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  "writing": "One day in Bark Yard of Builder Cove, The Crew was just waking up.\n\nRubble: (yawns) Good morning, crew.\n\nWheeler: Good morning, Rubble.\n\nMix: Good morning, Rubble.\n\nBut Charger was still sleeping.\n\nWheeler: Wake up, Charger.\n\nCharger: Huh, what? Oh. Good morning, pups. What are you doing today?\n\nWheeler: Nothing.\n\nRubble: Yeah. There's not much to do around here. \n\nJust then, Rubble felt his stomach growling, and then let out a little fart cloud.\n\nRubble: (farts) Excuse me.\n\nCharger: That's okay, Rubble.\n\nBut it wasn't just Rubble, the rest of pups did it too.\n\nCharger: (farts) Oops. Sorry.\n\nMix: What did you two eat? (farts) Or what did I eat?\n\nWheeler: It's fine. What's the worst that can happen? (farts) Excuse me.\n\nRubble: I guess whatever we had made us gassy.\n\nWheeler: But still. What should we do?\n\nMix: What about camping?\n\nRubble: That's sounds fun. Mix, you're one smart pup. Let's go and the rest of the family.\n\nThey went to tell Grandpa Gravel, Auntie Crane and Motor. They agreed.\n\nAuntie Crane: \"Wahoo!\". Now a campout sounds like a great idea.\n\nGrandpa Gravel: It sure does.\n\nMotor: Camping. Camping.\n\nAuntie Crane: That's right, Motor. We're going camping.\n\nGrandpa Gravel: Alright, my pups. Go and pack up the things we might need.\n\nRubble: Okay, Crew. Let's bow wow camp. (Farts)\nExcuse me.\n\nAuntie Crane: You okay, Rubble?\n\nRubble: Yeah. I'm good.\n\nEveryone went to get their things for camping. But Rubble, Charger, Mix, and Wheeler were nervous about farting during the campout.\n\nRubble: There. I'm all packed.\n\nMix: Me too.\n\nWheeler: Me three.\n\nBut Charger packed a lot of stuff.\n\nCharger: Me four.\n\nRubble: Charger. Are you sure you need all that?\n\nCharger: Of course. Always got to be prepared. (farts) Excuse me.\n\nMix: If you say so. Now let's go.\n\nRubble: We're ready to go.\n\nAuntie Crane: \"Wahoo!\". Then let's hit the trail.\n\nThey hopped in their trucks and drove off. When they found the perfect camping spot, they unpacked everything and setted them up.\n\nRubble: Wow. Camping in nature is one of my favorite things to do.\n\nGrandpa Gravel: You said it, Rubble.\n\nMotor: Camping. So much fun. (farts) Excuse me.\n\nAuntie Crane: That's okay, Motor. (Farts) Seriously. That was bad.\n\nBut then Rubble's stomach began growling. And so did everyone else's.\n\nCharger: I'm hungry.\n\nMix: Ooh. Me too.\n\nGrandpa Gravel: Well then. Let's eat.\n\nThey all roasted their marshmallows near the fire and enjoyed.\n\nRubble: Nothing like good old toasty marshmallows.\n\nWheeler: Yeah. (burps) Excuse me.\n\nThey all laughed.\n\nMotor: (yawns) Motor, tired. (farts) Excuse me.\n\nAuntie Crane: (yawns) Well. I guess it's time for bed.\n\nGrandpa Gravel: Yeah. (farts) Excuse me. Well. Good night, pups.\n\nPups: Good night. (farts)\n\nRubble: Excuse us. But before we go to sleep, how about a bedtime Wiggle and Wag dance.\n\nRubble: 🎶We all went camping🎶.\n\nAll: 🎶Rubble and Crew🎶.\n\nRubble: 🎶And it's puptastic🎶.\n\nAll: 🎶That's what we do🎶.\n\nAll: (farts) (laughs)"
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