Back at the janitor's closet, Rick and Simmons are standing in front of one of the teleporters working on it.
Simmons: Okay, let's see, if you wire this thing into that... maybe you could signal boost on that thing there... that just might work.
Rick: ...Huh. That's actually right. I thought you Reds were all dumb as rocks.
Simmons: Nah, that's Grif's job.
The teleporter then shows, Sarge and Caboose shooting at something.
Sarge: Caboose, Caboose, keep them away from me! Get that one. And that one. No no, the one with the limp! Get 'im!
Simmons: Sarge, is that you?
Caboose: I don't want to kill... but... I don't want to die even more.
Rick: Caboose! Can you hear me?
Caboose: Yes, I heard you, Sergeant.
Sarge: I didn't say anything, numbnuts.
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We cut over to Battle Creek.
Sarge: Caboose, we have to break this neverending cycle of attack and retaliation, either by A) convincing the two sides to live in peace, or B) by getting ourselves completely involved, and kicking some serious ass! I vote B.
Caboose: I have a plan Sergeant, but we will have to move quick. Listen: (Whispering) whisper whisper whisper. Do you think that will work?
Sarge: That's your plan? All you said was "whisper whisper whisper."
Caboose: I know. I just wanted to be the one with the plan for once.
Sarge: Hgggh, come on. I have an idea.
-----meanwhile, somewhere else in the galaxy-----
In another base, a soldier names Phil is complaining to himself.
Phil: This sucks man. I have to do everything around here. "Go guard the wall, Phil." "Go paint the jeep Phil." "Go do everything Phil." This sucks.
Unaware to Phil, that Freelancer Agent Wyoming, had been watching him, during his rant. He suddenly drops behind Phil, and he turns around.
Phil: What was that? Nothin', just that stupid, sucky wind. Breaking a twig, coming up behind me and... breathing, real heavy.
Phil turns around and sees Wyoming was right behind him.
Phil: What the?
Wyoming: Hello, mate.
Wyoming punches Phil in the face, knocking him out. Fade in a while later, Phil was on his knees at gunpoint.
Phil: Oh man, this sucks, what's going on?
Wyoming: Right, here's the way this works. I ask you a question, you tell me an answer. One question, one answer. I don't get the answer I like; we've got a problem. And if we've got a problem, you've got a problem. That clear?
Phil: Okay, just don't hurt me! I'm a single parent.
Wyoming: Splendid, that's the attitude old chap. Now, first question. Where are you hiding the plans?
Wyoming's cell phone suddenly starts ringing.
Wyoming: Mhm, ahem. Right. Where, are you hiding, th-... right. Need to get that, one second. (turns around and answers the phone) Hello? Yes, this is he speaking. ...Oh hello! Yes, right. Oh bugger. Spell that with a T or an F, do you? Thought you said something else. No, I'll get right on it.
