Chapter 2: Other Members of Blue Team
At blue base, Tucker and Caboose are talking on the upper level.
Tucker: Man, Caboose. You were asleep for a long time. What were you dreaming about?
Caboose: Oh, nothing. I do not like to dream. I try not to think while I'm sleeping.
Tucker: That's pretty much how you function while you're awake, too.
Caboose: I think consistency is important.
on the lower level of the base, Lupin was still a loss for words of what he was witnessing in front of him.
Lupin was thinking about what exactly is happening, he remembered about the gem, he stole from that high security place.
Lupin looked in the jacket that he still had the gem that he had and realized that if this could send him to this world.
Lupin: hit this Crystal actually have the ability to teleport people into other worlds, but I thought it was just a myth..
Lupin turned his head around at the Upper Floor of Blue Base to hear a lot of yelling.
Lupin: *great is one of those days..*
Lupin decided to well walk off the Upper Floor of blue base to see what exactly what the commotion going on.
Church: Well, you look ok. Then again, that's just the armor. How do you feel?
Caboose: Great! ...Who're you?
Church: Oh, come on! Not this again! How can you seriously not remember me? Caboose: Oh, of course! I remember you... you're Marvin!
Church: I'm Church!
Caboose: I think I would remember a name that ridiculous. Nope, you are definitely Phil.
Church: You killed me with the tank.
Caboose: Dave! Church: You insulted my girlfriend. You called her a cow.
Caboose: Karen!
Tucker: Dude, he called her a slut.
Lupin: what the hell is going on out there!?
Church: who the fuck was that!?
Tucker: oh yeah, it's one of those new guys that we found that were unconscious..
Church: hold on a second.. command actually spend some reinforcements!?
Tucker: well you see they don't even have armor just like us, but they kind of hats of style with clothing..
Caboose: oh boy, new friends!
Tucker n Church: shut up caboose!
the moment when Lupin caught up to the upper level of the base to be surprised and shocked to see churches ghost.
Lupin: well this is awkward..
Church: tell me about it..
Tucker: oh yeah, he's new guy..
Caboose: hi, new friend!
Lupin: I'm not your friend..
Church: hold on a second where are the others..
Lupin: still in bed sleeping like babies.
Church: okay that explains a lot..
Lupin: anyway a proper introduction at the order.
Church: all right my name is Leonard Church leader of blue team..
Lupin: but your ghost..
Church: yeah dude, let's just say there's something that meant to be kept private..
Tucker: and my name is laverdeus Tucker, chicks dig it!
Lupin: wow you remind me of me..
Tucker: is that so do you have any girls that fall in love with you.
Lupin: maybe a few I can know about..
Tucker: God damn, it you're one lucky bastard to have some girls around you..
Church: seriously..
Caboose: and I am Michael J. Caboose, it's a real pleasure to meet someone as nice as you..
Lupin: thanks, you really are kind..
Church: and your name..
Lupin: the names Arson Lupin the third a gentleman thief, also the grandson of lupin the first..
Tucker: you have a cool name, dude..
Lupin: thanks for the compliment..
Lupin and Tucker high five.
Meanwhile at Red base..
where Donut is attempting to jump onto the upper level, with Grif watching over him from above. Donut is making grunting noises as he jumps.
Grif: Donut, there is no way you can jump that high.
Donut pauses for a second after he lands.
Donut: Yes I can.
Donut continues jumping, chanting "Yes I can!" as he jumps. Simmons walks up to Grif.
Simmons: What the hell is he doing?
Grif: Losing a bet.
Donut lands back on the lower floor.
Donut: Oh, I almost got it that time! Are you sweating yet, sucker?
Grif: No, I can't sweat. Simmons' stupid sweat glands don't even work right.
Simmons: What? They were working when I gave them to you.
Grif: Please. I'm not moist in any of the usual places. If you want them back so bad, take 'em.
Simmons sighs.
Simmons: I can't. Sarge says that sweat makes my cyborg parts rusty. So, I'm cooled by Freon now.
Grif: Ah, delicious Freon.
Grif starts to cough violently.
Simmons: Grif, are you alright? Are my lungs ok? Hey, wait a minute. Are you smoking inside your helmet again?
Grif: What? No!
Grif blows out smoke from his helmet as he turns away from Simmons.
Grif: …Oops.
Simmons: Dammit. I knew this would happen. And how many snack cakes have you had today?
Grif: None.
Simmons: …
Grif: Ok, five… or more.
Donut grunts in the background.
Grif: Baker's dozen at most.
Simmons: Do you even know how many are in a baker's dozen?
Grif: By my count?
Donut, again, grunts in the background.
Grif: Forty-eight.
Simmons: Alright. That's it. No more smoking, no more drinking, and no more overeating, chubby! You're not going to ruin my body parts the same way you ruined yours.
Grif: That's ok. I can think of different ways to ruin them.
A loud noise comes from where Donut was.
Donut: Ah! Ah! Ow! Ahhhhh! Who left the spleen ball where someone could trip on it? I think I broke something. Simmons, I need your ovaries!
Simmons: Ugh, I really hate this army.
Sarge arrives.
Sarge: Grif; Simmons 2.0! I just got off the horn to Command. I'm afraid we have a situation.
Sarge: Grif; Simmons 2.0! I just got off the horn to Command. I'm afraid we have a situation.
Simmons: Ah, don't tell me they canceled the holiday party again! Those cheap bastards. All I wanted was one night of care-free dancing. But no! I ask you when it will be Simmons' turn? When?!
Grif and Sarge turn to look at each other before continuing.
Sarge: Uh, actually, the problem is with Lopez.
Grif: Don't tell me. The Consulate General from Spanish Land is coming, and without Lopez, we don't have anyone to translate.
Simmons: There's no such thing as Spanish Land, you retard.
Grif: Yes there is. They have those, uh... uh, waterslides. And all that salsa!
Simmons: No, they don't.
Simmons: What's that supposed to mean? For the last time, I'm Dutch-Irish!
Grif: Hey, don't let your fiery Latin temper get out of control. I was just trying to make a point.
Sarge: Can it, Frankenstein. We've got a pot on the front burner, and it's a-boilin' over. I've just learned that Command implanted Lopez with secret instructions detailing the next phase of our operations. Do you have any idea what this means?
Grif: I uh... uh, Simmons? You want to take this one?
Simmons: Were you not listening again? What the hell were you thinking about?
Grif: Certainly not waterslides, I can tell you that much. Or salsa.
Sarge: What it means is that if we don't get back Lopez before the Blues uncover our secret plans, we'll be up pooper creek without a paddle.
Grif: Ew. Gi-a... that's gross!
Sarge: I'm talking about being lost in a forest of filth without a compass. Swimmin' in a river of sick with no floaties on. Drivin' blind, in to the tunnel of-
Simmons: Sir, I think we get the picture. The very, very disturbing picture.
Sarge: You sure? I could go on.
Grif: I'm sure you could. But no. Really.
Sarge: Just one more?
Grif: Stop.
Sarge: Come on, they're fun. Simmons, you try one. I'll start you off. Flyin' by the seat of your blank, with a blank in the blank. Eh?
Simmons: Sorry sir, I'm not good at word games.
Sarge: Ah, you're both a couple lousy blanks.
To Be Continued...