One day in Builder Cove. The Crew was just waking up.

Rubble: (yawns) Good morning, crew.

Wheeler: Good morning, Rubble.

Mix: Good morning, Rubble.

But Charger was still sleeping.

Wheeler: Wake up, Charger.

Charger: Huh, what? Oh. Good morning, pups. What are you doing today?

Wheeler: Nothing.

Rubble: Yeah. There's not much to do around here. 

Just then, Rubble felt his stomach growling, and then letted out a little fart cloud.

Rubble: (farts) Excuse me.

Charger: That's okay, Rubble.

But it wasn't just Rubble, the rest of pups did it too.

Charger: (farts) Oops. Sorry.

Mix: What did you two eat? (farts) Or what did I eat?

Wheeler: It's fine. What's the worst that can happen? (farts) Excuse me.

Rubble: I guess whatever we had made us gassy.

Wheeler: But still. What should we do?

Mix: What about camping?

Rubble: That's sounds fun. Mix, you're one smart pup. Let's go and the rest of the family.

They went to tell Grandpa Gravel, Auntie Crane and Motor. They agreed.

Auntie Crane: "Wahoo!". Now a campout sounds like a great idea.

Grandpa Gravel: It sure does.

Motor: Camping. Camping.

Auntie Crane: That's right, Motor. We're going camping.

Grandpa Gravel: Alright, my pups. Go and pack up the things we might need.

Rubble: Okay, Crew. Let's bow wow camp. (Farts)
Excuse me.

Auntie Crane: You okay, Rubble?

Rubble: Yeah. I'm good.

Everyone went to get their things for camping. But Rubble, Charger, Mix, and Wheeler were nervous about farting during the campout.

Rubble: There. I'm all packed.

Mix: Me too.

Wheeler: Me three.

But Charger packed a lot of stuff.

Charger: Me four.

Rubble: Charger. Are you sure you need all that?

Charger: Of course. Always got to be prepared. (farts) Excuse me.

Mix: If you say so. Now let's go.

Rubble: We're ready to go.

Auntie Crane: "Wahoo!". Then let's hit the trail.

They hopped in their trucks and drove off. When they found the perfect camping spot, they unpacked everything and setted them up.

Rubble: Wow. Camping in nature is one of my favorite things to do.

Grandpa Gravel: You said it, Rubble.

Motor: Camping. So much fun. (farts) Excuse me.

Auntie Crane: That's okay, Motor. (Farts) Seriously. That was bad.

But then Rubble's stomach began growling. And so did everyone else's.

Charger: I'm hungry.

Mix: Ooh. Me too.

Grandpa Gravel: Well then. Let's eat.

They all roasted their marshmallows near the fire and enjoyed.

Rubble: Nothing like good old toasty marshmallows.

Wheeler: Yeah. (burps) Excuse me.

They all laughed.

Motor: (yawns) Motor, tired. (farts) Excuse me.

Auntie Crane: (yawns) Well. I guess it's time for bed.

Grandpa Gravel: Yeah. (farts) Excuse me. Well. Good night, pups.

Pups: Good night. (farts)

Rubble: Excuse us. But before we go to sleep, how about a bedtime Wiggle and Wag dance.

Rubble: 🎶We all went camping🎶.

All: 🎶Rubble and Crew🎶.

Rubble: 🎶And it's puptastic🎶.

All: 🎶That's what we do🎶.

All: (farts) (laughs)