Brought a bike to a tank fight.
After David had been patched up by Quartermaster, and most of the trees that had been blown down were burned in a massive bonefire...
The Wood Scouts decided to invade.
Pikeman had somehow gotten ahold of an old motorcycle and was riding that around the camp shouting orders.
Germy had a wooden sword and was dueling Nerris on one of the roofs.
Snake and Nikki were locked in fierce combat, thumb wrestling to the DEATH!
Max was in a staring contest with Petrov, neither child blinking.
Campbell woke up from one of his many hangovers, noticing that those rascals from across the lake were causing trouble once again.
He spotted the tank sitting atop a crushed car, and stumbled out to the vehicle.
"Knock it off!"
He snagged Pikeman by the shoulder as the boy tried zipping past him, wrenching him clear off the bike, which crashed into a picnic table.
Pikeman yelled for someone to help him, but everyone was busy.
Campbell threw Pikeman to the dirt, clambering aboard the tank.
The 120mm main cannon swiveled down, and its impossibly huge muzzle ended up pointed between the teens eyes.
"GET LOST!"
Campbell was in no mood for games.
Needless to say the Wood Scouts departed in record time.