Red Vs Blue, & there's Magenta: Season Eleven

Chapter 8 The Grass is Greener, The Blues are Bluer

The core Blues and Ruby were outside doing their training. Caboose did a squat before turning to his robot.

Caboose: Do it, do it Freckles, go down. Like this. *squats*

Freckles mimicked him.

Caboose: Yes. Yes! That's a good Freckles! Thats- yes! Tucker! Yes! Did you see this? Freckles did a squat!

Meanwhile, Tucker too was doing a squat, Ruby doing so as well. However, she was facing him in order to ensure he would view things he was not supposed to.

Tucker: Great, now teach him to fetch. And then throw a stick off a cliff.

Caboose: Oh, he knows how to fetch. Freckles! Freckles! Get the ball!

He threw it-

Freckles: Acquiring target.

-and Freckles shot it out of the sky with his turrets! The Aqua Soldier and Magenta Girl froze with wide eyes.

Ruby: Okay! Let's not do that again!

Caboose: Um, yeah. . . See that- that was just. . . that was just poor phrasing on my part. Rally. I mean, I was just. . . I think I was just grammatically. . . it was grammatically incorrect. So.

As they continued their training, Grif and Simmons arrived to observe them from afar, taking cover behind a rock.

Grif: Okay, we made it.

Simmons: Yeah.

Grif/Simmons: . . . . .

Simmons: So uh, what do we do now?

Grif: I guess we just. . . watch 'em?

Simmons: . . . Pshhh. *bored clicking noises* Sooo, this is a waste of time right? I mean, they're not actually plotting anything.

Grif: I don't know man, but watching two dudes exercise is making me feel really weird. Then again, Ruby's there sooooooo. . .

Unlike Tucker, they could view things they were not supposed to from their angle.

Simmons: B-B-B-But- she'll kill us if she founds out we're looking! Besides, this isn't getting us anywhere.

Grif: Well, why don't you just ask them what they're up to?

Simmons: What? And blow our cover?

Grif: What do we look like, Seal Team Six? Who gives a shit, dude? You already said they're not up to anything.

Simmons: What about the robot? And the fact that you were checking our Ruby's ass?

Grif: Oh. Yeah.

Simmons: See? We need to strategize.

Grif: Okay fine, how do we want to do this?

Simmons: Oh, we could do like a sort of good cop/bad cop thing.

Grif: What if we act casual, like we're just shootin' the shit or something?

Simmons: Maybe, if we go in guns blazing, we can intimidate them into telling us what we want.