[Upon arriving in Battle Creek] Sarge: Hello? Anyone? Do you read me? Do I read you? Anyone? Anybody? Nobody? Okay. Clicks off radio Well, I don't think the others are coming. We must have gotten separated somehow. Caboose: My toes, are getting pruney. Sarge: Ooookay. Why don't we try to find O'Malley? Caboose: I know where you can find O'Malley. He lived inside my helmet for a while. Maybe he left an address to send his mail. We were like roommates! Sarge: Sounds like he took some of the furniture when he left… and the carpet… and the drapes… and I wouldn't expect to get that deposit back, if y'know what I mean. [Caboose rounds the corner to see a blue man laying on the ground] Caboose: Sergeant! Look! A sleeping person! Sarge: What? Holy Macaroon... [Sarge runs over to inspect the blue] He's not sleeping son, he's dead. Caboose: Oh good. At first, I thought that was me. Because I am blue and I like to sleep. But if he is dead, that cannot be me. That would be silly. Sarge: No doubt he was killed by our very enemy. Once again, I find my-self torn. On the one hand, there's one less blue in the universe, but now Doc's got a bigger body count than me! And that just won't do, No sir. [Sarge turns to the dead blue] Rest in piece...scumbag. [Caboose rounds the next corner to find a small area with bullet holes in the walls, blood on the ground and walls and many reds and blues lying on the ground] Caboose: Look, more sleeping people. It must be nap time! But who has nap time now? Nap time comes before pants time, not after. I think these people are just making up times! Sarge: What the Samuel Helsinki happened here? There must have been an enormous battle. [Calls out] Hello? Is anyone okay? Are there any survivors? Preferably any RED survivors. Don't let that discourage you from speaking up if you're blue! I won't step on your neck or anything like that. Caboose: Am I allowed to answer? Sarge: Shhh, quiet. You hear that? [Trumpet starts playing in the background, getting steadily louder playing 'Reveille'] Caboose: Yes. That noise is called water. It is very wet, and very sloshy. Sarge: I was talking about the trumpet, bluetard. Caboose: I have to go to the bathroom now for some reason... Which is odd, because I already went when we were standing in the creek together! Sarge: Wait a minute! I know that song! That's Reveille! But why would someone be playing Reveille in the middle of- [At this point all the supposedly dead red's and blue's jump up cheering and yelling] Sarge: Sweet jibbling jibblets!! Caboose: Running time! [The numerous soldiers run past Sarge and Caboose, running into their respective bases chanting 'hup, hup, hup', etc.] Sarge: What just happened here?" Caboose: I think all the sleeping people were trying t- Sarge: That was rhetorical. [Sarge runs over to a window through which you can hear unintelligible cheers] Sarge: Get over here, gimmie a boost. Caboose: Okay...[Walks over to Sarge] You are a good person, and people say nice things about you. Sarge: Not a morale boost, moron, a physical one. I need to see what's in that window. Caboose: That window is very high. I don't think you are tall enough. Sarge: I know... I need you to help me look through it. Caboose: I don't think I am tall enough either. Also, my head is round, and that window is square. Sarge: C'mere you...

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