(Correction I forgot to make: Although Timmy and Jimmy together have been to Lake Tardicaca many times, it's Kenny Mccormick's first time here.)
(A few days later, parents drop off their kids at Lake Tardicaca at the admission spot. After the other kids get signed up, Timmy, Jimmy and Kenny are next.)
Kenny's dad: Kenny, remember what I told you. Be a good boy, try to talk and interact with the other kids, and don't be a dickhead, okay?
Kenny: Okay, daddy. I'm on which team?
Kenny's dad: You're on Team Red. Have fun.
Kenny (waves to his dad, as his mom, dad, brother and sister wave back) Bye bye, daddy!
All of Kenny's family members (just before they walk back home): Bye bye!
(At the admission area, the booth person checks each child's entry form, filled in by the children's parents. She checks Kenny's entry form and she stamps his hand with a red stamp saying "Team Red".)
Booth lady: Alright, Kenny, you're good to go!
Kenny: Woohoo! I'm at camp!
Timmy: Livin' a lie, livin' a lie Tim-oh!
Jimmy: Are you excited for camp? Cause I know I am. I'm pumped!
(Just as Kenny walks into the Team Red campground, he sees a kid in a magenta-colored parka, just like his parka, but a different color. This magenta-parka kid is not playing with other kids, but instead, stacking up rocks and piling up oak leaves. Kenny decides to get close to this kid.)
Kenny: Hi there, what's your name?
(The magenta parka kid doesn't respond, not saying a thing, just continues to pile up oak leaves in a neat stack.)
Kenny: Hello? Hello? Can you hear me?
(Suddenly, an adult trainer bumps into Kenny at the Team Red campground. She almost trips to the ground, as Kenny falls down, screaming, overstimulated from being touched by her. The trainer's name is Barbara.)
Barbara (frowning as she watches Kenny, who is crying and kicking in a sensory meltdown, as she tries to calm him down): I'm sorry! Calm down, it's okay!
Kenny: Ahh!!! (kicking, flapping his arms and crying)
(Barbara decides to let Kenny smell a lavender-pine-scented, calming sachet, as it might stop his meltdown. She holds it to Kenny's nose, telling him to smell it and take deep, slow breaths. It works, and Kenny is calm and happy again.)
Kenny: I-i'm... I'm sorry I flipped out. I-I don't like being touched much...
Barbara: It's okay... good mornin' kid. I'm sorry I bumped into you. What's your name again?
Kenny (looks down at the ground, as too much eye contact would overstimulate him): Hi, my name's Kenny. Kenny Mccormick. Nice to meet you.
Barbara: Nice to meet you, Kenny. My name's Barbara. How are you?
Kenny: I'm fine now, but that kid won't talk to me.
Barbara: I'm sorry, what kid are you talking about?
Kenny: That kid in a purple coat over there.
Barbara: You mean magenta, not purple. Let me tell you why she won't talk to you, okay?
Kenny: That kid's a girl?
Barbara: Yes. She's nine years old, and her name is Macbeth Jones.
Kenny: Macbeth Jones? Like Indiana Jones?
Barbara: No, not quite, at least not yet. But she is named Macbeth Jones.
Kenny: Why can't she hear me?
Barbara: Well, she is not deaf, as her hearing is fine. But she has something called autism, and she might not understand or respond to people around her.
Kenny: Autism... I'm autistic too, but...
Barbara: It affects everyone with it differently. Not all people with autism have the same symptoms.
Kenny: But can she talk at all? I can talk well, even though I'm also autistic...
Barbara: I know you can talk well, but she, Macbeth, only speaks a few words. I also have to make sure the other kids keep a close eye on her, as she often tries to scream and run away by herself all the time. She also has ADHD.
Kenny: What sports does she play?
Barbara: Macbeth likes swimming, basketball, and canoeing. What's great is that you'll join her and the other kids in all those sports.
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(meanwhile, Nathan and Mimsy are checking out their tent. Their tent is a high quality, waterproof, green-white tent that has a zipper door. Nathan's mom purchased it for 199.99 a week ago.)
Nathan: Great, all the bunk beds got taken up. And the camp staff say they can't afford to make more cabins or bunk beds...
Mimsy: Yeah, due to insufficient funds. The cabins are sucky anyway. But at least your mom got this tent for us!
Nathan: Yes, isn't it a good tent?
Mimsy: It sure is, dude! Why can't the other kids be as lucky as us? Great she spent her wages on it!
Nathan: Yeah. And the other kids around us have their own tents their parents had to buy. The cabin kids will be so jealous.
Mimsy: And all of us tent kids are gonna make s'mores together, while those lousy cabin kids only get hot dogs! Der!
Nathan (slaps Mimsy on the cheek) Shut up, Mimsy!
Mimsy: If you say so, Nathan. I'm sorry. But at least we get rewarded for getting our own tents.
Nathan: That's true, my friend. That's so true.