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The Foreverangees National Park.
Takes your breath away.
It would if I didn't go to the gym twice a week.
Wait, so how are we getting from here to there?
All I see is river, and my boy Barry can't swim.
Yet. Your boy Barry
can't swim yet.
We camp here tonight.
Don't you worry, Barry.
You're in good hands.
Whose hands?
Mine.
And the horrifying sound repeated.
Whoo-clickety. Whoo-clickety.
Whoo-clickety.
And that's when he realized
the printer had run out of ink!
Weak.
Oh, I've got one.
A good one.
Long ago in the mists of time,
it was said that vast giants, big as mountains,
roamed these lands.
But they were so fun.
Fun, happy giants.
And they were best friends.
But then a dark and terrible thing happened,
and it was bad.
They had a disagreement!
Oh, it was so bad
that they turned their backs to one another
in a stupid, stubborn standoff.
Each refusing to face the other,
their bodies became cold stone,
never to turn around again.
And there they are.
Backs turned to this very day.
They say this park is cursed,
as many a best friendship
has been destroyed in this place.
Then why did you bring us here?
That'll never happen to us, Bar.
We're forever besties.
Oh, yeah.
Okay, time for some shuteye, kids.
Canoes head out at first light.
And that's it for the guitar?
This is the best day of my life.
Ditto.
And there they are.
Gets me every time.
Now remember, kids,
take only pictures, leave only ripples.
They do look like big "angy" giants, don't they?
And now, as a memento of our unbreakable bond,
I give thee...
friendship rock.
With gratitude, I take thee.
I... Billiam, it's "canoe."
Yeah. "Canyoo."
No. You're saying "canyoo." It's "canoe."
Canyoo.
Canoe!
What-What am I saying?
"Canyoo."
Ah! I'm going crazy!
OMG! I am going crazy!
I don't think I've ever seen those two
fight like that before.
Obviously crinkle cut.
Curly.
Curly over crinkle?
Curly fries demolish crinkles, you dummy!
Whoa. Ever seen them argue?
Can't say that I have.
You don't think this could be the curse?
No way. That's just a dumb story.
Oh, phew.
Well, let's check back in with Reggie and Renée.
The curse of the Foreverangees!
But-but it can't be.
Ah!
Oh, no.
Oh, thank goodness. They're getting along.
Principal Secretary will know what to do.
I just think it's so funny
that you think you're the best in the world
at folding fitted sheets.
Well, someone has to be. Uh, why not me?
There are people who work in hotels, Secretary,
stay-at-home parents,
the people who fit the fitted sheets into store packaging.
You're being so mean right now.
Kiff...
- You haven't seen me fold! - You're delusional!
- It's absurd. - You haven't seen me fold!
No!
We should never have come here!
Take only pictures.
Pictures. Pictures.
It's the pebbles.
It was us, Kiff.
We took more than pictures.
- But-but-but-- - More than pictures!
Oh.
You never listen to me.
I said, "Don't take the pebbles."
No, you didn't.
I'm pretty sure I did.
One hundred percent sure you didn't.
No! No! No! It's the curse messing with our heads!
Making us false-member things.
Okay, Bar, we'll just put back the dumb pebbles
and reverse the curse.
All right, party people, don't go anywhere.
Mid-catastrophe,
and this one's a comedienne.
Hey, Bar, don't lift your side up.
All the weight's on me.
It's just because I'm taller than you.
Maybe everything isn't my fault.
Maybe you're just short.
Ow.
I can't even look at you.
There is a storm of insults
just churning inside of me right now.
Wait! If we turn our backs, we'll end up like everyone else!
Let's just wait for these fighting feelings to pass,
okay, buddy?
Your hands are so clammy.
I'm sorry I said that. It was the curse.
Don't worry about it. Your hands are so dry,
they feel like sandpaper on my shoulders.
I'm sorry! It's the curse!
I don't have any fight left in me.
That's the spirit.
Oh, we're so close.
We just have to remember how to be polite.
How hard can that be?
Uh, were you planning on sitting here, Kiffy?
Only if you'd like me to, heh, Barrington.
Unless you'd rather I ride in the front.
If that's what your heart desires.
Oh, my heart desires what's good for the gander.
Okay, put 'em back. Get rid of 'em.
Cursed rocks!
There. We've broken the curse.
Oh, I'm so glad it's over.
I told you not to take the pebbles.
You did not tell me that!
I have been thinking about it the whole time,
and I'm 100% sure that I said not to take the pebbles.
Oh! This is madness!
Why are we yelling? I thought we ended the curse?
Well, you obviously put your pebble back wrong.
You put your pebble back wrong!
Get off my back!
I literally can't remember why we were ever friends!
Friends...
Were?
Hmph!
Ugh, are you crying?
No.
My feelings are wet.
I am so sorry, Barry.
I didn't mean it. I was just angry.
Oh, no. Barry!
Oh! Oh, my gosh, Kiff! The curse!
We never broke the curse!
We're turning to stone!
Barry, if we're gonna be stuck forever,
I want it to be like this.
Yeah!
I love you, Kiff!
We did it!
Our friendship broke a millennia-old curse!
That was crazy!
I hope the others are okay.
- We should get back. - Oh, yeah.
- You want to take the front? - No.
Ha!
Ah, Kiff and Barry. There you are.
It seems we all fell asleep on this riverbank,
waiting for you slowpokes to bring up the caboose.
Welcome back.
These rocks aren't "angy."
These rocks are lovey.
Am I lost?
Chirp.