Kamp Krusty - Plot

Plot

Bart and Lisa excitedly discuss their visit to Kamp Krusty, a summer camp run by Krusty the Clown. Homer has made Bart's visit conditional on him getting at least a C average on his report card. Bart receives a D- in each subject from Ms. Krabappel, so he changes each grade to an A+. Homer chides Bart for not faking plausible grades, but lets him go to camp anyway because he does not want Bart “hanging around all summer".

The camp's director, Mr. Black, has licensed Krusty's name from the comedian. Kamp Krusty turns out to be a nightmare: The cabins fall apart, the lake is too dangerous to swim in, and the kids are fed nothing but Krusty Brand Imitation Gruel. Springfield bullies Dolph, Jimbo, and Kearney, the ruthless camp counselors, take the children on death marches and force them into making knockoff wallets for export.

Homer and Marge enjoy their summer alone, with Homer losing weight and growing hair. Lisa writes to them describing the camp's brutal conditions but her parents think she is exaggerating; "she complains now, but when we go pick her up, she won't want to leave". Bart hopes that his hero Krusty will save them, but the clown remains unaware of the camp's nature.

To keep the children complacent Mr. Black tells the campers that Krusty has finally come, but it is only a badly-dressed Barney Gumble. Bart leads the campers in rebellion, driving out Mr. Black and the bullies. The stress of seeing Kent Brockman's TV reports on the revolt causes Homer to immediately lose the hair he grew and regain the lost weight. Krusty apologizes to the kids, saying that he was bribed to approve the camp; as compensation Krusty takes them to "the happiest place on Earth". The episode ends with a montage of the kids enjoying their time in Tijuana, Mexico.

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