Fade into South, Alexis, Donut, Simmons, Sarge, Grif, Lopez, and Caboose. Everyone, except Ash standing outside the Red Base by the Warthog and Alexis's motorcycle.
South: "Alright. Theta managed to lock in the coordinates to our HUDs and the warthog. So we should be set."
Sarge: "Ok. Team, get these water cans cleaned up while we're gone. How much water do you need to drink, Donut?"
Donut: "I was in a desert! Don't judge me."
Grif: "Maybe we should learn from that and bring some water ourselves."
Alexis: "Already done."
Sarge: "Nonsense. It'll just slow us down."
Grif: "Slow us down more than dehydration? Or death... by dehydration?"
Sarge: "I don't know, smartass. Let's say we try! I'll kill you, and then I'll dry you out! Who wants Grif-Jerky?"
Caboose: "Ah, no thanks, we already had donuts for breakfast."
Grif/Wade: "...Wait, what?"
Sarge: "All right, let's get going. Everybody packed?"
South: Ready to go."
Alexis: "Same here."
Caboose: "Yep."
Shadow: "Where's your stuff Caboose?"
Caboose: "Oh, I only carry a washcloth and six toothbrushes."
Grif: "I'm gonna assume that makes sense to you."
Caboose: "Yeah, it does."
Grif: "Yeah, I thought so. We'll just go ahead and leave that one alone."
South: "Agreed."
Cut to a large pile of luggage.
Sarge: "Grif! Why'd you pack so much?"
Grif: "Me? I only did one duffle."
Sarge: "Well, what are all these cases?"
Donut: "Those are mine!"
Sarge: "Donut, you're going with us?"
Donut: No, but I wasn't gonna let you guys have all the packing fun to yourselves! That's the best part about going on vacation. I mean, beside airport security's full-cavity search—
Grif: "Time to go!" (heads towards the jeep)
Sarge: "Lopez, I want you, Wade and Shadow to take good care of Simmons and Donut while we're gone."
Lopez: "¿Nosotros?" [Us?]
Sarge: "Feed them every day."
Lopez: "¿Comen Sin Plomo, o Súper Sin Plomo?" [Do they eat Unleaded? Or Super Unleaded?]
Sarge: "Exactly. And don't forget to let them out in the yard every now and then."
Donut: "I love yard-time—"
Simmons: "Goodbye!"
Sarge: "If we don't make it back from the mission, bury me and Grif as far away as possible. I don't want to get any corpse cooties."
Grif: "Why do you assume I'll be dead?"
Silence.
Grif: "...Never mind."
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