"Leave him! All he will do is slow us down!" Pasta yelled at Chowder, who was trying to carry a wounded soldier to an awaiting shummer. "No! We leave no one behind! Marines never do!" Chowder yelled back, dragging the marine with him. "LOOK OUT! RPG incoming!" As soon as the words left Pickle's mouth, a massive explosion rocked the convoy. Chowder was knocked backwards ten feet, his hearing numbed, his sight dazed, not being able to comprehend anything. All he was able to make out was the feeling of intense heat, and figures running around in panic. He grabbed the marine he was carrying, only to see that half of his body was left, the other blown to tiny bits.
"Ugh." Chowder mumbled as he dropped the body, he began to wobble over to the road. As he climbed up the embankment, he collapsed. He laid on the pavement, wondering if this was it, when he felt someone dragging him towards a shummer. "Don't worry sir! You'll make it out of here!" A mysterious person yelled at him. Chowder blacked out as he was being lifted into the shummer.
"Chowder! Chowder! Wake up!" Chowder jolted awake, covered in sweat and breathing hard. He saw Mung, Schnitzel, and Ramen staring at him with concerning eyes. "What happened?" Chowder asked, seemingly confused. "You were talking in your sleep honey." "Radda radda radda. Radda, radda." "Yeah, you were yelling and other stuff." Ramen added. Chowder got up and walked over to the breakfast table, where Mung brought him some flibber flabber pancakes. "Hey, I thought we dealt with this in season 1!" Chowder whined. "Truffles is at it again." Mung responded, pouring syrup on the pancakes and the floor. "Radda!" "Sorry Schnitzel, can you grab the mop?" Mung and Ramen began working on the days orders, when the doorbell rang. "Schnitzel, can you go get it?" Mung asked. "Radda ra—" "I'll get it." Chowder proposed as he got up from the table. "Thank you Chowder," Mung exclaimed, "Ramen, can you grab three slawberries for me?" "Sure Mung." Ramen chimed. Chowder jogged over to the door, opening it to see that Pasta and Pickles were standing in the doorway.
"Hey LT, how you doing?" Pasta asked, knowing too well what the answer would be. "I feel like grabbles." "Haha, that's a good one." Pickles chimed in. "Anyway, what do you guys want?" Chowder questioned, wanting to get back inside. "Headquarters wants all surviving units to report back to base, we are going to get an honorable discharge for our service in a foreign country." "Or because we lost… either way." Chowder nodded and went back in to get his gear. "Where are you going Chowder?" Ramen asked as he noticed Chowder grabbing his stuff. "Just going to drop my stuff off at the base, I'll be back in a few." Chowder yelled as he closed the door. "Alright guys, let's go."