When we last saw the gang, Indy had just bought a new RV and the whole crew decided to all go on a camping trip together. So Indy, along with his wife, Spider-Woman, and their best friends, Captain America and Princess Leia, and Boba Fett and Scarlett, headed off to grab their gear.
Our story picks up with Indy, Spider-Woman, Cap and Leia pulling up to their camping spot in Indy's new RV...
"Awwww YEAH! We're here!" yelled Cap, hanging out of the RV door.
"Oh, what a gorgeous spot!" added Leia as Indy pulled the RV to a stop.
"Aaaahhhhh... Just smell that fresh air," Indy Said, surveying the camp. The air was fresh, the birds singing, the sun was warm, and somewhere off in the distance a moose, or possibly an elk, bellowed its call.
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Cap's sidearm cracked off three rounds.
"What the hell was that?!" Cap yelled, scanning the treeline for Nazis.
"Jeezus, Cap! What is wrong with you?!" Indy yelled. "It was probably just a moose. Or maybe an elk."
"Yeah, Cap," said Spider-Woman, getting up from the ground, where she and everyone else had dropped for cover. "You really need to chill."
"Oh... right... an elk. I thought it sounded like a Nazi." Cap said, calming down and holstering his gun.
"Okay, gang," Indy announced, "Let's get the gear out and camp set up."
Indy started a cook fire, since lunch-time was looming near. Cap got the mountain bikes down, anticipating an exhilarating ride through the surrounding trails, while the girls set up the tables and chairs.
"I don't know why we're bothering with a fire," said Captain America, "These beans are just fine right out of the can."
"Honey," answered Leia, "Forgive us if some of us would like to maintain a modicum of civility during the trip."
"I'm just sayin'," replied Cap, "When I was in WWII, and we were hunkered down in the trenches of bombed-out France..."
"WE KNOW!" interrupted everyone in unison, squelching yet another wistful WWII story.
"Anyway, while you two citified softies," Cap said, gesturing to Indy and Spider-Woman, "rest your dainty little heads in your fancy-pants RV, Leia and I are camping old-school, in a tent, like God intended." Cap looked over his recently built shelter.
"Yeah, well, " Indy replied, "I'm not sure I'd want to be sealed in that portable gas chamber with you tonight after all those uncooked beans you've been eating."
Cap looked down at his almost-empty can of beans, then over at his wife, who rolled her eyes at him, then said, "Yeah, good point."
"Hey," said Spider-Woman, "I hear a vehicle approaching."
"Oh yeah," agreed Leia, "I bet it's Fett and Scarlett!"
And sure enough, with the rumble of a vintage engine, and the crunch of tires on a gravel road, Boba Fett and his wife, Scarlett, drove up to the camp.
"Wooooo-hooooo! Waddup, fools!? Let's get our camp on!" Boba Fett yelled, hanging out of his 1969 Dodge Charger.
"Hey ladies!" Scarlett yelled to her girls, happy to see her best friends again.
"Fett! Welcome to the camp, brother!" Cap said with a big grin.
"Yeah, glad you made it, man," Indy added. "I can't believe you drove that car up here on a camping trip."
"Hey, if you'd spent as much as I did on this sweet ride, you'd drive it as often as possible," Boba replied, eyes sweeping over his bright orange baby.
Indy looked nervously at the four-legged ball of teeth and growls standing by Boba's side. "Oh great, you brought Timber," he said, giving Cap a look.
"Awww, come on," Fett replied, "Timber here is a sweetie! We just have to keep him supplied with lots of raw meet to keep his bites to a minimum."
"Seriously, dude," Cap said, "I think it's weird that you've adopted a dog that belonged to one of your wife's ex-boyfriends."
But Fett just ignored him.
"How was the ride up?" Leia asked Scarlett.
"It was okay," Scarlett replied, "but Boba wouldn't let us listen to anything but Styx, Rush or Journey the entire way up here."
"So, uh..." said Indy, looking over Boba's gear, "Where's your tent?"
"Tents are for punks and cowards!" replied Boba, "We're sleeping under the stars, brother!" he announced, unrolling two sleeping bags onto the grass.
"You know, in WWII," said Cap, "all we had was our bedrolls..."
"WE KNOW!" said Indy and Boba.
The rest of the day was spent in the usual relaxing way that goes along with camping. Indy spent some time in the RV, researching the location of the crypt of King Solomon...
The girl caught some rays on the roof of the RV...
Boba Fett grilled up a little something for Timber while he tried to get cell phone reception...
Captain America got to know some of the local wildlife...
Timber did something stinky in Cap's tent...
And Boba did the same thing on a rock...
Later that afternoon, the guys headed out for a brisk bike ride.
"I feel stupid in this helmet, Cap!' yelled Indy.
"Safety first, chum!" replied Cap.
Boba Fett had a little trouble keeping up.
"Yo! Guys! Wait up! This bike wasn't really made for this kind of terrain!"
Soon the sun set, and after a night of making s'mores and sharing stories (most of Cap's were about WWII), it was time to hunker down for the night.
Boba Fett rolled out the sleeping bags...
Cap roasted a little late-night snack over the fire...
Indy made sure all of the gear and food was secured...
Scarlett showed Spider-Woman how to breakdown, clean and reassemble several types of assault weapons...
And Leia got the tent ready.
"Uh, honey," she called over to Cap, "there's something stinky in here..."
Soon it was time to go to bed.
"G'nite, babe, "said Scarlett.
"Nite, hon, " replied Boba Fett.
"Zzzzzzzzzzzzz," added Timber.
"Did you have fun?" asked Leia to her husband.
"Oh yeah," said Cap, "Camping like this reminds me of the time in WWII when me and the boys..."
"I know, honey," Leia interrupted, laying her head down for the night.
"Well," Indy said to his wife, snug in their queen sized bed in the RV, "I'd say this camping trip was a big success."
"Absolutely, " Spider-Woman agreed, "Now we just need to do this every weekend for the next 6 years to make the price you paid for this RV worth it."
And with that, our gang fell asleep under the night sky, to the flicker of the fireflies and the chirp of the crickets. As they slept out in the fresh air, stomachs filled with s'mores and skin coated in bug-spray, it was clear, in the quiet of the woods, that all was well...
... or was it...