Church: Man, Sarge is frickin' heavy. Hey, blue guy, where'd you go, I need some help!
Simmons: Listen Donut, Church thinks I'm a blue guy, so whatever you do, just pretend like you don't know me.
Donut: I don't know you.
Simmons: Yeah, just like that, good job.
Donut: No, I'm serious, I have no idea who you are.
Sarge's body falls down from the ceiling in the background.
Simmons: Okay, stop practicing, here he comes.
Donut: So does that mean you're not gonna tell me who you are?
Simmons: Okay, that's a little too far, no-one's gonna buy that.
Church: Euh, you know I could have used some help new guy, thanks.
Simmons: (in a weird voice) I was just securing this prisoner. Which is interesting, considering that I have never met him before.
Church: Why is that interesting?
Simmons: (in the same weird voice) I don't know.
Church: ...Is something wrong with your voice?
Simmons: Oh I was just disguising it, so the prisoner wouldn't think he knew me.
Donut: What?
Simmons: But he doesn't. Do you prisoner?
Donut: Um... no?
Simmons: Right. (whispering) Good job Donut.
Donut: Wait, is this some really weird form of torture?
Church: Well, okay, help me load these guys in the jeep before they wake up.
Simmons: Okay. Donut, grab the ankles.
Donut: Okie dokie. How's this?
Simmons: Sarge's ankles, Donut.
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Cut to Crunchbite leading Rick, Tucker, Caboose and Tex through a tunnel of some sort
Andy: Step it up guys, we're almost there.
Tucker: I'm tellin' you, the alien has really been creepin' me out lately. Every time I wake up he's hovering over me. It's really weird.
Tex: I'm sure he's just safeguarding his sword. I mean, my sword.
Caboose: Maybe he just wants to steal your breath.
Tucker: Maybe he's trying to figure out what I taste like.
Rick: What the-gross!
Andy: Hurry up ya idiots.
Tucker: Man, did it get a lot colder all of a sudden?
Andy: Of course it did. They don't call it the Great Freezin' Plains for nothin'.
Rick: Eh, I've been too colder places.
Tucker: Whoa.
Caboose: I'm just glad I brought my mittens.
Tex: The snow is the least of our problems.
Andy: Why?
Tex: I assume we have to get into that big temple base thing?
Andy: Yeah...
Tex: Well, it's got about two dozen guards on its walls.
Caboose: Oh no.
Tex: Yep. Doesn't look good.
Rick: Definitely not one of the worst though.
Caboose: No no no, I mean I lost one of my mittens. Um... we have to go back.
Tucker: Caboose we've been walking for days. We're not goin' back for anything.
Tex: Suggestions Andy?
Andy: I say we let Tucker storm in and take 'em out in a mad rush, and while he's got 'em distracted, we finish the quest.
Tucker: On second thought, personal warmth is very important. Let's go get that mitten! It'll be like a mini-quest.
Tex: I think surprise is the key.
Andy: What ya thinkin'?
Tex: Let me and Rick take them out, one by one. They will never know what hit them.
Andy: Ya think you can kill 'em all without alerting the rest?
Tex: Just watch me.
Tex and Rick turn invisible using their cloaking ability.
Andy: How can I watch ya, you just turned invisible.
Tucker: And yet, I was still able to check out her ass. That's why I'm a pro.
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Cut back to the Gulch, where Church and Simmons are dropping off the Reds in front of their base.
Church: Okay, Donut, wait until we're gone, and then you can wake 'em up.
Donut: Well, what do I tell them?
Church: I don't care, tell 'em you busted in and rescued them. Get yourself a medal. You deserve it.
Donut: I always did wanna be a hero... and a liar.
Church: Well then, it's your lucky day.
Donut: Don't you want anything?
Church: Like what?
Donut: Well, every time someone surrenders they take somethin'. Like when we took the medic, and you guys took Grif's dignity.
Simmons: Hyeah, like that ever existed. Uhhh, I mean, which one is Grif? Is he the yellow one?
Donut: And this time you guys don't want anything?
Church: Well, technically you're not surrendering. This is what we call in the Military, a "total asskicking." Oh, and also, we're taking your car.
Donut: What? You're leaving us out here, without any transportation? We'll die!
Church: Die of what?
Donut: Exposure! We're stranded! This is murder.
Church: Your base is right there, I can see it.
Donut: You may as well just feed us to the buzzards right now!
Church: You could have walked back to the base in the time we've been discussing this.
Donut: Go. Just sign our death warrants.
Sarge: Rrouw. Gourough. What's goin' on?
Church: Hey, take care o' that guy.
Simmons: (whispering) Sorry about this Sarge, but look at it this way, you were right; this does hurt you more than me.
Sarge: Is that you, Simmo- (smacked in the head) goh, knocked out again.
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