"Cows!" Fury grinned as they drove to the dorms. There was a cow field on the way; the kind that really doesn't belong in that place, but for some reason it's there. "Baby cows!"
"Yes Fury, it is spring, cow season." Farman sighed.
"Why is the parking lot around the dorms fenced?" Breda asked.
"Because Havoc thought it would be a good idea to turn the lot into break dance central." Roy glared.
"Hey, it's like regular break dancing, but with jellyfish and wrapping paper." Havoc snorted.
"I don't want to know." Fury griped.
"Wouldn't it be a good idea to move the cows from that field to the fenced in lot." Havoc mused.
"What?" Farman asked dreading another catastrophe.
"Why," Fury asked.
"Why not, there's some grass growing out of the cement and you could open your window when you're lonely and pet a cow." Havoc grinned.
"One problem." Breda states. "One, the higher ups are going to notice, two, how would we move them, I can't very well see that mongrel, Hayate, herding a bunch of three ton cows."
"That was two problems." Mustang pointed out.
"That's beside the point!"
"I want a pet cow to stroke; I get lonely at five a.m." Fury said softly.
"Fine, we'll move the cows up to Green Mountain." Havoc huffed.
"The nature park? Why?" Mustang asked intrigued.
"There's foliage, a lake, and geese."
"Why do the geese matter?" Fury asked.
"Cows eat geese you idiot!"
"Hey! I am not an idiot!"
"You go Fury!" Farman exclaimed. They stare at him. "What?"
"Don't do that, it doesn't work on you." Breda stared.
"What?"
"Anyway I say we steal a truck and load the cows." Havoc grimaced. "But no UPS or Uhaul."
"What's wrong with Uhaul?" Mustang asks.
"They break down fifty times when you're on the road, so you have to keep stopping at a gas station every few miles to put gasoline and water in it, and the company doesn't even refund!" he starts foaming.
"Chill man, let's get that truck."
"The FedEx, sure."
"That won't hold fifty cows." Farman stated.
"It will if we work together." Havoc schemes.
Fifty minutes later…
"We're almost there!" Havoc grinned.
"How did we fit all of these cows back there?" Farman asked.
"Time warp, now lets unload!"
"Won't the farmers and park rangers notice?" Fury looked around.
"Don't worry, be happy." He opens the door. "Move out my bovine buddies! Be free!" the cows stampede out of the truck and start chewing up the trees and bathing in the lake.
"Gentlemen," Mustang starts. "We have single-handedly started the species of wild cattle, be proud, for we are the few, the brave, the marines."
"Have you taken your medication?" Breda asked.
"No, why?"
"Just asking."
"Guys, are gun wielding extremists wearing farming hats a bad thing?" Fury asked.
"Yes Fury, why?" Farman asked.
"I believe that we have been caught." Mustang sighed.
"Not if I can help it!" Havoc yelled. He gets cuffed. "Oh, I guess I can't."
"It's just Monday and you've gotten us thrown in jail!" Farman yelled.
"We need a better agent." Breda sighed.
