Team Building Activities, Campground Fight | Abby’s animation story time episode 2On August 12, 2019 by Raul Dinwiddie
EPISODE 2: CAMP OUT I thought you couldn’t meet us on
Friday nights anymore, Betty. Don’t you have dinner with your grandma? It was the weirdest thing. I just asked if maybe we could change that and have
dinner on another night and she said yes. Just like that! Well, my grandma would say no way. She has a
full schedule of bridge, bowling, and Jeopardy. I don’t even think my grandma likes me. Did anyone ever tell you you’re dramatic? Come on, guys. We’re late to meet the boys. Um, have you met them?
None of them even own a watch. Finally! Sorry we’re late. It’s not easy when you’re
wanted in a million places at once! Okay, so what’s this all about anyway Abby? It’s about us. Is it? Yes! It is. What about us? Well, I’ll explain. Okay, Betty. How long have you been having
dinner with your grandma on Friday nights? Um…forever. Right. And then one day you just ask to change that.
You asked for something different. Something better. And did she agree? Well…yeah. Exactly! See? I can’t say I’m following. Me either. You lost me at grandma. Guys! How long have we been
talking about the soccer field and the fact that it doesn’t have
night lights or nice bleachers? Don’t remind me. Very upsetting. Or the fact that our town doesn’t
even have an ice cream shop! Only giant department stores that force all the little stores out. Yeah, like my Grandfather’s old art gallery.
Now there’s a Hal’s Department Store in its place. Or the cracked sidewalks, or the garbage
everywhere. I mean, the list goes on! So, what exactly are you getting at? I’m saying that what Ms. Keebler taught us in class
is exactly what we needed to hear to make a change. I used to think it was a lost cause. That nothing could be done…but now I realize…
we just need to ask. We just need to try! I don’t know Abby. My Dad’s been complaining
about this city since I can remember and I think he would have done
something about it if he could. My parents too. They’re always saying… where
do our taxes go? But nothing ever changes. Well, that’s the thing, guys. Maybe they each
couldn’t do something about it all alone. But we’re not alone. We have each other…
and Ms. Keebler. There’s power in the people! Who’re the people? Us! Ohhhhhh. Gotcha. But how are we going to get
anyone to even listen to us? I haven’t figured that part out yet…but I will. What? What’s wrong? I don’t know…I heard something over there in the bushes. We are in the woods, Betty.
Animals do live here.