Scenario: My trusty companion and I hike four hours to a remote campsite to find that it’s been overtaken by a Boy Scout expedition.
Characters: Group of 14-to-17-year-old boys whose food has just been stolen by enterprising raccoons.
Boy 1: They got everything, the marshmallows, the beef jerky, everything.
Boy 2: How did they get into my pack? Raccoons know how to work zippers now?
Boy 3: They took the last bag of Rasinettes!
Boy 4: Forget the Rasinettes, dude. (mock serious voice) They took the last of the plutonium.