Fade in on the Boys and Tex outside O'malley's base near the beach with the warthog.
Tex: What took you guys so long to get here?
Rick: Tex, there's seven of us, and this is a three-seater jeep. Half of us had to sit on someone else's lap, while I just ran here.
Donut: It was a great road trip. My favorite part was when Grif tried to change gears, and he accidentally-
Grif: Hugh, please, let's not tell the story. Is there somewhere I can wash my hands?
Rick: There's a beach right behind you.
Grif: Oh, thank goodness. (walks to the beach)
Sarge: What'd you find, Tex?
Tex: Well, O'Malley's holed up in his fortress. He's been fortifying his defenses for a few days now, and he's got some help, one of those religious nuts you guys picked up.
Rick: Oh, dear god. Those guys?
Caboose: Oh, I like them. They were funny.
Rick: Caboose, they tried to kill you over a flag.
Caboose: I try not to remember the bad things about people.
Tucker: That's all they tried to do, there were no good things.
Caboose: That's okay. I have a really bad memory-wow look, a beach!
Sarge: Shut up Caboose. What's yer plan, Tex?
Tex: Well first we have to breach the outer wall.
Caboose: Oh. I love breaching!
Tex: Then, we have to get past another wall.
Grif: Two walls? Some people are so materialistic.
Tex: The second wall has a guard tower, and an enormous razor-sharp spinning blade.
Simmons: Tex, that thing is spinning like two miles an hour.
Tex: I didn't say it'd be hard to get past. After that, we have to pass the gun turrets, and break into the building.
Sarge: And then we attack O'Malley.
Tex: No. That's when we plant, this.
Tex turned and gestured to a large round bomb some distance away.
Caboose: ...We're planting a volleyball.
Rick: That's not a ball Caboose, that's a bomb.
Caboose: We're planting a volleybomb?
Tex: I've scouted a location inside the base where we can set it off and take the whole place down. I marked the spot with a big X.
Tucker: You scouted it.
Tex: Yeah.
Tucker: If you got past the two walls, the huge spinning blade, the gun turrets, and made it all the way into the fortress, why didn't you just plant the bomb then instead of putting a big X on the floor?
Tex: ...I can't carry it.
Grif: What?
Simmons: What was that?
Rick: Tex, can you repeat that please?
Tex: It's too heavy, okay? You happy?
Grif: Yeah kinda.
