Chapter 6: Marshmellows for Everybody

The next morning Clam is sitting near the flag pole again, chewing on his bone. A few yards along Lazlo and Raj are accompanied by Edward and the two dung beetles Chip & Skip. "What was your plan again, Lazlo?" Skip wants to know. "OK, let's get this over again: Edward, Chip & Skip, you go over to Clam. Then Chip says... Your text, Chip!" "Oh, right!", Chip admits, looking on his note. "Ahm... Hey, Clam, you are really big!" "Good!" Lazlo commends. "Now, you go on, Skip!" Skip slowly reads out his text. "Yes... you... are... really... big... Clam!" "Good! Now it's your turn, Edward!" "Oh man, this is just ridiculous!" Edward remarks, "Can't believe I'm doing this... ahem... I have never seen a bigger pygmy rhino! Wow, what a big pygmy rhino!" "Perfect!", Lazlo judges. "Now, do your best, guys!"

Edward, Chip and Skip go over to Clam. But the two dung beetles have forgotten their texts, already. "Hey Skip! You are really one big platypus!" Chip says. "Hey, that was my text!" Skip claims. The two brothers start arguing with each other while Edwards is looking at Clam, who is still chewing on his bone. The platypus suddenly feels ashamed. "Oh man, that all just happend because I said he was small! I'm..." Edward gulps. "I'm... I'm so sorry!" Clam suddenly is looking glass-eyed. Within the next moment he drops the bone, shakes his head and spits out some bone splitters. "Where am I?", he asks. "Clam! You're back to normal again!", Lazlo realizes. "Hooray! Clam is back! Hooray for Clam!" Soon all the scouts are convented at the flag pole. "Hooray for Clam!" they shout carrying the little rhino on their hands, "Hooray for Clam!" Clams enjoys it very much.

"I think we should have a big marshmellow roasting in honour of our BIG buddy Clam!", Lazlo announces, raising a cheer by the other scouts. But Scoutmaster Lumpus is a wet blanket as always. "Just one minute, scouts! There will be no marshmellow roasting!" the moose makes clear. "Todays full time activities are... well... whasing my car and cleaning up the scoutmaster's cabin! So get to work!" At the same instant he sees Clam who is smiling at him, but giving Lumpus the creeps. "Oh no! Not that dog again!" Lumpus screams. "You want marshmellows? Here you got some!" He hestitately hands over a big sack of marshmellows to Lazlo. "You want more marshellows? No problem!" Lumpus starts running to and fro, carrying more and more marshmellow sacks with a barrow, while his scouts are laughing out loud. "Come on, Clam," Raj says putting his arm on his little buddy's shoulder, "let's go fetch some firewood." "Firewood!" Clam repeats and they head for the woods. "Hey Clam! Could you do the wagging trick again?" Raj asks. "Ah, no!" the rhino answers. "Why not?" "Clam no more dog!"