Wilbur stands with his arms crossed as he gazes upon the growing pile of people's luggage. He was just about to grab his duffel bag when a bunch of bags got piled on top of his. Now, it is buried beneath the whole pile once again. Wilbur waits for the pile to lessen until he could finally see his bag's handle. He begins to pull it out but to no avail. His duffel bag was completely stuck. Wilbur was about to kick the stupid pile of luggage when someone came up to him.

"You must be new." The stranger says. He looks like he was about Wilbur's age.

"How could you tell?" Wilbur sarcastically replies.

"For starters, you did not grab your duffel before the counselors threw it in the pile. I say you need some major help."

"Thanks. It is the blue one."

The boy pulls the duffel out of the pile like it was easy. Wilbur was slightly embarrassed by his lack of strength but he gets over it quickly.

"No problem. So, what is your name?"

"Wilbur Robinson." Wilbur answers loud and proud. "What is yours?"

"Robinson? Are you by any chance related to Cornelius Robinson? Also, my name is Nathan."

"Yeah, I just said that. Of course I am, He is my dad."

"Wow! So do you live in like a fancy mansion or someplace better than this?"

"I do, but Dad thought it would be a good idea for me to get a break from the house and go spend time out here."

"Cool."

"Robinson, Wilbur! Cabin E!" One of the counselors shouted through a megaphone.

"That's the same cabin I'm in." Nathan says.

"Okay. Now, do you know how to play poker?"

"No, I have never played before."

The two boys start walking toward their cabin when a large black car honks at them to move out the way. Wilbur turns around and watches as a limousine drive by to the drop off area.

"Whoa. Who is in there?"

"Do not know. We should go and pick out our bunks."

"Okay."

The limousine door opens and Walter steps out the vehicle. He is dressed in a black suit and tie which makes him look like a butler. Walter moves out the way as Harry steps out the car. He too is also dressed in a suit except his is not black but rather dark blue. Harry looks around and examines the details of the camp. He is very excited to go explore the camp and meet new people.

"Here we are, Harry. Camp Walden for boys. We traveled all the way from London to this?" Walter states.

"I like it. It is a lot different than back at home." Harry replies.

"Right. Shall we review your mother's list?"

"Sure."

"Ok. Let us see." Art says as he opens his notebook and pulls a pen out of his pocket. "Vitamins?"

"Check."

"Minerals?"

"Check."

"List of your daily fruits and vegetables?"

"Check, Check. Go on. I want to go explore."

Walter gives him a look and Harry just grins.

"Sunblock, lip balm, insect repellent, stationary, stamps, photographs of your mother, grandfather, and of course, your favorite butler, me."

"I got it all then."

"Oh, and here is a little gift from your grandfather." Walter holds up a new fancy deck of cards. "Maybe you will find someone on this continent who can whip your tush at poker."

"Well, I highly doubt it, but thank you. And thank you for bringing me here, Walter."

Walter begins to get teary eyed and gives Harry a big hug which Harry returns. Once they pull apart Walter tells Harry something important.

"Now, you remember, if you change your mind and want me to come here and get you at the end of camp I'm only a phone call away, Harry."

"Thank you, but I will be fine. Really. See you in eight weeks, Walter, old pal."

"Missing you already."

Walter holds out his hand which Harry gladly accepts and they begin to do their iconic handshake.

"Have fun, Mischief."

"I will."

Harry watches as Walter goes to the limousine and turns around to say goodbye.

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye, Walter."

He then gets into the vehicle and tells the driver to take him to the airport.

Harry watches as he leaves then gathers his belongings and makes his way to his cabin.