Let's Gather 'Round the Campfire and Sing Our Campfire Song

[employeeoftheyear]

[Well last week Spongebob decided that the Wizard was nothing but a big fucker and everything was all his fault so he is going to kick his "Boost the moral of his friends" scheme into overdrive to rub it in the Wizard's stupid face.

Around the school on Monday, there will be Spongebob's huge mass of fliers again, this time for some sort of camp out.]


Spongebob Squarepants Crazy Camping Party!!!
Come to the edge of the forest on Monday at 5 pm for a whole night of roasting marshmallows, telling Spoooooky stories, and sleeping under the stars!
Don't worry if it rains, we can always bring the camp inside!

Attendance is MANDATORY!!! I will come find you if you don't attend.

[And he absolutely means it.

Even though there are no stars, it's a comfortable evening with no real signs of rain, and Spongebob's managed to set up a cozy Spongebob set out a bunch of blankets, towels, and pillows around a cozy campfire. There are plenty of food you'd normally see at a camp out, including smores! Spongebob seems to have gone all out and brought in practically every kind of candy from the kitchen, so have fun with the sugar rush!]

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[brokeforgood]

A tiny square of deliciousness! [Farrah's made it too, so it's extra weird looking.]

It's a s'more. Camping tradition! Eat it, before Ruddiger realizes I've got another one.

[barberic]

[He takes it, because she's telling him to, and takes a bite with the enthusiasm of a dad being presented with something his toddler fished out of her pocket. Farrah, however, is not an infant, so he actually has to eat it instead of just going "mmm num num num."

He eats half of it in one bite, and goes on a probably entertaining facial journey as he struggles through the texture differences and the explosion of sugar in his mouth.]

It's-- [He swallows, then licks his lips.] ...Very sticky. [He struggles through the other half. For her.] Why is it so sticky?

[brokeforgood]

It's the melty marshmallow goo! [She... Does not know enough to be more technical on this one. But she's looking awfully pleased with herself, even if he is partially just placating her.] See the bag over there full of marshmallows? That's why we've been putting 'em on sticks in the fire. You get them real hot, and they start to get all good and gooey, and that's what keeps the graham crackers and the chocolate and everything together.

Normally, it's less messy right after you make it, but I had to bring it over here. [She's wiping her sticky hands off on her legs, the very image of grace and maturity.]

[barberic]

[Getting through the second half results in a couple of faces about equivalent to putting peanut butter on the roof of a dog's mouth, but he has to concede that when you get past the overwhelming sugar and texture, the flavors aren't mismatched.]

Thank you for teaching me about something new. [He gives her a genuine smile.] I'm glad I can say I've had the experience.

Is it a common tradition in America?