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June 4, 2009 (At the airport) Judy: I’m so excited. This is my first time in the U.S. Camp Na-Jee-Wa here we come! Charlie: This is my first time on a plane. Let me see…do we have everything…passports, visas…I’ve very nervous! Ginger: Don’t be nervous. We’re all going to be together at camp. We’re going to be great campers! Jessie: The activities at this camp are really great. I’m really looking forward to the water sports. I’ve never gone scuba diving or jet skiing. Ginger: You must be a good swimmer. I like boats, Canoeing and kayaking. You can relax and paddle your boat for hours. Can you windsurf? Jessie: A little bit. You have to practice a lot before you get good. Charlie: I’m really looking forward to “tubing” on the Delaware River. You spend hours sitting in a tire floating down the river. You can go for ten miles or more! I brought my own tube! Look! Jessie: What’s that? Charlie: A sandwich. Mother made it in case I get hungry. Jessie: I thought I smelt something…I already ate, but I got a box of chocolate before I left home. Ginger: Look! It’s “check-in” time. Let’s check our baggage and get our boarding passes… Charlie: Oh, my goodness!! Look! That big, fat boy is getting our plane! How can the plane fly with such a fat person? I’m going to tell him to get off the plane! Judy: Don’t Charlie! You know one day you’re going to pay for being mean to people, especially fat people. Charlie: O.K. O.K. I hope I don’t have to sit next to him. He’ll crush me! I think he needs two seats! And he’s disgusting… He has gum in his hair. Jessie: Judy’s right. Don’t be cruel to people with issues or it will come back to haunt you! Ginger…you too! Charlie: Ahhhhhh! Ahhhh! I can’t believe it! I have to sit next to the fat boy. I have to sit next to a hippo. Ginger: Be quiet of the fat boy will hear you. Buckle your seat belt. We’re getting ready to take off. Charlie: Ahhhhhh! I knew it. I have to use the bathroom and I can’t get passed the fat boy. Now I’m sorry I drank that big coke. I think he’s sleeping already! I feel like a prisoner! This is an emergency! Excuse me… Excuse me… Hey!!! EXCUSE ME !!! Fat Boy: Huh?… what??? What’s the matter? Charlie: Could you let me pass, please? Fat Boy: What?
Charlie: The bathroom!! The bathroom!!
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