Apparently, the cast of Wet Hot American Summer got an alterna-youth make over, and took up residency at everyone's favorite shop, Bumsteads. Oh so many great moments - smelling forks, trick tarcks and a raging soundtrack. Not my favorite ever, but it will do. I guess this is what constitutes "cool" these days:
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