One stop and fifteen sing-alongs later, the Bluth family had arrived at their destination, and after what seemed like a trek that would never end, they were ready to set up camp.
"I can't wait for us all to erect our poles and sleep together," Tobias said, and being the innocent man that he was, failed to see how easily his words could be misunderstood.
Michael clapped his hands together with a smile. "Alright, I think this is a good place to stop. Gob, have you got the tents?"
"Of course," Gob said. He hadn't. "I'm not an idiot." He was. Gob quickly looked at what he was carrying and turned back to the others. "No I don't. Sorry, my bad." He stepped over to George Michael and whispered in his ear. "I told you my trick works."
"Don't you mean illusion?" George Michael teased.
Gob tried to cover his embarrassment but didn't come close to convincing. "I wouldn't know, I forgot. I'm just that good."
George sat down on a log and rested his head on his palm. "I have the worst [expletive remove] family."