Plot
After leaving Noiseland Video Arcade Bart and Milhouse find $20 that Homer lost and order a super squishee beverage, consisting entirely of syrup, from Apu. With their senses reeling from the high-sugar content of the drink, they spend the rest of the money on a night out in town. The next morning, Bart wakes up with a hangover and realizes that in the revelry of the night before he joined the Junior Campers, a Boy Scout-style organization.
Although Bart initially intends to drop out of the group as soon as possible, he decides to attend a meeting to avoid a pop quiz at school. Bart does not like the first meeting, but when he finds out that he gets to have a pocket knife, he decides to keep attending. After a while Bart begins to enjoy being a Camper, for which Homer mocks him relentlessly. Next, a father-son rafting trip is to be held, so Bart has to bring Homer. Homer does not enjoy the experience, especially when he learns that he and Bart have to share the same raft with Ned Flanders and Rod Flanders. Due to Homer losing the map, they accidentally take the wrong turn and find themselves lost at sea. They stay stranded helplessly with no food or water for a long amount of time. When the raft springs a leak after Homer drops a pocket knife, all seems lost, but then Homer smells his way to a Krusty Burger on an off-shore oil rig. They are saved, and Bart is proud of his father.
Meanwhile, the other Junior Campers, led by "special celebrity dad" Ernest Borgnine, take the correct route, but they end up in an even worse position: after initially finding themselves trapped in a dark, tangled forest and hunted by mountain men, then they are attacked by a bear. Borgnine tries to fight it but fails (because Homer stole his pocket knife), so the group flee to an abandoned summer camp. At the camp, they sing a song, but are soon attacked by an unseen figure lurking in the woods.
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