In the charmless sequel to Daddy Day Care, two fathers take charge of the dilapidated Camp Driftwood, and try to rejuvenate the children's summer camp in direct competition with the spoiled brats of Camp Canola.

It is an embarrassment, even for Cuba Gooding Jr whose career has been in freefall since he won his Oscar for Jerry Maguire.

The writers trade solely in pratfalls and base humour, whether it be the sickly child who vomits at the most inopportune moments, or the character who blows up the toilet block by setting light to his fart.

Doting fathers Charlie Hinton (Cuba Gooding Jr) and Phil Ryerson (Paul Rae) have built up the Daddy Day Care brand for seven years, letting hyperactive tykes run amok in Charlie's home, under the guise of running a safe and fun day care facility.

They reluctantly take charge of run down Camp Driftwood to prevent the facility from falling into the clutches of Charlie's nemesis Lance Warner (Lochlyn Munro), who runs Camp Canola.

The two men have no idea how to run a camp and after a disastrous first day, Driftwood is left with just seven paying customers, far less than the minimum 30 children specified by the bank to prevent foreclosure.

So Charlie contacts his estranged father, Marine Corps Colonel Buck (Richard Gant), who soon whips the tykes into shape.

When Canola challenges Driftwood to participate in the annual Olympiad, Charlie, Phil and Buck join forces to instil the youngsters, including their sons Ben (Spencir Bridges) and Max (Dallin Boyce), with the self-belief to overcome their privileged rivals.

The plot of Daddy Day Camp unfolds with tiresome predictability, gradually reuniting Charlie and Buck in a mist of mawkish sentiment, and using turning the children's various weaknesses to their advantage.

Gooding Jr and Rae suffer their characters' various sticky mishaps with good grace, concerned only with nurturing and protecting their charges.

Their young co-stars have cuteness in abundance but almost no personality.

The Olympiad sets up the obligatory showdown between the two camps, and yet more sugary father-son bonding that will rot your teeth faster than all the popcorn and candy from the concessions stand.