Hot Air Balloowned

My parents and i were planning a camping trip to Arizona with some other weird people. I was leaving a day earlier for some reason, and i was worried that i might not be able to find them. I asked my mom to show me where we were going on the map, and she pointed to the far southeast corner of Arizona where the map said "Tulane." Apparently, everything worked out because the next thing i knew was we were all at the camping place. I was a little put off by how much stuff the other people had brought because i thought we were only supposed to be there for a day or two, and they looked prepared to be there for weeks. There were some people that we believed to be bad people coming down on us in a hot-air balloon surrounded by black smoke. We sent a bunch of birds up to attack them, but then 4 crows came to attack our birds. We watched as our birds fell out of the sky one after another. Once the smoke cleared, there was only one or two of our birds left, and i finally realized what they were doing. They had pecked away all of the sandbags in the balloon so that the balloon would just float away into oblivion. I guess we were in a balloon of our own, and there was a chick who was with us that was hanging off the side. The old guy with us thought that she should sacrifice herself and fall to her death, so i was worried that he was going to do something about it, but he didn't, so the other guy and i were able to pull her back aboard. Afterward, the guy asked me to get him a beer, but i didn't know where they were. I found a cooler filled with Orange slices.