The Soggy, Foggy Campout

Hi there, I'm Hank. Here's what you need to know about me: I don't try to make the kids in my class laugh, but somehow I do. Spelling is my worst subject. (Come to think of it, so are math and reading!) I try hard--I really do. So why does my brain always freeze into a Popsicle? When Hank has to write a poem about nature for his homework, he doesn't know where to start. Luckily his family decides to go camping. This will inspire Hank, right? Not so fast--with bugs and animals and a rainstorm, living in the great outdoors is a bit scary! Can Hank help his family survive the night?