Chaos Contained at Camp

WAIT! HOW DID WE GET HERE!?

-FLASH BACK-

Several hours earlier.

Chaos was reining at Camp.

The election continued to grow more and more (predictably) out of hand.

As more...

And more candidates announced...

The more chaotic it gets.

And what Chaos is this!?

Oh, wait. That's just our new fishing shed. That's not Chaos. We like that a lot.

But where did the Wishing Well go!? That is Chaos, and we don't like it a lot!

And I don't think we'll ever find it.

IN ADDITION!

There was even more Chaos too chaotic for pictures, like ALL counselors swapping identities (and jobs) for an afternoon, and a strange celebration of National Cat Day, and various other things!

(We also raised the temperature and humidity to ridiculous levels. For Chaos purposes, of course.)

Also, we just forgot to have the camera around.

Which is a kind of Chaos in itself.

But when it all got to be JUST TOO MUCH, it was time to convene our infamous Anti-Chaos Tribunal, The Kangaroo Court.

Court is in session.

And here comes the Judge.

Our very own Chaos (Chow-se) expert, the Evil Doctor Husqvaaarna.

Well, he'll be the judge if he can just get...

His rowboat to go the right direction.

All right. NOW, court is in session.

Counselors are tried for their pranks against the Camp...

Evidence is given...

Relatively weak defenses are made on their behalf...

The Jury deliberates...

And as always,

They're found guilty of crimes of Camp Chaos, every time.

And so went ALL the trials...

Counselor...

After...

Counselor...

Found guilty...

For their pranks against the campers.

Our poor, innocent campers!

Yes, we found the guiltiest, prankiest...

Members of our counselor staff...

Until we had eight, the exact number we need to run the Chaos Curing Machine.

Oh no. Not the machine.

What cures Chaos?

Ice cream on the head helps.

So does...

Shaving cream...

And then some popcorn. And then some more ice cream.

What about eggs? Sure, eggs help. Why not.

Who thinks being made into a birthday cake cures Chaos?

Everyone. Clearly.

What gross thing is happening out here in the woods!?

Unsure.

But it looks fun.

But also, it was HOT. Remember!?

So we had a mister. For mister breaks.

How good were mister breaks?

This good.

It also cures Chaos to be made into a snail. 

For obvious reasons.

Not all cures were gross though! Some were colorful.

But unfortunately...

Those colorful cures...

Just wound up...

All over our counselors as well.

Our counselors!

Who were... 

Having a great time...

Curing the Chaos...

And were just...

Happy to help...

Any way they could.

Mister break!

Goodness, we like those mister breaks. 

Back to the machine. Time for the Gunk Hat.

Oh no. What's the Gunk Hat? (Pretty much what you think.)

Contents of the Gunk Hat...

Are proprietary. Please don't attempt to steal the ingredients...

To run your own Chaos machine at home.

Contents go in the hat.

Hat goes on the head.

And that, ladies and gentlemen...

Is the Gunk Hat.

And these are the faces...

That happen when you're watching the Gunk Hat.

And how did we decide...

Which parts of the machine to subject which counselors to?

Why, the Wheel of Chaos of course.

(Yes, it's usually the Wheel of Prizes for Golden Broom.

But we're finding ways to work the wheel into everything this summer.)

And finally, 

When all the counselors...

Were properly chaosed...

We returned to Lakeside...

And learned exactly how this Chaos Curing Machine works.

You see, before the machine...

The Chaos was all over Camp, in little bits and pieces.

Now, the machine has caught all that Chaos on Camp...

And trapped...

And concentrated it...

In one place:

All over...

Our counselors.

(By the way. These are Camp Counselor recruitment photos if I've ever seen them.)

 

So we took all the Chaos we caught...

And got rid of it...

The only way we know how.

By dunking it...

Right into the curing...

And therapeutic...

Waters of Lake Shawanni.

So out they all paddled...

As the Camp...

Cheered them on.

And in they lept...

Until all were in the Lake...

And none were left in the boats...

And Camp was washed free...

Of all its Chaos, yet again.

As it almost always is, by late on a Friday afternoon.