"Attention blue team! This is your last chance! Give it up or die!"

"Suck a dick!"

"Oh that's it! Sarge permission to charge in there right now and kick their asses!"

"Statistically speaking, Grif, you'd be fucked if you did that." "Simmons is right, permission granted!"

"What? Uh, never mind. I don't want to die."

"Hah! Fuck you! Ya cunt!".

Agent Washington simply sighed, turned up his in helmet music and went back to fixing the blue team Warthog. The Warthog had been completely demolished earlier that day thanks to a misplaced supply drop... The beginning of this entire situation. Because in that supply drop was nothing other than...

"Give us some damn ICE CREAM!" Grif shouted furiously at blue team. Caboose's head popped out from one of the side doors at that moment.

"We have four flavors!" Caboose said.

"Pleaaassee!" Grif whined.

"Good job Caboose, keep it up! Make them beg!" Church said sadistically.

"Muwahahahaha! We shall devour all of the cream of ice! And make the enemy suffer!" O'Malley shouted.

"Doc shut up and pass me the chocolate."

"Oh, here you go Tucker!" Said Doc.

"Oh yeah, we have vanilla, and choc-o-late, and some yummy pink strawberry flavored ice cream and what's the red yellow and blue one again...?"

"Superman flavored." Church answered.

"WHERE!?"

"God dammit Caboose..."

Meanwhile, on the hill over looking blue base...

"Ohhhh that sounds good," Simmons moaned. Grif sat next to him on the ground, very dramatically waving his fists at the sky.

"Why is fate so cruel!?"

"Yeah, why of all places did it have to be blue base that got the airdrop? Curse you command!"

"Grrrr... At least that blue bell Church can't taste any, hehe. He's a robot!" Sarge said.

A voiced piped up from blue base.

"Yes I can! I installed taste sensors!" Church's voice echoed off the canyon walls.

"God, DAMN! Simmons! I need my shotgun ammo... EXTRA EXPLOSIVE!" Sarge commanded.

"Guys can't there be a more peaceful solution? Why can't we all be friends?" Donut asked, having come back from scouting out blue base. But, what was that on his hands? Was that traces of...

"Donut..." Grif said, standing up, "Did you get ice cream?" He asked. Donut nodded. Grif slowed down his words. "Did you bring any for us?"

"Uhhh, see, they said I could have some if I didn't give any of you-"

"GET HIM!"

Yet another annoyed groan escaped Agent Washington's mouth. All he wanted was some peace and quiet. 'But,' he spoke into his audio log, 'That's what you get when you mix the Reds, Blues, and Ice Cream. Nothing good is going to come of today. Wish me luck.'

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Well, what did you think? I might add another chapter if I get enough reviews. Also I feel like if you wanted to most enjoyment out of this, read all the characters with their voices. But anyway, yeah I had fun writing it. I hope you enjoyed it! REVIEW!