Bushed from the proceedings of the day, add to that of their defeat, Dipper and the rest of Team #19 march to their cabin. As they enter their lodge, it comes to no surprise from them on what they saw. The cabin is filled is draped, trashed and leaky. The bunk beds look fine; but, they are short in number with just four bunk beds and one regular by the rightmost side. In addition, the floors are filled less with dust. Unluckily, the cabin has one bathroom, containing one toilet, one bathtub and shower. And a mini kitchen (with only a sink and an adjacent table) is beside it. The lights also flicker as they enter. Needless to say, the cabin is the definitely the most inconvenient among the cabins. No wonder it was dubbed by McLean as "the losers' cabin".
"Well, this day has got even better," Jeff remarks.
"Alright, let's just move in," Dipper insists. After the team deploys their bags, he huddles them for their next move. "Okay, I know this day…never worked our way."
As a result of that, each one voices out their own displeasure of their first day of camp. But their words overlap that Dipper stops them. "Hold on guys. We all have a bad day. But it's not the end of the world. I mean sure we got a bad cabin. But it's not all that bad."
"Yeah, with dirty floors," Howard complains. And just at that moment, he crashes his feet to the wooden floors. "And broken ones."
"And shaky beds," Lincoln implies as he tests the bed. However, as he shakes the mattress, all of the springs get loose, shooting him to the upper bed and hitting him on the face. "Ouch." Connie helps him get up.
"And blinking lights," Gretchen points to the malfunctioning lights, which suddenly shuts, scaring her. "I think I said too much."
Dipper tries his best to encourage them. "Okay fine, the cabin looks awful. But there's so much more than just…well, at least…I don't know what to say guys."
As the team looks down on their hopes, Connie gets them back on track. "Look, what Dippers wants to sayis that this cabin can never define our summer. So, let's just hope for the better."
"Yeah, thanks Connie." Dipper then takes over for her. "Okay, we still got a whole season worth of fun and redemption. So, how bad can things be?"
Soon after, from a day of one physical activity to a whole day of rest, free time and vacant period, the team rests tight for the night. While Lincoln and Chloe, Jeff and Gretchen, Tulip and Janna, and Baljeet and Connie are consigned to the bunk beds, unluckily Dipper has to sleep with Howard by the last bed. And it is relatively obvious that from Howard's snoring that Dipper cannot sleep for the remainder of the night.
Completely disturbed by the snoring, Dipper buries head with a pillow, to no effect. He then rolls Howard for his face to be buried to the mattress, in order for the snoring to stop. It works for the meantime. But as Dipper drifts to sleep, Howard suddenly moves his arm, hitting Dipper accidentally on the face. The latter tries to move Howard's heavy arm away from him. "Howard!" But as he moves his arm, the poor 13-year-old moves nearer to Howard's face.
And just at that wrong moment, a drool drips towards Dipper's face, scaring him off the cabin and storming to the porch. "AHHHH!" he screams, wanting to wipe the spit off his face. Finally getting rid of that, Dipper lets out his frustrations and punches the nearby porch post. "This camp...AHH!" But he uses his injured right hand, leading him to pain.
Suddenly, overhearing his aggravations is Riley Daring of all people. She approaches Dipper with concern. "Hey, are you okay?"
"Oh, hey, I'm just…" Dipper utters.
Riley then recognizes Dipper's likeness, "Hey, you're the guy I treated a while ago. Your hand?"
"Yeah, it's fine. I'm…Hey! I'm Dipper. Dipper Pines."
"Riley. So, what you're doing out here?"
"Just, you know, enjoying the stars while screaming at them."
"Screaming at them? For what?"
"Yeah, because they somehow…It's complicated. Just had a rough beginning on a fun day. So I don't where to shout but to them." Riley then chuckles at his excuse. "What? I know it's weird. How about you? Why you're up so late?"
"Oh. Just went looking for Trixie and Tootie. We went ghost hunting. But I lost track of them."
"Oh, you better look for them."
"Yeah I know." But in sheer coincidence, they both hear the voice of Trixie and Tootie from the bushes. "Well, found them. So…"
"Yeah, nice meeting you."
"You too." Before she walks back to her friends, Riley advises this to Dipper. "Hey, I see why you vented. I get that a lot. But you know, it's worth giving everyday a chance to be happy. So, yeah, even though days have been bad, you might as well smile and be optimistic, rather than mopey. So, there you go."
Feeling relived that a friend understands his feelings and supports him, Dipper replies, "I will. Thanks."
And with that, Riley leaves him.
Dipper is left pondering, feeling smitten at the gestures of one Riley Daring. However, he gets interrupted by an awoken Howard. "Dipper, you're up."
"Oh hey. How's the sleep man?" Dipper asks.
"Oh hey. How's the sleep man?" Dipper asks.
"I was just looking for you. I thought I heard a scream."
"Nope it's okay. I heard it too. It was...a cat. I got shocked."
Howard finds his excuse a little bit half-baked. Nevertheless, he accepts it. "Okay. Hey, if you ever hear me snoring, sorry about that, man. I just got tired, so I had to snooze."
"It's fine, Howard. I got that a lot."
"Oh. But seriously dude, I know we had a bad day..."
"I know." Dipper wants to shrug his worries off. "But, we still have summer. And trust me, I had a lot of bad summers. And one of them is seeing Transformers: Age of Extinction, and it happened when gnomes re-attacked Gravity Falls. The movie was a more terrible experience. But hey, how bad can things be?"
Right away next morning, Dipper and Howard have overslept past the 7:00 AM calltime. Connie tries to wake them both, to no avail. "Dipper! Howard! Wake up! We are being called now!"
When Dipper moves to get a more comfortable position to sleep, Connie has no choice but to soak them with water.
"Connie!" Dipper, soaked, whines.
"Dipper, we're late! We're waiting for you!" Connie vents.
"Oh no." With that quick note, Dipper wakes Howard up, grabs the flag and leads the others to the rendezvous point on a rush. Everybody was also late to wake up. Connie is the only one who got up early. So, it is pretty clear that everyone is at a point of adrenaline rush.
And as they arrive, the rest of the teams notice them.
"Well, well, well, isn't it team losers from the losers' cabin?" McLean chastises them from the stage. "Now you see folks, this is what happens if you don't abide by the rules. Now, Team #19, who's your leader?"
Jeff taps Dipper on the back in response, which the latter does reluctantly with a raise of his hand.
"Yeah, you. You better hold responsibilities of yourself, dude. Or not, if you want." Chris McLean then chuckles evilly, as everyone looks either embarrassed or ashamed of them. Mabel can see from behind the misery that was on her brother's face. Some feel the same way. "Now, I know what you're thinking. 'But camp supposed to be fun'. So, let's put this on a more fun note. First team to arrive every assembly gets a point."
Everyone rejoices at this note. But for the next condition...
"...The last team gets to perform a dance onstage."
Everyone groans.
"So we can make this more fun," McLean declares deviously. "But first, breakfast!"
At that signal, the teams converge to the lodge for breakfast.