(Meanwhile, by the campfire)
Some kid: Holy bajeezus Black guy! This oregon trail game is great!
Black Guy with guitar: You're cursed! Cursed!
(The kids run away, and the black guy turns to the camera)
Black guy: Don't be shy, c'mon, sit down. This story doesn't really have any direction, so I need an audience. If you try to leave, all the exits are blocked, as the kids have found out. Now keep that film rolling!
(In the car)
Fred: Where are we even going? It better be Hawaii.
Masamune: We'll just check this map, here, and-
GORE: Hey, I'm the leader! Just let this thing move automatically, like in Indiana Jones Movies!
Fred: Delicious. Holy crap, it's really hot out.
GORE: Yeah, well, that's your fault.
Masamune: Isn't that trunk going to be like a sauna?
GORE: Yes. Now dump some more of the water on it, and-
Fred: We're slowing down. We have no food. We never went to town. We have no Gas, and no twelve dollar Oxen!
GORE: Well we still have these ten-packs of soap!
Masamune: Those things weigh 6 pounds! And this jar of pickles is 25!
Fred: Metric system is better...
GORE: Shutup, this is America. Now we'll have to hunt.
Fred: We have no guns, and none of us are proficient at all.
Masamune: Wait, you called shotgun.
Fred: Oh, If you want to call this thing in my hand a shotgun, go ahead, McSmartydumbheadfacetard.
Masamune: It is a gun.
Fred: I'm the teacher, I'll tell you what it is.
Masamune: Gimme that.
GORE: No, I'm the player, I hunt.
Fred: What? Player?
GORE: Um... sure. Okay, let's get to hunting! With the shotgun!
Luigi: It only holds eight bullets, GORE.
Masamune: Wait, how do you know?
Luigi: Well, I was looking for M & Ms, and you'd be surprised all the places people keep them...
Fred: Yabba-dabba doo. I'll fish.
GORE: I'll gather.
Luigi: I think I'm getting a fever.
Fred: It doesn't take a turn for the worse until we get moving again, no worries.
(GORE finds four plants)
GORE: What the... yellow? Black? What are these colours?
Fred: At my old school, we used to have to know this so the stupid kid wouldn't kill himself on the molds and plants growing in the classroom. Let's see... If it's a bright colour, it's safe. Like the sun and it's helpful rays.
GORE: Okay! I can take all of them.
Fred: Or something. I'm glad Masa is a doctor. Hey, a puffer fish.
(also also also meanwhile actually just meanwhile) Masa: I thought I was the pirate. Oh well, It's time to... okay, the shotgun didn't kill that bird. Or that buck. Or the rabbit. That rabbit isn't moving, so... one... two... three... four shots... and I can redeem myself with this bear. Nothing. Great. Might as well attack them with a wet noodle.
(suddenly, Masa suffers a serious gun wound(s))
Masa: A serious gun wound(s)! Great.
(However, as they attempt to get back to the car, they don't realize the decepticons are watching them through a polaroid comprised of three guys. THREE! Not even digital. And it turns out such robots are... AMISH!)
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