Transcript:
Moonbeam: Welcome to Camp Awannagohome! I'm your counselor. You can call me Moonbeam.
Michael: This is summer camp, right?
Gabby: Summer of 1968, apparently.
Moonbeam: Let's get each of you settled into your cabins.
Gabby: What, no communal yurt?
i was 15, we had a counselor who told us to borrow her copy of our bodies ourselves whenever we wanted. also, classic advice, never get a hickey anywhere your mother can see it.