The next day, when Murdoc, with huge greenish sunglasses on his nose, was reading the news on his phone while drinking coffee, Noodle asked him if he would like to play with them and write something.

"Why do you need me? Murdoc asked in a monotonous voice, bringing coffee to his lips and crunching the leather sleeve of his pilot's jacket.

"You're someone like the leader of the group," Noodle reminded.

"You didn't answer my question," Murdock said. "Why am I needed?"

"He wanted to rest," 2-D explained, sitting next to Murdoc and dipping a cookie in his tea.

"Oh, okay," Noodle said. "You should have said so from the start. Do you have plans for the day?"

"He'll go for a walk around the island," 2-D replied for Murdoc. "It's very beautiful there."

"I see," Noodle nodded. "I just asked. Anyway, we'll be here: connect and make some noise."

"Okay," 2-D said, and Noodle left.

2-D looked at Murdoc, who was liking other people's posts.

"Will you take me with you today?" D asked.

Murdoc said nothing.

"Murdoc?"

"Unless you want to stay with everyone," Murdoc muttered.

"No, I don't want to," 2-D shook his head.

"Okay, come with me," Murdoc said.

"Can I take food with us? 2-D asked, jumping up from his chair.

"Yep," Murdoc drawled, rubbing his chin.

"And tea? Take some tea?"

"Yes, take it," Murdoc said, leaning on the table and propping his head on his hand as he read Twitter.

Ten minutes later they were walking through the woods and Murdoc again checked his compass along the way.

"Where are we going today?" 2-D asked.

"Think it over," Murdoc suggested.

"To another forest?"

"We're going southeast."

"But the forest there is different."

Murdoc knocked his glasses a little higher on the bridge of his nose.

"Why did you shout like that yesterday afternoon?" he asked.

"We played basketball. Everyone is against Russell."

"How is it?"

"We've lost," 2-D sighed. "But I scored the ball into the basket twice."

"That's all I need to know about your amusements," Murdoc said. "As for outdoor games: I took something with me."

He reached into his belt under his jacket and pulled out a plastic plate.

"Is this what I think about?" 2-D perked up.

"What do you think about?" Murdoc asked.

"Frisbee," 2-D whispered.

"Yeah. Do you want to?" Murdoc raised the frisbee higher.

2-D fought with himself for a second, then whined in a guilty whining tone with poorly concealed pleasure:

"Yes!.."

"Well, take it!" shouted Murdoc, waving the disc in the air, but not tossing so that Toody could run away.

When he threw the plate into the distance, 2-D, expecting it, jumped up and grabbed it like Captain America with his shield.

"I'll never get tired of this game!" He blurted out cheerfully, running back to Murdoc.

"I hear there's a championship on this kind of sport," Murdoc said, taking the frisbee from him and tugging at the hair on the back of his head.

"You are not deceiving me?" 2-D was amazed. "Really?"

"Should I show you an article?"

"Oh no!" Pot was delighted. "I believe you!"

"Here's a good boy," Murdoc praised, scratching his ear. "Good…"

"Throw!" 2-D asked "Throw more!"

Murdoc waited for him to scurry forward and tossed the plate again.

"Hey! Don't dig there!" He shouted.

"I don't dig! I'm a... little bit," 2-D responded.

"Then I won't wipe your paws," Murdoc said. "I mean, nails."

"I won't dig anymore, honestly!"

"Of course you won't, otherwise I'll throw the frisbee in the sea," Murdoc promised, chuckling.

"No, no, don't," 2-D pleaded, falling into despair. "You'll never do it, no matter what."

"Do you remember this is just a piece of plastic?" reminded Niccals.

"But this is my favorite piece of plastic," 2-D remarked. "Promise you won't."

"Okay, I'm not throwing it into the sea. Never, no matter what." Murdoc breathed.

"Great," Pot smiled.

He clapped his hands a couple of times and spread his paws.

"Let's do it one more time," he asked.