Brooke meets her fellow counselors

"Hi, everybody," said Montana as she pulled Brooke on board the Winnebago. "This is my new friend Brooke. Brooke, these are my friends Sharona, Roxanne and Rio. I was going to invite my friend Billie Jean to come along as well but she couldn't find a sitter."

"Okay," said Brooke, still half-asleep after her long night of continually interrupted slumber. "I hope you all don't mind me. I had quite a restless night."

"That's okay," said Roxanne as she smoothed out her red dress and fussed with her red hair. "I stay up late a lot of nights as well."

"I hope things go better at this camp than some other places I've heard about," said Sharona as she combed out her dark hair. "A cousin of mine once worked at some place in New Jersey called Camp Crystal Lake and you wouldn't believe the type of stuff that happened there."

"Oh, that's nothing," said blonde-haired Rio as she added some cherry ice-cream-flavored lip gloss to her lips. "A friend of mine once lived in Haddonfield, Illinois, and you'd be surprised at the type of stuff that went on over there."

"Well, thank God Camp Morningwood sounds like a such normal place," said Roxanne.

"I don't know," said Rio. "I've heard a lot of weird things about the current owner."

"They couldn't have been that weird," said Montana. "Otherwise, you wouldn't be here."

"Yes, that's true," said Rio. "But then again I could use the money. Anyway, from what I hear, the owner Margaret Booth has a tendency to be a bit of a control freak."

"Most of my bosses have been like that," said Sharona. "That's one reason I change jobs so often."

"Yes, but I mean she is really, really very much of a control freak," said Rio. "Always quoting the Bible and going on and on about sins of the flesh. Something tells me it's going to be a lot of fun working for her."

"Well, it could be worse," said Roxanne. "At least we don't have to worry about Mr. Bo Jingles."

"Who's Mr. Bo Jingles?" asked Brooke in spite of herself.

"A famous serial stripper," said Montana. "Worked at Camp Morningwood back in the 1970s as a simple handyman. Then one day he went berserk and stripped five camp counselors. Almost stripped Margaret Booth as well but she managed to rescue herself at the last minute. That's probably why she's so obsessed with modesty. Anyway, the police arrested him and stuck him in the local cracker factory."

"Cracker factory?" asked Brooke.

"She means mental hospital," said Roxanne. "Mr. Bo Jingles has been in a mental hospital for about fourteen years."

"Oh, no!" said Brooke. "Any chance he'd get out?"

"Of course not," said Roxanne. "You'd be more likely to see that Richard Ramirez fellow than Mr. Bo Jingles."

"Oh, great," said Brooke, thinking about her dreams of the previous night.

Then Brooke closed her eyes and tried to take a nap.

"Anyway, I can't wait to get to the camp and slip into a nice bikini," said Montana. "How about you, Brooke?"

Brooke's only answer was a loud snore.