♪ Who's gonna help when the danger overwhelms ♪
♪ And the mysteries are piled high? ♪
♪ Who's gonna be around, never gonna let you down ♪
♪ When you're on a wild ride?
♪ Your friends are always by your side ♪
♪ It's Craig of the Creek, he's gonna save the day ♪
♪ It's Craig of the Creek
Craig: "These are the last days of the Founder's Keep.
A game of capture the flag has now escalated into total war
and consumed the entire creek.
We have no choice but to abandon this place
and start out new lives as indoor kids.
We fear that we won't be able to return.
Signed Bradley, Cathy, and Pradeep."
This was a letter written by the first kids in the creek.
We found it in the ruins of their fort.
Oh, Elders of the Creek,
please tell us...
what's up with this?
What drove these ancient kids to war?
Ancient treasure?
A great candy recession?
And could the same thing happen to us?
As wise and as dashingly handsome as we are,
we know nothing about this capture-the-flag war.
The wealth of knowledge we have amassed
from the scholars before us
only goes back to the early '90s.
There are no written records of those ancient times.
Only legends remain,
faintly whispered in the winds of time,
like that song about the kid
who ate 19 worms in three minutes.
♪ Oh, Billy Schulman ate 19 worms ♪
♪ They slithered in his gut ♪
♪ They sat inside his stomach ♪
♪ 'Til he threw them all -- ♪
Okay, that's enough, David.
What? That's the song!
Should we just keep kneeling here?
I think there's another way
to get some answers about the ancients,
but first we need to stop by the Trading Tree.
Here you go, Craig -- one pad of tracing paper.
Thanks, Kit, and, uh,
just so you know, this is for mapping purposes.
I don't normally trace when I draw.
Look, I just get the goods.
Whatever you do with them is your business.
I'm -- I'm serious. I don't trace.
I -- I'll draw a bike right now!
Just let me get a pencil!Alright, Craig.
Everyone knows you can draw. Let's go.
Ugh! Ugh!
Hey! Watch where you're walking!
I'm on mosquito patrol.
Mosquito patrol?
Ah, so Jason and the Junior Forest Scouts
are working for the mosquitoes now, eh?
Of course not.
I'm out here making sure they don't bite
any unsuspecting creek kids.
[ Gasps ] There's one now!
Oh, that was just an eyelash.
Never mind.
Where's the rest of your troop at?
They came down with a bad case of sash rash.
Shash rash?
Sash rash!
A rash from your sash!
So I'm, uh, patrolling solo today.
So, if you guys wanted to...
Well, have fun with that.
[ Sighs ]
Mosquito!
So, remember that map we found,
left behind by the first kids in the creek?
Well, thanks to modern tracing-paper technology,
I traced it, and look what happens
when I put it over my map.
The landmarks of the modern creek
and the ancient creek line up perfectly.
See? Old. New.
Old! New!
Old! New!Stop it!
I can't read it!Sorry. Look.
Ramp City, where the 10 Speeds hang out,
it used to be a theater for puppet shows.
And the black top where we play four square,
it used to be for the ancient pastime of roller skating.
If we explore some of these places,
maybe we can find a clue
to how this capture-the-flag war was started.
Sounds like a plan, but, uh,
maybe we save Unstable Treetop Village for last.
Uh, good idea.
Let's go excavate!
[ Grunting ]
Huh, bleachers.
Guess this was a theater.
JP: Hey, guys.
Um, can we switch spots?
[ Echoing laughter ]
Hey, guys! I found something!
It's a weird rock with six fingers on it.
I got one over here too,
but this one has three fingers.
Whoa!
I found one with 12 fingers!
Twelve, three, six.
[ Gasps ] It's a clock!
The ancients must have used this tree as a sundial!
That's cool, but still nothing about capture the flag.
♪♪
Guys! I think I found somethin'!
It's a message!
The ancients couldn't text,
so they must have used the creek
to send messages downstream to their friends.
What's it say?
"My darlin' Sarah,
I see now that creek civilization
leans on the triumph of our side,
and I am willing to lay down my playtime
to uphold this great creek.
If I do not return to our fort,
never forget how much I liked you,
like-liked you,
and if I am tagged out,
the last breath that escapes me on the battlefield
will whisper your name.
I hope we shall meet again outside the creek --"
[ Sniffles ]
"...if my dad can drive me to your house.
Private Sammy Ballou, 25th Infantry."
[ Sobbing ]
What was it?
What were they fighting about?
I don't know.
None of these places have had any real clues.
Maybe we'll never find out.
But we have to.
If it could happen
to a super-advanced kid society like them,
then it could happen to us,
and we would become...
indoor kids.
Oh, oh, it's not fair.
Two sweethearts torn apart,
all for a game!
A game.
There might be one place we can check --
the Game Master's Vault.
Well, here's the trees.
And there's a fence.
They must have built over the creek
since the ancients played here.
If all that other ancient stuff survived,
there's a chance the vault is still back there.
Alright, everyone. Back up.
I'm gonna need a running start for this.
Uh, let's just tell them
we lost a kickball over the fence.
[ Doorbell rings ]
Craig?Jason?
You live here?
Let me guess.
You got bit by a mosquito,
and now you've come to beg for my help.
I told you my patrol was important!
Ugh! We didn't get bit!
Oh. Well, then did you just come to hang out?
That's perfect, because I just got
a new whistle we could try out!
Guess what song I'm playing!
[ Inhales deeply ]
[ Whistle plays "Jingle Bells" ]
Uh, Jason!
We came here because there's ancient kid stuff
in your backyard,
and we need to dig it up.
No one cares about your whistles!
[ Groans ]
Then go dig up your own backyard!
What the heck?
Alright. My turn.
Ah!Quick! Hide!
[ Doorbell rings ]
I thought I told you...
Jason, we nee d your help!
JP tripped on your stupid
expensive-looking brick driveway,
and he hurt his leg!
Yep, that's totally what happened!
Craig went to get help,
but I don't think JP will last long!
Fear not! A Forest Scout always helps out!
Jason: Don't worry.
I always carry a medical kit tucked in my underwear.
Uh, uh, it's in there somewhere.
♪♪
[ Grunts ]
[ Gasps ]
The vault.
Okay. There.
Feel better?
Not really, no.
Of course. The injury is probably internal.
These bandages aren't doing anything!
Aaaah -- O-O-Ow!
Whoa.
"Kickball --
The Roller-Kids demolished
the Fish King three to 10.
Not sure why the Fish King
thought he could beat six kids by himself."
Whoa.
This kid must have kept score of every game in the creek.
What's the latest date? Let's see.
1980!
[ Gasps ] Capture the flag!
[ Groans ] I can't feel a fracture anywhere.
That's good?
No! It means you must have broken the bone,
and it already healed incorrectly!
I'm going to have to reset it.
Uh, beg your pardon?
Don't worry. I have tools.
I'll be right back.
N-No! Wait!
"Summer is here, and everyone has taken a side.
The Space Cadets, the Roller-Kids,
the Green Belts,
the Herkleton Model Train Society,
and the Butterfly Scouts
have all formed an alliance.
On the opposing side -- the Fish King,
the Kitty Kids, the Rocket Club,
the Hula Heads, and the Fizz Boys
as well as Michael Bart.
The game -- a winner-takes-all capture-the-flag war.
[ Thunder crashes ]
The kid who controls the flag controls the creek.
I can't believe the creek is going to war
and all because of a --"
[ Whistle blows ]
What have you done to the rhododendrons?!
M-Moved them.
[ Groans ] That's it!
You're gonna get soaked!
[ Gasps ] The book!
[ Grunting ]
[ Breathing heavily ]
Huh?
Jason: I'm gonna soak your butt!
[ Grunting ]
[ Breathing heavily ]
[ Ladder creaking ]Huh?
[ Grunts ]
Whoa!
This must be the Unstable Tree Top Village!
A-ha! [ Screams ]
Come back here!
[ Breathing heavily ] Stand still!
I can't squirt you when you're moving!
Jason, stop!
I'm trying to find out why the ancient kids of the creek
were fighting each other!
Well, maybe because some jerk kid
showed up at some lonely kid's house
like he wanted to play,
but really he just wanted to dig up his backyard!
Ever think of that?
Ah![ Crash ]
[ Wood creaks ]
Ah!
Ugh!
[ Breathing heavily ]
[ Whimpers ]
[ Wind whistles ]
[ Grunts ]
[ Whistle blowing ]Huh?
Help! [ Whistle blows ]
Help!
Who am I kidding?
Whistles can't save me now!
[ Sobs ]
Jason, when I give the signal,
I'm gonna need you to jump.
[ Sniffles ] What?
[ Grunts ] Huh!
[ Wood cracks ]
Now!
Ah!
[ Both scream ]
♪♪
The book!
[ Breathing heavily ] Ah.
♪♪
[ Sighs ]
An ancient capture-the-flag war?
You should've told me that in the first place!
That sounds cool!
Cool? Pfft.
You know nothing of war.
So, why did it start?I don't know.
The book got soaked,
and the rest of these just seem to be about
dodgeball games and stuff.
Way to go, Jason.
Hey!
No, it's not Jason's fault.
I don't know if it matters how the war started.
I-I think all that matters
is that wedon't start one,
you know, by digging up backyards
and getting each other grounded.
So, who wants to try to
break the creek world record for eating worms?
Mortimer is up for the challenge!
Worms are his natural enemy.
Alright. I'll be the judge.
I have a whistle![ Whistle blows ]
♪ When it's time to go to bed
♪ I know I don't have to feel alone ♪
♪ 'Cause I'll see you tomorrow
♪ At the creek
Just like I drew it.