Jon, Jo and others in “Clever Camp”

(reading) Camp Elysium. Proprietor: Blair Beazley, Ph.D. “Cogito Ergo Sum.”

Blimey, you can say that again, mate.

No, I don’t think I can actually.

What does it mean?

Roughly translated. He who pops first, pops loudest.

I thought I recognized it from somewhere.

I’m sorry, but in what possible is this? A camp?

Where are the tents?

Or the shower blocks?

Or the cow pats? Well, you can’t have a campsite without cow pats. It’d be like having a cheese and pickle sandwich right the pickles.

Or the cheese.

Well, maybe they have a different idea of what camping is here.

I don’t know about you, but when I went away with the 27th flourish of sea scouts, well, we didn’t quite feel the need to bring our own library.

It looks more like a university than a kids camp.

This Beazley about? He does know we are, right? I mean he’s not expecting proper teachers or anything.

No, no, no. Of course not.

You didn’t perchance spin him that old yarn about you being at school of Prince William, did you?

Yeah, like I would.

Don’t worry, Teen. He only uses that line on girls.

Or they guy dog.

I reckon Paul used that line so often. He almost believes it himself.

No, I don’t! Now look. Just go and fetch my case from the car, you nasty little commoner.

Maybe we should think about this for a moment. This place feels really weird.

Rachel, Professor Beazley is offering us 300 a week plus bored.

Didn’t I say “I love weird?”

Where is everybody?

In the hall waiting for the lectures to begin.

Lectures?

Uh-huh. This morning, we’re doing dark matter and wormholes.

Oh, biology. Nice!

No. Astrophysics.

Of course! Astrophysics.

Well, don’t let us keep you. We wouldn’t want you missing the start of your lecture.

Not very likely seeing how we’re the ones giving it.

Welcome to clever camp.

Oh, right. What?