Fade in on the Boys and Tex outside O'malley's base near the warthog.
Tex: What took you guys so long to get here?
Simmons: There's seven of us, and this is only a three-seater jeep. Half of us had to sit on someone else's lap.
Rayner: At least you guys actually got in the Jeep. I had to be tied down to the front bumper. Thank god we didn't crash or else I would've killed all of you.
Tucker: And how exactly will you do that? Y'know, since you'd be dead.
Rayner: Are you daft? I'll just come back as a ghost and haunt your asses.
Donut: It was a great road trip. My favourite 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?
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.
Caboose: Oh, I like them. They were funny.
Tucker: Caboose, they tried to kill you because of 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?
As Tex explains her plan, we see a majestic, panoramic view of O'Malley's base.
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: What that thing? It's 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.
Caboose: ...We're planting a volleyball.
Tex: It's not a ball, it'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.
Rayner: You scouted it.
Tex: Yeah.
Rayner: If you got past the two walls, the huge spinning blade, the gun turrets, and made it all the way in to 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?
Tex: It's too heavy, okay? You happy?
Grif: Yeah kinda.
Tex: I need one of you idiots to carry it. I don't have the upper body strength to move it on my own.
Grif: See, girls act like they're so tough, but the first time they need someone to move a couch, who do they call.
Tex: ...
Grif: Please don't kill me.
Sarge: (walking to the volleybomb) Ahh, go ahead and kill him. We could use the armor for spare parts. Here, this thing doesn't look so heavy, let me t-yooo that thing ain't movin'!
Caboose: I can carry it.
Tex: I guarantee you'll need two people.
Tucker: No it's true, he's got crazy strength. Church and I think it's God's way of compensating.
Rayner: Yeah, I always have him help me carry the supplies from command.
Caboose: (lifting the bomb) See...
Sarge: Great Paul's Bunyan, he's like an ox.
Caboose: But I have no horns... or lumberjack friends.
Grif: Come on, no way it can be that bad. Let me give it a-
Caboose hands over the bomb to Grif, who promptly drops it, making the screen shake
Grif: Wheaugh! Hugh. Okay, you can carry it.
Sarge: Alright, then we'll storm in there, blow up O'Malley, leave Grif for dead, and maybe find some clues about what happened to Church and Lopez.
Tex: You mean your robot? He's in there with him.
Sarge: Lopez is in the building?
Cut to the Lopez head and Doc/O'Malley/Baron Von Evil Satan.
Lopez: Ese tipo rojo me está comenzando a molestar. [That red guy is really starting to get on my nerves.]
Doc: He keeps asking me if I've accepted the flag as my saviour. I'm just not comfortable talking about religion in the workplace.
O'Malley: Oh no, here he comes.
Red Zealot: Master, Headmaster, I have finished the duties you assigned me.
O'Malley: You polished all the curtains?
Red Zealot: Yes! And the ammunition too! It was like cleaning the impurities from my very essence!
O'Malley: What about the evil windmill?
Red Zealot: I greased the engine and filled it with gas. It was like giving my own soul a tune-up!
O'Malley: Yes yes, alright fine. Why don't you see about patching up some of these holes in the walls. I think there's some sinister spackle in the toolshed.
Red Zealot: Excellent idea, sir. It will probably help keep out that crowd of people that's been gathering on the beach.
O'Malley: Yes of course, all the people on the beach, blah blah blah blah blah. Wait. What did he say?
Cut back to Tex and everyone else, with Donut sitting in the jeep.
Tex: Wait let me get this straight. The biggest threat we know of is in that building, and you don't want me to blow it up?
Simmons: We can't, we need Lopez's head. It has valuable information stored in it.
Tex: Sorry, I'm going with the bomb. But hey, here's an idea, maybe you could find your buddy's head in the rubble when we're done.
Grif: Come on, we can't lift a bomb but we can dig through rubble?
Tex: Sorry, but there is no way I'm letting O'Malley get away this time.
Tucker: Just hire her.
Grif: What?
Rayner: Yeah man. Just hire her to help you get Lopez back. She'll do anything for money.
Tex: That's not true.
Tucker: It's not? I'll give you ten bucks to tear off Grif's arm.
Tex: Which one's Grif?
Tucker: See, she's not even really on the Blue Team. She was just paid to come help us.
Grif: (pointing at Simmons) He's Grif.
Simmons: How do we pay her, we don't even have any money.
Rayner: No money? Well why don't you guys just get a loan. It just so happens that I know a certain Financing company who'd be happy to give you guys one.
Simmons: Really? What's their interest rate?
Rayner: Oh it's just 2.5% annually.
Simmons: Hmm, maybe we should-
Sarge: We absolutely will not! I know yer type. You lure people in with your sweet deals before BAM! Everything you ever owned stripped away. Leaving not a single body hair in their wake. You're not getting anything from us ya shark.
Grif: Besides, we don't even know what money is in the future. They could have shells, or laser beams for currency.
Simmons: Laser beams?
Grif: Hyeah. That would be the coolest wallet ever.
Tucker: Why don't you trade her a favour?
Grif: Huh?
Tucker: Have her do this for you, and then you guys owe her a favour. That's how these freelancers get stuff done, right?
Tex: That'll work. I'll help you, and then the two of you have to do something for me.
Simmons: Okay, we'll do it.
Grif: Wait just a second. What would we have to do...
Tex: It all depends.
Grif: Depends on what.
Tex: Onnn, what I need. To do some future job.
Grif: But, it could be anything.
Tex: That's right, anything.
Grif: ... ... ...Like gay stuff?
Tex: I have no idea.
Grif: Well can we rule out the gay stuff?
Donut: Hey, how come I never get to help?
Cut to Caboose holding the bomb in front of Sarge, for no particular reason.
Sarge: No, no, what're you doin'? Don't lift with your legs, your back's the strongest muscle in your body. And look man, your knees aren't even locked, how do you expect to stand up straight? Come on, put your groin in to it. And stop exhaling on every lift. The goal is to hold your breath as long as possible. Under stress, the body produces all the oxygen it needs. Herrrr. Groin it out.
Caboose: Can't I just pick this up when we are ready to go?
Sarge: Yeah, I guess that makes sense.
Caboose drops the bomb, and the screen shakes.
Caboose: Ahhhh...
Tex: Okay, we're ready to go!
Caboose: Crap.