Red vs blue (female OC) season 7

Directions

Fade in to Simmons and Shawn standing inside the Blue Base at Valhalla.

Simmons: What the hell is all this stuff?

Donut: (enters) Oh, there you are! Did you blow up the base yet?

Shawn: He was but I stopped him.

Simmons: Look at this mess, Donut. It's like he wrecked the place.

Donut: Oh yeah, that's Caboose's project.

Simmons: This is what he's been working on?

Donut: He's trying to rebuild a body for that blue buddy of his. ...eh, looks like a piece is missing though.

Simmons: For the dead guy. Gimme a break. No wonder no one ever wins this war. We're all doing stuff like building lame robots.

Shawn: Simmons.

Simmons: What?

Shawn point his finger behind him and Simmons turns around to see Lopez standing behind him.

Simmons: Oh, hey... Lopez. Uh, I didn't mean you, I meant other... robots...

Lopez takes off.

Donut: That was kind of racist.

Shawn: Definitely racist.

Simmons: (chases after Lopez) That's not true! I have all kinds of mechanical friends!

Cuts to Sandtrap. The camera zooms out slowly from the side of an Elephant.

Intercom announcer: Just... just give me the microphone. [over the intercom] Do not, under any circumstances, move. You have entered an active mine field.

Caboose: Does thinking count as moving. Because if it does, I think I might've moved—up! I did again.

Grif: Shut up, Caboose!

Caboose: Well, I don't want to get exploded!

Thea: Let's just stay where we are until he gets back.

Sarge: How do we get outta here?

Intercom announcer: We will guide you out.

Sarge: Great! Let us wait for you to come out here then!

Intercom announcer: What? ...no, screw that, listen! We're not coming out there, okay? Hang tight. We're gonna upload the schematics... we'll be right back. Don't. Move.

Sarge: Grif! What were you thinking driving us straight into a mine field!?

Grif: Me? You were in the passenger seat. That makes you the navigator!

Sarge: What are you talking about?

Grif: Everybody knows that. You're in charge of directions!

Sarge: No! The shotgun seat is reserved for the position of respect. And for people who carry shotguns. (holds up shotgun) See? (makes a clicking noise) Quid pro quo. Now Grif, here's the plan. You walk in front of us, very slowly.

Grif: No.

Sarge: If you hear anything that sounds like a small metallic click, or feels like your legs are being blown off, just say, "Found one!"

Grif: No!

Caboose: Uh oh! I think I just thought about something again.

Thea: Calm down Caboose.

Sarge: Both of you, shut up! I need to think of a way out of this mess.

Grif: You mean the mess you navigated us into?