Fade in to Caboose trying to train Freckles
Caboose: Go Freckles, go Freckles go down. Like this!
Caboose squats and stands up, and Freckles does the same
Caboose: Yes! That's a good Freckles! Yes, yes Tucker, yes did you see it? Freckles did a squat!
Tucker and Alaska are doing squats too
Tucker: Great. Now teach him to fetch. And then throw a stick off a cliff.
Caboose: Aw he knows how to fetch. Freckles! Freckles! Get the ball!
Caboose throws a ball
Freckles: Acquiring target.
Freckles shoots the ball in mid-air
Alaska: Holy shit!
Caboose:Uh, see that, that was just, that was just poor phrasing on my part, really. Mean I was just, I- I think I was just grammatically, g- it was grammatically incorrect, so.
Cut to Simmons and Grif atop a hill observing them
Grif: Alright, we made it.
Simmons: Yeah. So uh, what do we do now?
Grif:I guess we just, watch 'em?
Simmons: Pshew... toh! toh! toh! toh!... so, 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.
Simmons: Kawh, 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 6? Who gives a shit dude, you already said they're not up to anything.
Simmons: But what about the robot?
Grif: Oh, yeah.
Simmons: See, we need to strategize.
Grif: Okay, fine, how do we wanna 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 shooting the shit or something.
Simmons: Maybe, if we go in, guns blazing, we can intimidate them into telling us what we want.
Grif: Wait... what do we want?
Simmons: ...I don't know.
Alaska: Hey!
Simmons: Guh!
Tucker:What are you doing?
Simmons: Alright, listen Tucker and Alaska, I wanted to hear you out, but my partner is crazy! I can't hold him back!
Tucker: What?
Simmons: I mean hey what's up? How's the weather? No wait I mean tell me what you know! ...I'm sorry.
Grif: That's some solid detective work there Officer Simmons.
Tucker: Yeah, so if you guys could not watch us work out, that'd be great, 'cause it's a little weird.
Grif: It's really weird.
Simmons: Sarge ordered us to come spy on you, he thinks you're up to something.
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War can be a Son Of A Bitch
FanfictionAgent Alaska with the company of Agent Washington and Reds and Blues are stranded in a desolated planet after their UNSC ship mysteriously crashed now some of them are having issues and Agent Arizona meets two old fellas he thought were gone
