Oh, yeah, baby. I love you, too.
Oh, man, not again.
Yeah, meet your new girlfriend.
Hey, Oken, is she your main squeeze? Did you get it,
âsqueezeâ? âOrangeâ? How do I come up with that stuff?
Hey, leave him alone.
Yeah, nobody picks on Oliver but us.
That's right... Hey!
I mean, if we were going to pick on Oliver, we easily
could've said, "Oh man, you make an ugly girl."
But we didn't. Even though it's true.
Thanks. Hey!
Okay, people, it's pop quiz time!
First question: Who can tell me why this is the worst day of my life?
Ooh, ooh, I... Let it go, man. Let it go.
You got passed over for principal again, Mr. Picker?
That's right, Oken, poke the bear with a stick. By the way, that's not your color.
No, my rapture today is because I lost a bet with Coach Hendricks
and I am now the chaperone of this year's class camping trip.
Oh, man.
Oh, no, don't moan. It'll be great, sitting by the campfire, telling
stories, being eaten alive by disease-ridden bugs. Oh, joy.
Come on, guys, camping's fun. I do it all the time.
Little Miss Miley Sunshine, trying to turn my frown upside down.
That's very sweet, and at this moment, terribly annoying.
Have your parents fill out these forms so you can spend
twenty-four glorious hours with me and no indoor plumbing.
Ew!
I don't want to go to the bathroom in the woods.
I don't even like going here.
Come on, guys, think about it: sitting under the stars, breathing
all that fresh mountain air, surrounded by the sounds of nature.
What are you doing?
A chipmunk, duh.
Could you be any more of a hillbilly?
You know, um, I could've done a pig, but you guys already got that covered.
Mmm, what's that I smell? Bacon that just got burned!
Geeks.
Freaks.
Loser. Loser. Ooh.
You do that stupid finger thing one more time, and your...
Whoa, cat fight on aisle five?
Sir, we were just talking about what a kick it's gonna
be to get to know each other better. Right, guys?
Right. Yeah. Uh-huh. You bet.
Good, you're sharing the same tent together.
What?
Ninety-eight. I see you. Ninety-nine. I'm coming to get ya. One
hundred. Okay, darling, it's time for me and you to do a little dance.
Honey, you look terrible.
Couldn't sleep. Feel sick.
Wow. You know, you sound kind of like that old mule that
used to haul old fat Uncle Earl up that hill to church.
And look at that rash. That's it.
You're not going on that camping trip today.
But, Daddy, I'm fine.
Sorry, darling, but you're going back to bed, and I guess I'll just have to call
and cancel that interview I had set up for Hannah Montana and Taylor Kingsford.
Taylor Kingsford? He is the coolest VJ on TV! This is awesome!
I mean...
Nice try, but next time, you might wanna go for a waterproof rash.
I'm healed! Hallelujah?
Miley, I know you just don't wanna to share a tent with Amber and Ashley,
but sometimes you just gotta make the best out of a bad situation.
Well, in that case, I'm gonna need a jar of honey,
a thousand red ants, and the cover of nightfall.
You know, at times like this, I'm gonna say to you what I
used to say to your mother. Keep your mitts off my cake.
Mile, I know those girls don't always treat you right,
but sinking down to their level just isn't the answer.
Dad, how do we really know that until we try?
Well, you remember that kid that always used to tease Jackson?
Then Jackson snuck into his bathroom and put glue all over his toilet seat?
It would've worked if I hadn't of slipped.
He sure gave that crowd in the emergency room a good laugh.
Good times, good times. But my point is, if you're gonna
lie down with dogs, you're gonna get up with fleas.
Not if I wear a flea collar!
Mile, as a favor to me, be the better person.
But, Dad, I already am the better person. So, why do I have to act like it?
Promise me.
Okay, fine.
That's my girl.
Aw, man. That dang mouse is chewing on the wires
again! That's it, I guess this time I'm just gonna...
Oh no, you're not. That mouse is a living creature. I even
gave it a name... "Linda." It's Spanish for "pretty."
Well, you better start learning the Spanish word for "squished."
It was the sixth day without food. Only one man
could guide the remaining survivors to safety.
Oliver Oscar Oken. "The Triple-O." Known the world over as: "Oooh."
That is so not funny anymore.
It's the Malibu Miley Cat! Very rare. Very vicious!
Okay, people; one, two, three, drop! Excellent.
Now, if only we could pick them up and leave.
Could there possibly be a better place to study
nature? The answer is "yes." On a forty-two-inch,
high-def, plasma TV in the comfort of my den. Just steps away from indoor plumbing.
Come on, Mr. Picker, you can't experience the feel and smell of nature on your TV.
That's the whole point. Now, set up your tents, get into them, and pray
for the next twenty-four hours. Because that's what I'll be doing.
There they are. I've got a clear shot.
Lilly, no, we might get in trouble. Let me handle this.
Okay, but make it hurt.
Trust me. You can count on that.
Okay, I know we've had our problems, but Lilly
and I are willing to forget if you are.
I thought you said you were gonna make it hurt!
That was the most painful thing I've ever done.
But I promised my dad I'd be the better person.
Well, I didn't!
Lilly, please, I can't do this without you. Help me, because you're my friend.
No.
Because you know it's the right thing to do.
Oh... No.
Because I'm on Taylor Kingsford, your favorite show tomorrow
night and if you don't help me, I'm not taking you.
Hello, tent pals! Who wants me to braid their hair?
Ew.
What do you say we put up this tent, and make a fire,
and cook ourselves us up a big pot of friendship?
Well, we'd like to, but we don't speak "Hillbilly."
Or do our wash âdown yonder in the crick.â
You're funny.
I hate them.
Just remember, Taylor Kingsford, your favorite show.
You know what I'm thinking, Ash?
Half-caffâ¦
Non-fatâ¦
â¦grande latte with just a sprinkle-winkle of cinnamon. Ooh.
That's it, I'm going to sprinkle their winkles.
Lilly, no!
Whoa! That's a bite. That's a big bite.
Well, this is just great. Amber and Ashley bail and
now we have to put this thing up all by ourselves.
I mean, ask me to change the trucks on a skateboard.
I can do that. But a tent? This'll take forever!
Ta-da!
How did you do that?
When you're raised in Tennessee, they teach you this stuff before
you're potty trained. Go look inside, there's cut flowers.
Linda! Come on, Linda.
Dad?
Shh!
Dad?
Shh!
But, Dad?
What?
I was just gonna tell you, if you stop looking at
the plate, maybe the mouse will come. I was right!
Donny, I don't think it goes that way.
You should've stopped after "I don't think." Did ya hear that,
guys? "I don't think!" Because he doesn't think! I own you!
Yeah, well, you should've stopped after "Did"
you hear that?" "Did you hear that?" Right?
Give it to me!
Oh, you can pull harder than that, wimp!
Oh... wimpier!
Step aside, rookies, let me show you how to do this.
I can do it if he'd just let go!
You let go!
Tent wedgie, tent wedgie!! Whoa!
No place to buy a latte, no place to buy shoes, and not a
single multiplex. Why would anyone want to come to the woods?
There's nothing but trees. What a waste of space.
And we're supposed to sleep in this? It's synthetic!
Ew!
Let go!
You let go.
What're ya doing?
Pitching a tent.
How's it working out for ya?
I'm hanging in.
Great. I have so many bites on my tush it looks like a waffle.
Yoo-hoo, Mr. Picker?
Did we build ours the right way?
What?
Wow, I'm impressed.
But, Miley put up that tent! They just went for lattes!
Lattes?
In the forest?
I can't believe you would try to take credit for something we did.
All we wanted to do was put up a tent, make a
fire, and cook us up a big pot of friendship.
That's what I said!
She's taking credit again! Mr. Picker, make her stop.
Please make her stop.
If it'll make you stop, sure. Here's a thought: why don't we just apologize to
each other, or at the very least, somebody fake an illness so we can all go home.
Fine. I'm sorry.
Right. We're both sorry... that you are two lying, evil nasties!
Oh, how I wanna go home!
Just a tip: in the future, when apologizing,
avoid the phrase "lying, evil nasties."
Here.
What's your problem?
I have to share a tent with Donny tonight.
So?
He's had five helpings of beans.
Come on, Oliver, it's not like he did it on purpose.
Hey, Oken.
I think he did.
Look, we feel bad about this. We didn't think
he'd make you wash all the dishes. Poor babies.
But look, you're almost done.
Oops, sorry. See? I can apologize.
Well, that's because you're the bigger person.
That's it! Forget Taylor Kingsford. I'm going
after them and don't you try and stop me.
Who's stopping ya? I'm with ya! Sorry, Dad. Get the flea
dip ready, because tonight, I'm lying down with the dogs.
Linda... Come on out, Linda, nobody's gonna hurt you. Come on.
Come on, Dad, that's ridiculous.
This is how you catch a mouse. Two hundred and forty eight traps.
Very impressive, son. Can you come over here for a second?
Oh, all right, okay. I know what you're thinking. But I got the brains to get
myself out of this one. See, that's the difference between me and a mouse.
I think the difference is the mouse would've made that jump.
What was that? Ashley... Ashley! Ashley! Ashley!
Move your hand, I can't see your answers.
Ow!
What's going on?
I think I heard something outside!
It was probably just the wind.
Or not.
Mr. Picker! Mr. Picker! Mr. Picker!
Twelve more hours, your own bathroom, you can do it.
What is that thing?
I don't know. It could be a bear or a mountain lion.
Whatever it is, it sounds hungry.
But I'm too pretty to get eaten!
Hey, I'm pretty, too!
Well, I'll mention that at your funeral!
Lilly, wish me luck.
Miley, what are you doing?
If we stay here, we'll all get torn to pieces. Our
only hope is if I can get to the ranger station alive.
This is stupid. I just can't let you go.
But we can!
Go, go! Be stupid!
Don't worry, I'm gonna be just fine!
Thanks for the help.
Anything to get out of Donny's tent. He got a standing ovation from the skunks.
Oh, no you don't! Yeah, that's right! Not so tough now, are ya?
Ow, my leg!
Ow, my other leg!
Ow, my arm!
Okay, you go next.
Why me?
I think we've established the "pretty scale."
Lilly, he's got me!
Oh no, he doesn't!
It's... too... late... good-bye!
No, Miley, no! You let her go, you... whoa!
Hey! Occupado!
Get out!
You get out!
Ew!
Yeah!
Looks like Daddy was wrong. I got down with the dogs, and got up flea-free.
Help! Get me out of here!
Gotcha!
That little sucker's laughing at me.
Oh, your tail is mine, now.
What the...
Way to go, Dad, I'll take it from here.
All right, my little rodent friend, kiss your whiskers good-bye.
Whoa, son. You don't kill a mouse with that kind
of talent. Linda, you know "Achy, Breaky Heart"?
That was Hannah Montana, ow! And in a minute, we're coming back with the real
thing. So, please, stay tuned, because I love you! I mean it! I really do!
And we're clear.
There you are, there you are. Looking so fine! How're you doing?
And who is your right-hand lady?
Is she all right?
I ask myself that question every day.
Stay! Hey, Oliver, what do you want? I'm kind of busy.
It's important! Remember that bush we were standing in? It's poison oak!
What? That's crazy. If it was, then... I'd be doing this...
Psst. Hey, baby girl, if you want to be on the show, you, uh, need to be on stage.
Gotta go.
Okay, no, just-just because he said it... I mean, Lilly isn't...
We're back! Three, two...
Oh, boy.
And we're back with Hannah Montana. Ow! Hannah, welcome to the show.
Thank you.
I have been itching to ask you a few questions.
And I'm itching to answer them.
Now, you always come across so sweet as apple
pie. And America loves apple pie, we love
apple pie. But, is that the true Hannah Montana,
is that the real you? We'd like to know.
Well, uh, I've always believed that at the end of the day
it's, uh, about loving each other as you would love yourself.
Boring! Come on, I mean, haven't you ever got down and done something so bad?
Well, you know, I've learned, um, recently, that
if you get down with dogs you end up with fleas.
Are you all right?
Yeah, never better! It's just this, uh, new dance routine.
I've been working on, and I just can't wait to show it to ya.
Does it come with a song?
If you want.
Well, how about that, a Taylor Kingsford sneak peek, right here!
Yeah. All right, all I need is a beat!
Come on, band, help her out!
Okay, oh... Gimme that mic! Thank you. Okay. Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!
I call it the "scratch dance!" Contagious, isn't it? Everybody's doing it. See?
Just scratch my back! Okay! All right! A little to the left, now a
little to the right. Lower, higher, now that's just right! Oh yeah!
Oh, I can't watch this.
You don't have to. I'm recording it. I can never get tired of watching me be right!
Now, switch!
You wish.
Scratch dance! Scratch dancing!
Scratch dancing! Scratch dancing! It is contagious!
If you don't stop, you're going to find out!
Ooh, come on! Bring it, little girl, bring it! Come on! Come on!
I'm gonna get you!
Scratch that! That's it!
Very funny, Linda.