Soon enough, everyone else then came out of the store.

"All right, is everyone ready?" Fred asked.

"Yeah, we are, Fred." Mike nodded.

"Great." Fred replied as he then put the items that they needed for the trip now in the van.

"Much appreciate your business, kids," The storekeeper told the customers. "Say, if you're headed to Little Moose Lake, you better get there fast 'cuz those mountain roads can be tricky."

"Where are Scooby and Shaggy?" Sky asked.

Cindy was about to open the Camp City store window only to be run over as Shaggy ran with Scooby in a shopping cart as they were excited about their upcoming trip and crashed into the Mystery Machine.

"Guys, are you okay?" Brianna asked.

"Don't worry about Scoob," Shaggy smiled in a daze. "He landed on a carton of freeze dried ice cream."

Scooby poked his head out and took out a pack of rocky road ice cream and began to eat the chunks.

"Say, Mike, where's your friend, Cartman?" Daphne asked.

"He'll be right here, he just had to go for a run." Mike smirked.

"He better get here soon, I just wanna get this summer camp thing over with." Lu replied as she fanned herself while leaning against the Mystery Machine.

"Help, he's got rabies just like Kyle!" Cartman cried out as he had scratches and bite marks all over him as he rushed inside of the van. "I got infected!"

"Hey!" Kyle snapped.

"Erica, call Mom!" Cartman told his twin sister while crying like a needy baby.

"We can't, Erica, she's... Um... On vacation, remember?" Erica told her twin brother.

"MEEEEEEEMMMM!" Cartman whined.

"Quiet!" Erica told him.

Everyone then just laughed at Cartman's pain.

"Camp Historical Museum," Velma observed. "What's that?"

"Ah, just a little hobby of mine, there's a lot of history in this area," The shopkeeper smiled. "Myths... Legends... Even a few ghost stories. Ya wanna hear one?!"

"No." Shaggy whimpered.

"I'm good." Scooby added and shut the van doors.

Everyone else soon got into the Mystery Machine and drove off without hearing a ghost story.

"Hey, wait for me!" Cindy complained as she ran down the road since they forgot her.

"Forget her," Cartman scoffed about Cindy. "She's a female version of Butters."

"We're not leaving Mike's friend." Kyle argued as he then opened the door and did some finger gestures which made vines come off of the ground and wrap around Cindy, carefully bringing her toward the van.

"Wow, thanks... Um... I'm sorry, which one are you?" Cindy asked.

"I'm Kyle." Kyle told her.

"Oh, okay," Cindy smiled. "Thanks, Kyle."

"No problem, Cindy." Kyle smiled back.

"Watch out, kid; don't trust him," Cartman warned Cindy. "He's a dirty Jew who likes to take your money."

Cindy just rolled her eyes and decided not to listen to Cartman.


Fred soon drove off with the others so they could get to Camp Little Moose in no time now.

"According to my GPS, we should be able to see the camp riiiight... Now." Velma informed.

"Is that the camp?" Og asked once he saw a huge summer camp which looked very lively and entertaining.

"It's beautiful." Brianna added.

"To be honest, I wasn't excited about roughing it, but now, I think I'm going to like Camp Little Moose." Velma commented.

"Oh, that's not Camp Little Moose." Fred laughed.

"It's not?" Lu asked in disappointment.

"That's Camp Big Moose," Fred scoffed before pointing out the window. "That's Camp Little Moose."

"What a crappy little place, it's-" Erica sneered until she then saw that Jen had narrowed her eyes and hit her in the arm. "Ow, you bitch!"

"Don't give me that attitude." Jen glared sharply.

"Ugh!" Erica groaned and rubbed her arm.

"They really fixed the place up." Fred smiled as he drove them through the front gate of the summer camp.

"Stupid redheaded bitch," Erica huffed about Jen. "Who does she think she is, my mother?"

"You think that's bad, look at this dump," Cartman scoffed. "It sucks worse than the Fat Camp I had to go to."

"I've spent a zillion summers here as a camper, but now I'm a counselor!" Fred smiled in excitement. "It's my chance to pass on all our camp traditions to a new generation of Little Moose!"

"This place is a dump." Trent scoffed.

"It's rustic." Sky replied.

"Man, I don't care what it looks like, as long as it isn't haunted." Shaggy said.

Scooby nodded in agreement.

"STOP!" A man ran to the front of the van as it came to a stop. "Turn back! This place is haunted!"

Shaggy and Scooby just face-palmed as they had just jinxed themselves.

"Hey, buddy, what seems to be the problem?" Fred asked the counselor.

"He's real, get outta here while you still can!" The man told them while running away for his life. "I'm going to Camp Big Moose!"

"What was that all about?" Sky wondered.

"Beats me, but we're gonna find out." Fred replied as he unbuckled his seat-belt.

"Aww... Do we have to?" Cartman complained.

"Yes!" Kyle, Erica, Stan, and Kenny glared.

"Fine..." Cartman groaned and rolled his eyes. "Let's just get it over with."


There was a young teen with short brown hair, wearing a white T-shirt, a blue jacket, black shorts, and brown boots, looking at the group. "Grandpa, they're here." The boy told his guardian.

Everyone came to explore and looked all around the campsite as it looked nearly empty.

"That the counselors, boy?" An older voice asked the young teen.

"Yeah, and they even have a cute redhead with a green hat." The boy told his grandfather.


Soon enough, a jeep rode up to check at the camp's state.

"Boy, you wait here, I gotta meet with the ranger." The man told his grandson.

"Uh, guys?" Kenny spoke up as he saw a sign which said 'GET OUT'. "I don't think this is quite a Camp Little Moose welcome."

"Normally I'd agree to this sign, but there must be an explanation for this." Cindy commented.

Everyone was then looking around for someone to be there.

"Wait, did you guys hear that?" Mike asked the others once she heard something.

"Uh..." Some of the others stammered slightly.

"Hear what?" Lu and Og asked their big city friend.

"It's coming from down there." Mike informed.

"I hear it too." Stan agreed.

"Of course you would, Dog Boy." Cartman scoffed.

Mike and Stan soon went off together to check out the noise for themselves.

"Ay, don't leave us stranded, you assholes!" Cartman called out.

"No one's making you stay, Cartman, come over here already then!" Mike told him.

Everyone followed the tomboy as Cartman followed them, muttering something underneath his breath.

"I hear that now too, come on, gang!" Fred told the others.


They soon ran off to find the source of the noise together as a park ranger was talking with an older man.

"I think it'd be a good idea to cancel the second session of camp." The ranger told the older man.

"Good idea, Ranger Knudsen, I've already notified all the parents," The older man scratched his head. "Camp Little Moose is officially closed for the summer."

"What?!" Fred yelped.

"You can't cancel camp!" Jen added.

"Well, what? I know that ascot anywhere!" The older man chuckled happily. "Freddy Jones and Jenny Mazinsky, come over here and give me a Little Moose welcome!"

"Oh, umm..." Jen hesitated a little.

"High in the mountains." Fred began.

"Deep in the sprews." The old man added.

"On the shores of the lake." Jen gave in.

"It's Camp Little Moose!" The old man concluded before they would chant.

"Little Moose, Little Moose, Little Moose." Fred and the older man chanted together and hugged each other as Jen joined them.

"That's so gay." Erica scoffed.

"Seriously." Cartman agreed.

"Ah, a Little Moose welcome always warms my heart." The old man smiled as he wiped a tear of joy.

"What's this whole thing about cancelling camp?" Sky asked the old man.

"And what happened to the boathouse?" Fred added.

"I, uh, don't mean to scare you kids, but we're having a little trouble with an ax-wielding maniac." Ranger Knudsen informed.

"It was The Woodsman!" The old man added.

"Oh, no, not the Woodsman!" Shaggy panicked.

"Who's the Woodsman?" Scooby asked.

"Like, I don't know, and I don't want to find out." Shaggy told his best friend.

Scooby laughed innocently in response.

"The Woodsman?" Jen asked the old man. "Aw, come on, Burt, that was just an old campfire story."

"I-I swear, Jen!" The old man told her and Fred. "I saw it with my own eyes!"

Fred scoffed. "I bet it's just a prank set up by those snobs at Camp Big Moose."

"Or it could be some Jews," Cartman suggested. "Everybody knows about how dirty and sneaky they can be."

"Will you shut up?" Mike glared at Cartman for his racist remarks.

"I've heard a camp rivalries, but this is a little extreme..." Velma commented as she took a look at the burnt down remains.

"You hit the nail on the head, Beautiful." Ranger Knudsen smirked toward her.

"Oh, I didn't say anything~" Daphne blushed.

"I wasn't talking to you." Ranger Knudsen replied before winking to Velma.

"Okay...?" Velma replied uneasily.

"It's best you folks just head on home," Ranger Knudsen smiled as he got into his car to drive off. "Let the professionals handle this."

"Somebody likes you!" Daphne gasped to Velma.

"Shut up." Velma rolled her eyes.


The teen boy from earlier soon came over to meet the group with the older counselor who was his grandfather.

"Ah, Branson, so glad you're here," Burt said to him. "Everyone, this is my grandson, Branson."

"Hello." Everyone else greeted.

"Hey," Branson replied before going over to Erica with a smirk. "What's your name, cutie?"

"Huh? Oh, who me?" Erica blinked.

"Yes, you." Branson smirked.

"Erm... E-Erica," Erica smiled nervously and shyly. "Erica Cartman."

"Erica," Branson repeated. "That's a very cute name."

"All right, dick hole, back off." Cartman glared as he shoved the young teen away from his twin sister.

"And you are...?" Branson asked.

"Her brother, and if you don't back off right now, your worst nightmare." Cartman sneered.

"Okay, fair enough." Branson shrugged.

"Why did you do that?" Erica narrowed her eyes at her twin brother.

"Because... Because... Shut up!" Cartman replied.

"Aww, you care about me, don't ya, Twin Brother?~" Erica smirked slightly.

"Aw, he was just trying to get in your pants." Cartman scoffed.

"Sure he was." Erica rolled her eyes.

Branson took a glance at the group and stopped once he saw Kyle talking to Stan. "Wow, she's beautiful." he then commented about the redhead.


Ling-Ling scampered beside Mike as they went over to check out the campsite as it looked nearly deserted.

"I was gonna be a counselor, a mentor, a hero..." Fred sulked about the condition of his childhood camp.

"I'm sorry, Fred, but I had no choice," Burt told him. "No campers means no camp."

"Try telling that to them." Sky replied as she saw an incoming bus that had other kids inside of it.

Out came three kids; a blond boy who looked excited, a girl with purple hair wearing a hood, looking bored, and a big kid who was breathing in his inhaler.

"W-Where is everybody?" The blonde boy asked.

"Camp's cancelled," Burt informed. "Didn't you kids get the message?"

"What message?" The hooded girl droned, sounding a lot like Raven from the Teen Titans.

"Aw, great, another goth kid," Cartman scoffed. "Just what we need."

"You look more like you're fitted to be a sumo wrestler." The hooded girl scoffed back to Cartman.

Erica snickered to her twin brother's misfortune while Kyle, Kenny, and Stan just laughed out loud.

"The message sent to welcome you to Camp Little Moose!" Fred smiled to the kids. "I'm Fred, I'll be your counselor, mentor, hero!"

"Good to meet ya, Fred," The blonde boy smiled back and shook his hand. "I'm Luke."

"Trudy." The hooded girl gave out her name before walking off and not shaking his hand.

"And I'm Deacon." The big boy concluded before breathing through his inhaler again.

"Stupid goth brat, who does she think she is?" Cartman scoffed about Trudy. "Stan, talk to her in Goth language."

"Goth language?" Stan repeated.

"Yeah, you know, what those kids who wear black and hide out behind the school talk about," Cartman replied. "That little midget one, that red-haired one, that curly haired one, and that fat bitch... You should know, you used to be one of them!"

"What do you want me to do about it?" Stan asked.

"You still have your goth clothes, right?" Erica asked back.

"Yeah?" Stan replied.

"Go dress up in them and blend in with that chick." Erica told Stan.

"I don't know, what do you think, Kyle?" Stan asked.

"I hate to admit this, but Cartman may have a point." Kyle replied.

"What?!" Stan asked. "That doesn't make any sense!"

"Glad that you agreed, now get to it." Cartman ordered Stan.

"Wait, what?!" Stan replied.

"Stan, listen to me; it's the only way you get to bond with her if you become your goth self," Kyle explained. "That way you can get to know her a little better."

"Fine, but I'm only doing this for you, Kyle." Stan sighed sharply.

Kyle smiled to that.


Stan went through his suitcase and soon put on his goth clothes from when Wendy broke up with him to date Token. He saw something that made smiled softly; it was a family portrait of him when he was a little kid, his dad, Randy, his mom, Sharon, his grandfather, and big sister, Shelley. Even if Shelley was a huge pain in the ass, he couldn't help but even miss her. She even helped him and the others when Trent Boyett was back in town after plotting revenge since being locked up back in Preschool.

"Don't worry, you guys, I promise that I will find you and kill Dr. X, even if it costs me my life." The black-haired teen promised himself before he found another picture which was of him, Kyle, Cartman, Erica, and Kenny as kids back in South Park and Chef was even with them which put a big smile on his face.


"Well, hello, beautiful," Branson greeted Kyle. "What's your name?"

"Oh, um... Kyle Broflovski." Kyle replied.

"Kyle? But that's a boy's name." Branson replied.

"Kyle is actually a unisex name," Cindy corrected as she adjusted her glasses. "It's more common for boys, and it's often used as a family last name in regions such as Scotland, though girls named Kyle usually go by Kyla."

"That's her name," Cartman smirked. "Kyla."

"CARTMAN!" Kyle snapped.

Cartman just laughed at Kyle.

"You do look a little androgynous." Cindy had to admit to Kyle.

"No, I don't!" Kyle replied.

"So, how about you and me meet at the campfire tonight?" Branson invited.

Kyle grunted in annoyance and impatience as he hated being confused as a girl. This must've been how Mike felt when she first meets new people before they remember more about her.

"I dunno if this is such a good idea, Fred," Burt said to the blonde teen. "Maybe we should just put these kids back on that-"

"Bus is leaving." Kenny told Burt.

"Hey, where are you going?!" Burt called out as he tried to chase after the bus. "You come back here!"

"So, what'll it be first?" Fred smiled to the campers. "Horseback riding? No, no, no, I got it... Zip-line!"

"Sounds awesome!" Luke laughed in excitement.

"Sounds awful." Trudy muttered.

Deacon only responded by taking a deep inhale with his inhaler.

"Mike, what's zip-lining?" Lu asked Mike.

"It's a transportation system or piece of recreation equipment consisting of a cable stretched between points of different elevations," Mike explained. "A pulley, and a harness or bar for attaching a rider, who moves by gravity."

"It sounds thrilling..." Lu grinned before pouting. "Unlike that helicopter you brought to the island."

"Hey, you're the one who went overboard!" Mike reminded the island girl.

"Well, you could've taught me how to fly it." Lu defended.

"I told ya that I've never flown one before!" Mike defended back.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, Big Shot Big City girl tells a story, but once it comes along, she chickens out." Lu rolled her eyes.

"I actually zip-lined back with Max and Melissa when we had School Olympics!" Mike glared.

"We zip-lined before when we were kids." Kenny remembered.

"You did?" Mike asked him.

"Yeah, it was boring as shit!" Cartman scoffed.

Stan then went over to the group, now wearing his goth clothes.

"Oh, my God." Erica muttered.

"Life is pain," Stan quoted. "Life is only pain."

"We told you to just wear the outfit, not act like one of them!" Cartman snapped.

"I'm just trying to get used to being a goth again, Fat Ass, maybe if you were really my friend, you'd comfort me during my break-up with Wendy Testaburger!" Stan glared.

"Well, you heard him, go comfort him, Kyle, or should I say Kyla?" Cartman snickered.

Kyle just rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"I feel like Fred's forgetting something." Daphne said to Sky, Velma, and Brianna.

"Like the fact that we have a mystery on our hands?" Velma asked.

"Yeah, that doesn't sound like Fred to me." Brianna had to agree.

"Maybe he forgot all about it." Sky shrugged.

"Like, the only mystery I'm solving the case for is what's for dinner?" Shaggy replied. "I say we look in the kitchen, huh, Scoob?"

"Way ahead of ya!" Scooby smiled as he carried bags of groceries with a chef's hat on his head.

"I better go with you guys," Branson decided since he knew all about this camp because his grandfather told him before looking to Kyle. "Care to join us, Princess?"

"No, I won't." Kyle refused.

"I'll join you, Hippies." Cartman replied.

"Me too, because we're hungry." Erica added.

"What else is new?" Stan smirked.

"SHUT UP!" Cartman glared. "Come on, Erica, let's get some chow."

"Way ahead of ya, Bro." Erica replied.

"Screw you guys, we're gettin' somethin' to eat." Cartman and Erica told the others.

"Yeah... Saw that comin'..." Stan scoffed. "Uh, what should we do then?"

"Zip-lining?" Og suggested.

"Come on, Jessie, it'll be okay." Sky soothed her little sister while carrying her hon her shoulders on the way to where the others were going to try out zip-lining.

"I like your outfit," Trudy said to Stan. "What's your name?"

"Stan Marsh."

"Stan, huh?" Trudy asked.

"My goth name is Raven." Stan replied.

"I like that name." Trudy approved.

"Thanks." Stan replied.

Trudy gave a small smirk as she felt refreshed to have someone understand her, but she soon went back to her dark, gloomy, and stoic straight face.