One Void Day, Dimentio walked into his bedroom wearing yellow-and-purple nightgown carrying a book and a cup of tea.

"Ah ha ha, finally, the weekend is here. And this isn't just any old weekend," he said to himself, looking at a Magic Quarterly calendar that was hanging on his black wall.

"This is the weekend that Mr. L and O'Chunks go camping. Wouldn't it be great if they got lost in Boo Woods and never came back?"

A thought bubble appeared above his head.

Mr. L and O'Chunks are walking along, with camping gear strapped to their backs. They are seemingly lost.

"O'Chunks, I'm sc—uh, I mean, unsure of our surroundings," Mr. L said quietly.

Dimentio's thought bubble poofed into nothing.

"Ah ha ha, that would be great!" He jumped into his bed. "You've waited a long time for this! A soft bed, warm tea, a good book, and two whole days with no..." He made a mustache appear on his face and imitated Mr. L, saying, "The Green Thunder!"

Just then, he heard the REAL Mr. L say, "THE GREEN THUNDER!!"

"What the...?" Dimentio said. He warped out of bed to the front of the castle. There, he found Mr. L and O'Chunks in a tent with sleeping bags and books, mostly Civil War ones. They were talking about junk.

"Mr. L! Aren't you two supposed to be camping?" Dimentio asked.

"We are camping," Mr. L replied, biting a cookie.

"It's not camping if you're ten feet from your own castle," Dimentio said, pointing to the door, which was ten feet away.

"It don' matter where ya are as long as yur owtdoors! While all dem soft city folk are safe in dare beds readin' books, we're out here, pittin' ourselves against da formidable forces of nature!! You wanna join us?" O'Chunks asked.

"No," said Dimentio.

"Okay. Have fun inside," Mr. L replied.

Dimentio turned and left. Behind him, he could hear Mr. L and O'Chunks talking and giggling again...maybe about the Civil War. A thought striking him, he wheeled around and stuck his head back in their tent.

"What do you mean, 'have fun inside'?" he asked.

"Just...have fun inside! See you tomorrow, Mr.Pleaserofcrowds," Mr. L said, turning back to a book.

"Oh. Bye," Dimentio said and left again. Mr. L and O'Chunks resumed reading. Then Dimentio head shot in again, getting the tent flap all mixed up in his hat, and said, "You little sneak! I see what you're doing!"

"What?" Mr. L asked.

"Don't think I can't see what you're doing!" Dimentio yelled.

"What?" Mr. L asked again, his face furrowed in confusion.

"You're saying I can't take it!" Dimentio said.

"But all I..."

Dimentio held up one of his disembodied hands. "Ah. You're saying I'm soft! You think your little 'have fun inside' challenge is gonna make me come camping with you, but that is never gonna happen! I am DIMENTIO, PLEASER OF CROWDS! And there's no way I'm gonna sit out here all night with you two losers! So, get used to it!" he turned around and shot out of the tent.

"Okay. Have fun inside!" Mr. L called.

Dimentio's head popped in again for the millionth time and this time he yelled so loud that Mr. L and O'Chunks were blasted to the back of the tent. "That's it! I'm in! I'll show you camping!" He teleported back to the castle. His clear ring distorted Mr. L and O'Chunks for a second.

"Dimentio's gonna come camping with us?" Mr. L asked. They walked outside.

Dimentio appeared in front of them with a giant Beedle-reminiscent backpack on.

"Now you'll see how a real...ugh!" his backpack flattened him. He crawled out from underneath and said, "...outdoorsman does it!" He pulled a pouch out of his backpack and said, "Here we are, my remote-controlled, self-assembling tent. Watch and learn."

Mr. L took out a pair of binoculars and O'Chunks took out a notepad and a pair of glasses. Dimentio tossed the pouch into the air and pressed a button on his remote. The power on the remote fizzled and an unassembled pile of tent flopped to the ground.

"That was great, Dimentio, but how do you get inside?" Mr. L asked, sounding fakely dumb.

"Yeah, it's all crushy-lookin'," added O'Chunks.​

"It isn't put up yet, you cherbils!" Dimentio grumbled, fumbling with the tent; he ripped it eventually.

"Customization!" Mr. L declared.

"Genius!" O'Chunks said.

Dimentio beat on the tent with a wooden stake.

"He's tenderizing the ground!" Mr. L observed.

"Of curse!" O'Chunks agreed.

Dimentio was still struggling with the tent, which was practically identical to him.

"Write that down!" Mr. L yelled at O'Chunks. O'Chunks was scribbling things on his notepad, but it was really just a tic-tac-toe game in progress.

Meanwhile, Dimentio kicked the tent as hard as he could with his disembodied foot. It straightened up into a perfectly assembled tent. "Huh? Voila!" Dimentio said, just as the tent collapsed again.

Kicking it away, he said, "But what could compare to just lying under the Void?"

Mr. L and O'Chunks applauded.

"Well, I've worked up an appetite as big as the outdoors. Time for a little grub. I suppose you two are gonna stew some twigs and rocks, right?" he asked.

"Ha. Nope, we've got something even better," Mr. L replied, holding up a bag of green marshmallows that said, 'Marsh King.' He ate one and said, "Mmm...just like the astronauts."

O'Chunks suddenly was wearing a fishbowl like a helmet, and said, "Kkk. O'Chunks ta Mr. L. O'Chunks ta Mr. L. Do ya read me? Over."

Mr. L put on a fishbowl and said, "Kkk. I read you. And I don't play dumb astronaut games. Kkk."

"Kkk. Oh." O'Chunks replied and took off his helmet. Then he ate a green marshmallow and said, "Da deliciousness has landed!"

"Well, you two astronauts can eat bad-for-you marshmallows, but I'm going to eat a can of Swedish Magician Magikarp, just as soon as I get my can opener," Dimentio said, holding up his can.

"But Dimentio, didn't you get your can opener when you came out here with that backpack?" Mr. L asked.

"Why would I bother? We're ten feet from the mansion," Dimentio replied.

"But this is the wilderness! It just doesn't seem to fit the camping spirit," Mr. L said smugly.

"Pretty weenie!" O'Chunks added.

"Alright, give me a marshmallow," Dimentio grumbled, grabbing one. He sat down by their fire and began roasting it lightly. O'Chunks roasted his, too, but it lit on fire. O'Chunks blew it with hurricane force and it flew off his stick and hit Dimentio's mask. An indescribable look passed over his face as O'Chunks lit another marshmallow on fire, blew it, and sent it flying into Dimentio's mask. Mr. L would have busted out laughing, but he could tell Dimentio could barely suppress his unrelenting rage. Dimentio ducked the third marshmallow that came his way, but it boomeranged around and hit the back of his head.

"Okay. Besides spitting molten foodstuffs at me, what else do you two do for fun?" he asked.

"Well, after a long day of camping, how about we unwind with a little music? I call this one, 'The Castle Bleck Song Song,'" Mr. L said. "Let's gather 'round Castle Bleck, and sing our castle song. Our C-A-S-T-L-E-B-L-E-C-K Song Song, and if you don't think that we can sing it faster, then you're wrong, but it'll help if you just sing aloooong!!"

"Bum bum bum!!" O'Chunks sang.

A few rounds of this later...

"It'll heeeeeelp....It'll HEEELP, if you just sing alooooong! OH YEEEAAHH!" scream-sang Mr. L, smashing his ukulele like a guitar at the end of a solo.

"Ah, now wasn't that relaxing?" he asked.

"No! THIS is relaxing," Dimentio said, pulling out an ocarina and playing 'Dimentio, Charming Magician.'

Mr. L and O'Chunks looked alarmed. "I'll save ya, Dimentio!" yelled O'Chunks. He slingshotted a marshmallow at Dimentio's ocarina. It flew into one of the holes and got stuck in Dimentio's throat.

Mr. L came over. "That's it, chew, chew, chew, and swallow. Better?"

"Better?! I was just fine until he lodged that ballistic junk food in my windpipe!!" yelled Dimentio.

"But he had to! It's dangerous to play the ocarina badly out here in the wilderness! It might attract...a Void bear," Mr. L said mystically.

"A Void bear? You mean like the ones that...DON'T EXIST!!??" Dimentio yelled, calmly at first, but madly at second.

"What are you saying?" Mr. L asked.

"There's no such thing! They're just a myth."

"Oh no, Dimentio, Void bears are all too real. It says so in the Flipside Inquirer," Mr. L replied, holding up a cheesy tabloid newspaper.

Dimentio read the cover story. "I Married a Void Bear?!"

"Yeh! And Fake Magic Monthly!" O'Chunks said, holding up a newspaper.

"'Void Bears and Fairy Tales are Real'? Please! That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard," Dimentio said.

"Yeh, well, maybe it is stupid, but it also be dumb!" O'Chunks replied.

"O'Chunks is right, Dimentio. Void bears are no laughing matter. Why, once I met this guy who knew this guy who knew this guy who knew this guy who knew this guy who knew this guy who knew this guy who knew this guy who knew this guy who knew this guy who knew this guy who knew this guy's cousin..."

"You're right! I should be more careful. In fact, why don't you tell me all the things I shouldn't do if I want to keep the Void bears away?"

"Okay, that's easy. First off, don't play the ocarina," Mr. L said.

"Okay. Then what?" Dimentio asked.

"Never wave your flashlight back and forth really fast."

"Flashlights are dare natural prey," O'Chunks explained.

"You're kidding," Dimentio said blandly.

"Don't stomp around. They take that as a challenge," Mr. L said.

"Yeah," added O'Chunks.

Dimentio wrote on a notepad and said, "Go on."

"Don't ever eat cheese," Mr. L said.

"Sliced or cubed?" Dimentio asked.

"Cubed. Sliced is fine," Mr. L said after whispering with O'Chunks.

"Yeah, yeah, and?" Dimentio urged.

"Never wear a sombrero..." Mr. L said.

"...in a goofy fasheeon!" O'Chunks finished.

"Or clown shoes," Mr. L added.

"Or a hoop skirt," O'Chunks added more.

"And never, ever, ever..."

"Screech like a Donkey Kong!" they yelled together.

"Wow! That's amazing how many things can set a Void bear off!" Dimentio marveled fakely.

Mr. L and O'Chunks huddled together, shivering. "They're horrible!"

"And...and suddenly I have the sense we're all in danger," Dimentio said.

"Why?" they both asked.

"I don't know..." Dimentio said, snapping his fingers. A flashlight, hoop skirt, and tray of cubed cheese appeared...his hat and shoes seemed to fit the bill already. "...just a feeling!"

"No," Mr. L said, horrified.

"Yes," Dimentio replied.

"No," Mr. L repeated.

Dimentio began making DK noises and waving his flashlight around while stomping.

"Dimentio, please don't!" Mr. L and O'Chunks yelled.

"Mr. L, whadda we do? A Void bear's sure to come an' eat us!" O'Chunks said.

"Don't worry, O'Chunks. I'll draw us an anti-Void-bear circle in the dirt," Mr. L replied. Grabbing a stick, he drew a circle around them.

"Good thinkin'! All da experts say it's da only defense against a Void bear attack!" O'Chunks recalled.

"Ah ha ha! You guys are so gullible. See? I did everything that attracts a Void bear, and nothing happened. If Void bears really exist, why didn't one show up?"

"Maybe it's because you're not wearing your hat in a goofy fashion," Mr. L suggested.

"Oh, pfft. Sorry, how silly of me. Like this?" Dimentio asked, scooting his hat to the right. Something grabbed it shortly after and turned it upside-down instead.

"No. Like that," said Mr. L.

Dimentio turned to see a Void bear floating there. It was basically a purple mass with paws and a bear head sticking out. It grabbed Dimentio and began mauling him. Mr. L and O'Chunks huddled inside their circle watching the horrific display.

"Dimentio, are you okay?" Mr. L asked.

"No," said Dimentio, looking bruised and battered.

"Quick! Jump inside our anti-Void-bear circle before he comes back!" Mr. L advised.

"Yeh. Void bears often attack more den once," O'Chunks added.

"Are you crazy? A dirt circle won't stop that monster. I'm running for my life!" Dimentio yelled, floating off.

"No!" they both yelled.

The Void bear came back and mauled Dimentio again.

"Don't run! Void bears hate that!" Mr. L called.

"Thanks for the tip. I guess I'll just limp back to the castle, then," Dimentio replied.

"No!" they both yelled.

The Void bear came back and resumed mauling Dimentio.

"They hate limping more than running!" Mr. L called.

"Well, I guess I'll just have-"

Dimentio was cut off when the Void bear mauled him again.

"I should have warned you about crawling," Mr. L said.

The Void bear mauled Dimentio again.

"What did I do that time?" Dimentio asked.

"I don't know. I guess he just doesn't like you," Mr. L observed.

"Pretend tuh be somebodee else!" O'Chunks called.

"Here, draw a circle," Mr. L said, tossing Dimentio a stick.

Dimentio drew a circle but the Void bear mauled him again.

"That was an oval. It has to be a circle!" Mr. L yelled.

Dimentio floated over to them and jumped on top of their heads. The Void bear came to a stop, sniffed the circle, pointed a threatening claw at Dimentio, and then left.

"Hey, it worked! You guys saved my life!" Dimentio gasped. Everyone cheered hooray.

"Yeah, I'm glad it was just a Void bear. This circle would never hold back a Void rhinoceros!"

"What attracts them?" Dimentio asked, straightening his hat.

"Da sound of a Void bear attack," replied O'Chunks.

A Void rhinoceros appeared, snorting.

"Heh. Good thing we're all wearing our anti-Void-rhinoceros undergarments, heh heh. Right, Dimentio?"

"Huh?"