"Turn on that radio as loud as it can go. Gotta dance until my feet can't feel the...

Shane Gray: [singing alone by a canoe] "Turn on that radio as loud as it can go. Gotta dance until my feet can't feel the ground." Mitchie Torres: [Mitchie walks up] So, uh, does your voice sound better over here? Shane Gray: Why don't we get in one of these things and you can tell me? Mitchie Torres: [out on the lake, Mitchie is laughing as she and Shane are going in circles with the canoe] Really? Shane Gray: Yeah. It was awesome. Mitchie Torres: [laughing] Yeah. I don't think we're doing this right. Shane Gray: What? You don't like going in circles? Mitchie Torres: So, have you found you're special girl yet? Shane Gray: Why, are you jealous? Mitchie Torres: Jerk. Shane Gray: Hey, being a jerk is a part of the rock star image. Mitchie Torres: Keeping up an image can be tiring. Shane Gray: But it keeps the posers away. I never know if people are hanging with me for the free stuff or for the parties. Mitchie Torres: Oh, definitely the free stuff. Shane Gray: Funny. Mitchie Torres: Come on, I know you're really not a jerk. I mean you're helping Andy with his dancing, and those screaming girls seem to like you. Shane Gray: Which brings me back to the whole jealous thing. Mitchie Torres: I take that back. You are a jerk. Shane Gray: It must be the same for you too, huh? Mitchie Torres: What? Shane Gray: Because of your mom and her job at Hot Tunes. People probably are always fake around you. Mitchie Torres: Uh, yeah. Right. Totally. Shane Gray: You know, it's nice talking to someone who gets it. Mitchie Torres: Yeah. Me, too.

FINAL JAM PREP -I don't know why this is so fascinating. -I don't think you're doing that right. -Wait. Look, I'm a pro. -Don't get it in my macaroni. I'm sure they have it! Okay, she has officiaIIy Iost it. No, I didn't Iose anything. You guys stoIe it. -What? -What's going on here? Tess thinks that Mitchie and CaitIyn stoIe her charm braceIet. BOTH: What? I'm sorry, Brown, but these girIs wouId never do such a thing. Yeah. Look, Iet's just settIe this, right? But... I know it was her. She was Iying aII summer about who she is. Who knows what eIse she'd Iie about? -Now, wait a minute. -Mom, don't. If she wants to Iook, Iet her. This is stupid. Okay, Iook, Iet me just scope this out, and then I'II have a quick Iook in your cabin. Right? -Fine. -Whatever. You're not gonna find anything, 'cause I didn't... That's it. That is my charm braceIet. There's gotta be some mistake. Like what? I snuck into the kitchen and... Tess, I got this. AII right? I am totaIIy wigged-out. Yeah. So are we. I'm not. WeII, ruIes are ruIes, and since it's the end of camp, I have no choice. I've gotta ban you guys from the rest of camp activities, untiI the end of FinaI Jam. We didn't do anything. She's Iying. -Do you have any proof? -No, but... WeII, then I'm sorry. My hands are tied. UntiI the end of FinaI Jam. Camper mates, and matettes, I am hoIding the Iineup for FinaI Jam. I am gonna pin it up on the waII. Let me get out of the room before you aII come and have a Iook at it. AII right! Goodness me. This is so not fair. I know. Guess who? Dude, you're in the room. I can see you. I can see you, too, man. I've missed you. Group hug. Much better. It hasn't been the same just hugging Nate. Yeah, it hasn't been. So, good news.