table descends down from the side, a satellite lifts from the roof, and an awning appears.

"Those charmed chitty slickers! Ruining the wilderness for the rest of us..." Grandpa continues complaining as he walks away.

"It's a miracle...we're saved," Gerald says in bliss, Arnold clasping his hands. Big Bob Pataki, Helga's father, steps out.

"Here we are, girls. The great outdoors." Helga and Phoebe step out behind him.

"Say it ain't so, Gerald," Arnold shakes his head in dismay.

"Ha!" Amy smirks at him.

"Good parking, Dad. You ran over a tree," Helga crosses her arms.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey! The RV 2000 doesn't run over trees." Helga raises an eyebrow at Phoebe, not at all impressed. "It bends them with the patented bumperizer."

"Whatever. Come on Phoebe, let's go inside and watch some TV," Helga starts walking inside.

"Hey, while you're in there, pull some steaks out of the freezer, will ya?" Big Bob calls out. "We'll have steak and eggs for breakfast."

"Steak and eggs," Gerald laments.

"Helga, did you happen to observe the occupants in the adjacent campsite?" Phoebe jerks a thumb as Helga sips her drink. "None other than Amy, Arnold, and Gerald?"

"What?!" She exclaims, dropping the cup. "Arnold?! In the next campsite?!" She sags a little before changing her tone as to not look suspicious. "Uh, I m-mean, big deal. What do I care if Arnold's camping just a few yards away from me at this very moment?" She stands up. "I'll be in the toilet, Phoebe."

She whistles as she exits the RV, sneaking to a tree. She looks to see the three just sitting there. She moves to the right, Amy seeing her out of the corner of her eye. She gives a surprised look before pretending that she didn't see her.

"Oh, fate. Oh fortuitous, what a strange hand you've dealt me. Arnold, in my own campsite," she takes out her locket. "Arnold, the name itself opens hidden doors to my heart. And, he can never know," she wilts. "Unless...there's some way that I can be alone with him. Yes, maybe Amy can help me! Alone with my love in the wild," she bumps into a sign. "Ow." She shakes her head, looking up at the sign. "Ophelia's Overlook. What a better place to reveal my secrets of my soul." She runs back to the RV. "Hey, Phoebe!"

"Yes?" She appears at the door.

"Let's go for a walk," Helga suggests.

"Coming!"

They approach the three. "Well, well, well. What a surprise," she stands in front of them.

"Oh, hi Helga," Arnold replies as they look in boredom.

"You guys camping? Then where's your RV?" She teases, Amy raising an eyebrow at her. Helga winks at her and she falls silent, understanding her play.

"We don't have an RV, Helga. We use a tent," Arnold explains. "Well, two," he turns to Amy with a slight glare.

"Where do you keep your ice cream?" Phoebe wonders.

"Wait a minute," Gerald realizes something. "You guys got ice cream?"

"Technically, it's frozen yogurt. You know, one of those soft-serve machines, but hey, we're roughin' it," Helga crosses her arms.

"I wouldn't call ice cream, steak, TV, and technology roughin' it," Amy raises an eyebrow.

"Helga!" Big Bob calls out.

"Coming, Dad," She replies dryly. "Anyway, we better get back to camp. The steak and eggs are ready," she saunters away with Phoebe.

"Yeah, Jer, I'll be back in the office on Monday. Yeah, I brought all the high-tech camping equipment. The girls? Oh yeah, they're loving it. Which is great, cuz I'm breaking two birds with one stone," he leans away from their earshots. Testing the merchandise, and spending some quality time with my daughter Olga."

"Helga, dad," she reminds him.

"Yeah, Helga. Anyway Jer, see you Monday," he hangs up. "Well, you girls ready for some breakfast?"

Helga suddenly gets an idea, turning to him. "Say Dad, uh, those guys over there are in my class. And not that I really like either of them or anything, but I was thinking. They look kinda hungry. Maybe we should invite them over to eat."

"Huh? Sure," he hands her the breakfast. "Hey, guys! Come and eat! We got plenty!"

Gerald immediately abandons them, sitting across from Phoebe.

"We'll be right back, Grandpa," Arnold stands up.

"Okay, but you don't know what you're missing," Grandpa replies as he continues to make the pancakes.

"I'll stay here, cuz I'm loyal," Amy calls out, eating her pancake.

Gerald and Arnold eat as fast as they can, Arnold using both hands. "So Dad, I've been thinking about something else. Why don't we all go for a nice hike in the woods?"

"Huh?" Big Bob looks in surprise. "I thought you hated hiking."

"Whatever gave you that idea?" Helga wonders as she walks past him with more steak and eggs.

"Perhaps it was on the way here when you kept saying, 'I hate hiking, I hate hiking, I hate'-" Helga kicks her under the table. "Ow!"

"Come on, Dad, it'd be great. You'd be killing two birds with one stone," Helga offers, Big Bob giving a look of interest.

"Not a bad idea. Okay, it's a plan. Everybody who wants to go on a hike, say I."

"I!" Gerald, Helga, and Phoebe raise their hands. They all look at Arnold, who glances at his Grandpa. He felt like if he went, he'd be betraying his sister and grandfather. But then again, so far their experience hadn't gone out well. He looks to everyone else who have their hands raised. He reluctantly raises his hand.

"Okay...but only if Amy comes." If anyone should have a good time, it was her.


The five kids and Big Bob start walking. "Okay, I got the solar powered Facemister to keep me cool while I walk, Phoebe's got the computerized Pathfinder to blaze a trail, Helga's got my new Deluxe Fridge-o-pack chalk full of repackaged gourmet food." Helga is having a hard time carrying it on her back as it's bigger than her. Helga is watching TV using as a device on her wrist.

"Wow. Nature's a lot more fun when you're watching it on TV," Gerald comments.

"Why did I have to go again?" Amy murmurs to herself. They arrive at the top of the cliff.

"Well, here we are," he takes a photo of their surroundings. "Nothing like nature, eh? Now, how bout some lunch? Helga, pop open that Fridge-o-pack. Phoebe, turn off that beeper."

"The knob appears to be stuck, Mr. Pataki," she explains.

"Let me see that thing," he takes it from her, the button being taken off from his fingers. "Ah, cheap piece of junk. I'll sell thousands of 'em." He tosses the Pathfinder out. The TV watch suddenly starts glitching until it shorts out.

"Oh, man!" Gerald complains. "Just when nature was getting interesting, the TV goes out. Unbelievable."

Helga opens the Fridge-o-Pack to reveal rotten food. Most of the inside of the pack is green. "Dad, I think something went wrong with our lunch."

"Hmm, looks like the vacuum pack didn't seal."

"Eww," Phoebe and Amy comment as Helga looks up a bag of green mush.

"Gross!"

"Gimme that," Bob takes the bag from Helga. "Holy toledo, that's rank," he tosses the bag at a tree, the contents exploding onto the bark. "Well, at least there's one good way to get rid of faulty equipment on the trail," he tosses the fridge-o-pack off the cliff.

"Well, I guess that puts us in a predicament regarding lunch," Phoebe walks away, Helga clasping her hands as she looks at Arnold.

At last! Alone with my love in the wild. She swoons out loud, Amy giggling.

"Well, let's get back to camp and eat. We still got some steaks in the freezer," Bob turns around, Phoebe and Gerald following him.

"Criminy!" Helga facepalms as Arnold follows them.

"Come on, Helga," Amy calls out.

"Alright..."


"Daaaad, shouldn't we be getting near camp soon?" Helga complains as they walk down a steep path.

"Yeah. Wish I still had that Pathfinder, though. And now that the sun's going down, it's getting kinda cool up here," he rubs his arms. "Maybe I should turn off this mist-" he attempts to turn it off, but it shocks him, knocking him back into a tree. They all call out to him as they rush over.

"Are you okay, Mr. Pataki?" Phoebe asks in concern.

"Am I okay?! Look at me!" They recoil at his outburst. "The food's gone, my neck's burned, the tech doesn't work, and to top it all off, we're lost!"

"Lost?! I thought you knew where we were!" Helga shouts in panic.

"I've been totally lost since we saw those signs in Spanish," he explains.

"WHAT?! We're all gonna die!" Helga yells, freaking out.

"Actually, Amy, Gerald, and I can get us back," Arnold speaks up. "Grandpa taught us how to follow trails. All we gotta do is retrace our steps and we'll be back in no time!"

"But if I don't eat something in a minute, I'm gonna keel over," Bob laments. Arnold looks around before seeing some bushes.

"Hey, aren't those the same kind of berries Grandpa pointed out?" Arnold runs over to them, eating some.

"Yeah, red and sweet are good to eat!" Gerald remembers.

"Thank God these were here," Amy says, smiling as she starts to eat.

"You kids are crazy. You can't eat stuff that's just growing outside!" Bob protests as the other girls look on.

"I must admit, I admire Gerald's survival skills," Phoebe says bashfully. Helga smiles at Arnold, impressed.

"Moss grows on the north side of the tree," Arnold notes as they come across a tree.

"We're on the right track," Gerald points forward. They approach an intersection, Amy glancing around. She sees a broken branch. She waves them forward. Gerald and Helga drag Bob, Phoebe fanning him. The twins look at a rock.

"Camp should be right...there!" He reveals the RV behind a tree branch. They all cheer. Bob hollers, standing up and running. "We better follow this path around because-"

"Forge the path, kid! Camp's right there!" Bob pushes past them. "Juicy steaks, here I come! Oh, civilization, I missed ya!"

"We were gonna say because that's poison ivy," Amy explains, Grandpa laughing as they appear.

"Well, about time you showed up. Have a good hike, kids?" He's tending to the campfire.

"No," Amy huffs, crossing her arms.

"Yeah, once we got lost and got rid of all that high-tech stuff," Arnold sits down. "And don't say it," he gives Amy a look as she smirks in amusement.

"I won't...but I won't let you live it down, either."

"We found our way back here because of everything you taught us, Grandpa," Arnold finishes.

"Eh, is that so?" Grandpa wonders in amusement.

"Grandpa, can we stay one more night and camp out the old-fashioned way?" He looks at him, considering it.

"Oh, give a home where the buffalo roam, and the deer and the antelope play," the girls, Arnold, and Gerald join in, toasting marshmallows.

"This is more like it," Gerald comments.

"Who wouldn't love camping on a night like this?" Helga makes their marshmallows connect. Bob sits outside, covering in bumps.

"Stupid bugs," he hits one behind his back. "Poison ivy. Oh, sunburn. Oo, oo," he scratches himself, in pain while the others enjoy themselves.