"Caboose! Put that down! You don't know what it is!" Tucker yelled. Just another average day for the reds and the blues.
Meanwhile, at Red base...
"Men, we are going to turn this thing on, but we have no idea where it'll take us. So we need to be prepared. Are you two ready?" Sarge said, referring to the portal that hadn't been there a minute ago.
"Like always, none of us noticed that until you pointed it out. Why does this keep happening? What weird invisible device are yo using?" Grif complained.
"Unlike Grif, I'm ready as ever sir!" Simmons was enthusiastic as usual.
"Okay, on the count of three, we will turn it on, and all jump in, being oblivious and non-knowing as to where we're going!" Sarge exclaimed.
"...Sarge? Are you going to start counting?" Simmons asked.
"Nobody said I was gonna count TODAY" Sarge said.
"Whew, good. 'Cause I wanna get a few days of more sleep" Grif said.
"Good point Pvt. Grif! We will initiate it tomorrow!" Sarge said.
"Sarge, I didn't even make a point. You just took what I said, ruined it for me, and gave me WAY less time to sleep. Now, I don't mean to be a little fucktard-"
"You already are a fucktard" Simmons interrupted.
"Shut up. I don't mean to be a little fucktard Sarge, but I don't want to go tomorrow. Or ever, for that matter" Grif said, glaring at Simmons.
"Grif, you know I care for my soldiers, so I listen to their suggestions, things they have to say and what not, but that quite possibly, has to be the laziest thing you've ever tried to initiate! Now, we are going to start tomorrow, or we are going to start TODAY! which one do you want?" Sarge asked.
"Sigh, tomorrow" Grif said.
"Good choice!" Sarge said.
Meanwhile, at Blue base...
"Church, will you tell Caboose to leave Freckles alone? Its making me nervous!" Tucker complained.
'You think you're the only nervous guy here? That thing keeps staring at me every time I walk by!" Church said. "As long as it keeps Caboose occupied, I'm fine. But still, if you want me to talk to Caboose, you're gonna have to catch him without Freckles at his side!"
"Ugh... fine. Hey Caboose!" Tucker yelled.
"YOU SHALL REFER TO SGT. CABOOSE AS SGT. CABOOSE" Freckles said.
"Jeez he's scary" Tucker said.
"Tell me about it" Church replied.
"Hey Tucker. Hey Church. I told Freckles to stay over there, so now we cant talk. What do you want to talk about? Do you guys want a pet too? I can't let you. We're all out. I am terribly sorry" said Caboose, who'd just walked over here.
"Okay, first of all, IT'S not your pet. You just found a large robot in a junk heap. Second, you need to turn him off or something, because its making the reds AND us extremely uncomfortable" Church said.
"Yeah, you can't even pick up chicks with that. Caboose, teach Freckles how to pick up chicks!" said Tucker.
"How many times do I have to fucking tell you, THERE ARE NO CHICKS! We live in a god damn forest! And worse! We have no way to get out, and we are running out of food! And you're fucking worried about how many CHICKS it can pick up!?" Church said, furious.
The next day, at Red base...
"Men, are you ready?" Sarge asked. They were all lined up in front of the portal, waiting to turn it on.
"Yes sir, lets do this!" Simmons said.
"What? Oh sure Sarge whatever you say, I guess" Grif said.
"Okay, Five, four, three two..."
Meanwhile at blue base...
"So how is every-" Church was interrupted by a extremely high pitch whining noise, followed by loud muffled voices.
"WHOA SIMMONS HELP" Grif? What the heck? Church thought.
Then all of the sudden, he went unconscious, aware that everyone else had gone unconscious as well.
"This can't be good..." he thought, as he, Tucker, and Caboose were thrown through time and space.
To be Continued...