input: TEXT: (Theme music playing) (Campers clamoring) (Panting) (Sighing) Emma: Excuse me, sir. Can you have these delivered to my room? Gladys: Geez! You don't shave your legs for one month, and suddenly you're a "sir." Emma: I haven't even looked at your legs yet. Ravi Ross, a pleasure. Ravi: You must be Ms. Gladys, the proprietor. Thank you for letting Mrs. Kipling come to camp. (Mrs. Kipling groaning) I assure you, the odds of her eating any campers are very remote. Zuri: I would still hide the bite-size kids. (Mrs. Kipling groaning) Gladys: Aren't there supposed to be four of you? Zuri: Our brother, Luke, got stuck in summer school. Probably because he can't spell either of those words. Gladys: Check cleared, don't care. Sign in with my niece. (Campers cheering) Hazel, these are the Rosses. I met your parents right here when we were 16. Your dad was a stone-cold fox. (Growling) Zuri: Could've gone my whole life without hearing that. Hazel: My aunt's always talking about your mom. (Chuckles) She hates her. Gladys: With every bone in my body, including my artificial hip. I loved your father, but your mom stole him from me. Plus the title of "Best Counselor," and any chance I ever had at having a happy life! Emma: No offense, but you guys are the worst welcoming committee ever. Note to self, start digging escape tunnel tonight. Gladys: By the way, phones aren't allowed at camp. Hand it over. Emma: (Scoffing) No! Back off, mister! [SCENE_BREAK] [ INT. Woodchuck Cabin ] Emma: Oh! Tiffany: (Shushing) I'm studying for the national spelling bee! If I don't win, my mom won't let me come home. My brother lost last year, and I have
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output: The Rosses arrive at Camp Kikiwaka. The camp's owner Gladys, seems to be even scarier than a legendary creature that stalk the camp. With the help of her niece Hazel Heidi, the two are out to get the Ross kids, due to an old rivalry with Christina Ross.