Authors Note: This is my own original story that takes place between the events of RvB Season 10 and Season 11
Disclaimer: I don't own Red VS Blue, Wreck-It Ralph or their characters
In the very beginning of this story, we see a dark-covered cave that was located in the walls of a large mountain cliff and it didn't seem like anything was living in it. However, some strange noises could be heard from deep within the cave and the scene moved in to reveal that someone was indeed inside. The mysterious figure was male and wearing some kind of white armor around his body, including a helmet with an orange visor to conceal his face. His had some kind of sniper rifle on his back and a pistol on the side of his right leg as he was trying to start up a fire with some stones and twigs.
"Okay, this is bit more difficult than I was told, but I'm pretty sure I'm getting close to starting a warm little fire." The armored man said to himself in a British accent, rapidly rubbing two twigs together. "It should get going any second now."
But after a few more seconds of trying, all the armored man got from his grinding twigs was a tiny ember that landed on the stick bed and snuffed out instantly.
"Oh bullocks." The armored man muttered, dropping his twigs and leaning against the cave wall. "It's nearly been five whole years and things still haven't been very good for me. I might not be the original me, but I still retain all my memories and skills back in the old days. The only thing I don't have with me is food, some soldiers to boss around, and an AI to help me in all of my situations. And it's all because of those idiots living inside a boxed canyon. I would do anything to get even with those colourful nitwits, but I just wish I had something to give me an edge over them."
Just then, something red began flashing beside the white-armored man and he looked to his left to see something red was glowing in the distance behind a large rock.
"Hmm, now would could that be over there?" The armored man asked, standing up. "I suppose I might as well take a look. It could be something valuable."
He began to walk over to the strange red glow and stayed cautious in case it was something that might attack him at the very first chance. When the armored man swiftly turned to the front of the big rock, he was very surprised by what he was seeing. It was a very weird red cloud that was emitting red electricity and strange pixels from the center, glitching about at every second.
"Well, that's something you don't see very often." The armored man admitted as he crouched down to the glitching cloud. "Where on Earth could this strange pixel mist have come from?"
When he took a much closer look, the small glitching cloud released a weak lighting shock to his chest that made the armoured man back off with slightly-surprised yelp.
"My my, you are a feisty technological organism, aren't you?" The armored man asked.
"W-W-W-Who…s-speaking to-to…m-m-me?" The glitching cloud suddenly asked in a very disoriented and techno voice, his tone glitching all the time.
"Well, what do you know? It speaks. That really isn't something you see every day. Anyway, my name is not very important right now." The white-armoured man proclaimed. "The only thing I want to know is where you came from and what it is you want."
"I-I-I…f-from…s-s-som-somewhere…diff-different…from…w-world." The glitching cloud said as it still had trouble making proper sentences. "I-I…wa-want…r-re-revenge."
"Revenge, eh? I can understand someone or something that has a desire for that sort of thing. Perhaps we can work something out?" The armored man suggested, bending down to the sentient piece of techno smoke he was talking to. "I have a score to settle with some idiots and this might be a chance for both of us to get what we want."
"I-I'm…lis-lis-listening." The glitching cloud replied curiously as the scene slowly backed away from both of these eerie characters.
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Meanwhile at a very old-looking military facility that was covered in grass and jungle parts, everything was silent for a few seconds before the sounds of some ruckus could be heard in the middle of the ruined area. The scene moved closer into the area to show that the ruckus was a bunch of individuals standing around and talking with each other while holding different kinds of ranged weapons. There was a blue one, a cobalt one with yellow highlights, an aqua one holding an energy sword, a red one with a shotgun, a maroon one, an orange one and a pink one. While most of them were wearing the same kind of helmet, the blue one's helmet was different than the ones his friends wore.
These people were the Reds and Blues, a group of idiotic simulation troopers that have been at war against each other for a long time, but have recently banded together to take down the operation that has used them as training dummies for years, Project Freelancer. They came to this abandoned facility to take down the Director of the entire operation and two of their members were taking care of him.
"Ugh, we've been standing out in the open forever." The Aqua one, Lavernius Tucker, said with a bored groan. "Are those two ever gonna finish killing that asshole?"
"If they ain't here in five minutes, I'm just gonna charge straight in and shoot him in the back of the brain myself." The Red one, Sarge, replied boastfully as he loaded up his shotgun.
"I'd be honoured to do it for you, sir." The Maroon one, Dick Simmons, said.
"You are such a kiss-ass." The Orange one, Dexter Grif, muttered insultingly.
"I could probably give that Director jerk a slap-fight he'll never forget!" The Pink one, Franklin Delano Donut, stated in a girlish-like tone.
"We're not just barging in. We all agreed to let Church and Carolina do this on their own." The Cobalt one with yellow highlights, Agent Washington, reminded.
"Yes. And I always like to respect Church's decisions." The Blue one, Michael J Caboose, added as he sounded a little childish. "Like that time he wanted to play hide and seek and I hid really far away from him."
"That wasn't a game, Caboose. He just wanted you to go away because you were annoying him to death." Tucker told him.
"Then why did he later find me behind that big rock?" Caboose questioned rhetorically.
"Because he accidentally found you while he was on patrol." Tucker said in annoyance.
"No, you're just thinking all wrong. Silly Tucker." Caboose said like the idiot everyone knew him as.
"God fucking damn it." Tucker muttered.
"If they weren't taking ages killing one guy, we'd be back in Valhalla doing what we usually do while I have the best pizza in the galaxy with all the best toppings." Grif said, getting happy feelings just thinking about it.
"Yeah, that's pretty much what you always do, fatass." Simmons retorted.
"And I'd be happy to bash you in the back of the head until you've barfed up every bit of that pizza!" Sarge proclaimed, glaring daggers at the lazy orange soldier.
"Please don't." Grif whimpered nervously.
"Hey, here they come!" Donut exclaimed, looking ahead of everyone else.
The other Reds and Blues followed his gaze and saw that walking up to them was a female soldier in Cyan armor and she had some different sets of armor than them.
"Hey, Carolina. Looking pretty good even after fighting all those murderous robots and then you walked off to kill the asshole who made things super hard for you." Tucker greeted coolly, trying to put his charm on for the female Freelancer.
"Dude, that was a little too much." Grif said.
"Yeah." Tucker sighed as he looked down in defeat.
"So…did you do it?" Wash asked, sounding a little awkward.
"…Yes." Carolina said after a moment of silence as there was a little bit of sadness in her voice.
Just then, a small holographic figure of another man in armor appeared next to Carolina while holding a sniper rifle.
"We found the Director in a really dark room, and things went a little…different than we expected." Leonard Church, AKA Epsilon, told his teammates, lowering his head a little bit.
There was another moment of silence between the soldiers as the only sounds that could be heard were far away birds. But then, Sarge decided to end the silence.
"Well, hoorah! We've done it!" Sarge cheered. "Project Freelancer is officially gone for good!"
"We don't have to deal with it anymore!" Simmons remarked.
"No more working to take down that piece of shit operation!" Grif shouted in happiness.
"That's right! And they thought we were a bunch of losers!" Donut stated.
"Hell yeah, baby! We win!" Tucker added, thrusting his energy sword into the air.
"I don't know why I'm cheering, but I like it!" Caboose yelled out loud.
"Okay, you guys, let's not get too excited about this." Wash told them. "For all we know, there could still be some remaining Freelancer equipment and members on this planet or any other."
"I'm not sure we need to worry about that right now, Wash." Church reassured. "We've just defeated Project Freelancer's head honcho, so I say we all deserve a break from crazy adventures."
"For once, I absolutely agree with him." Grif added.
"In that case, where should we all go?" Carolina questioned. "This facility is completely shut down, now."
"Why don't we all just go home?" A new voice asked.
The Reds, Blues and their Freelancer allies turned towards the source and they saw a man in purple armor standing a few feet away from where they were while holding a strange device.
"Doc? When did you get here?" Tucker questioned in surprise.
"After you all left me in Valhalla with those UNSC guys, I had to grab one of Red Team's Mongoose and I drove all the way to this broken-down place so I could meet up with you guys." Doc explained in an annoyed tone. "Did you seriously forget to bring me along for the mission?"
"Uh…maybe?" Simmons replied sheepishly.
"We were in a hurry." Grif proclaimed.
"You really drove all this way by yourself?" Sarge asked.
"No, not by myself. I brought Lopez, too." Doc answered, looking at the ground on his left.
The Reds and Blues saw that laying next to Doc's feet was the robotic head of a brown helmet with no body at all.
"[I never wanted to come here and help these morons.]" Lopez said in his usual Spanish voice. "[I would rather be stuck as a scarecrow.]"
"Hey, Lopez! You missed all the fun!" Donut said kindly.
"We had to battle a lot of really mean robots that looked like Tex and I was a little bit angry, so I destroyed most of them by myself. It was fun." Caboose explained, staring off in different directions.
"[You destroyed a bunch of robots? That's a crime against my kind!]" Lopez stated.
"It's okay, Lopez. You didn't have to help us defeat them, anyway." Simmons replied. "Church was able to shut them down."
"But not before some of them punched me in the balls. I'll never understand why Tex hates those parts of me." Grif muttered to himself.
"[You people are hopeless.]" Lopez said in misery.
"Alright, now that Doc and the Spanish-speaking robot head are here, why don't we all look for something that can fly us out of here?" Wash suggested.
"[Why does that new guy sound like the bastard who shot me and Donut?]" Lopez questioned, only to be ignored.
"And where the hell are we gonna find something to fly? Those Hornets we stole ran out of fuel." Tucker reminded everyone.
"Have you checked the hanger building next door, Mr smart-ass?" Church asked rhetorically.
"We're going to a building that hangs? Neat." Caboose said.
"Not that kind of hang, dude." Grif replied.
"It's worth a look. I'm already getting bored of this place." Sarge admitted.
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but he has a point. Anywhere is better than this place." Carolina added.
"I'll carry Lopez with us." Donut said in enthusiasm.
"[Please, no.]" Lopez muttered.
Later on, the Reds and Blues arrived at a large hanger in the area and Grif and Simmons used all their might to open up the door. The soldiers looked inside and saw the only thing inside was a Pelican drop ship.
"Alright, this thing looks like it's good for a flight." Church commented.
"A Pelican is way better than a stupid Hornet in my book." Grif said.
"Well, what're we waiting for? Let's get inside and leave this shit-hole!" Tucker stated excitedly.
"Yes! We are going on a plane trip!" Caboose cheered.
"This isn't a trip, dumbass." Simmons hissed.
"You all really wanna go back to Valhalla?" Carolina asked.
"Actually, I had something different in mind. A place that's more of a home to us." Church replied, giving his teammates a knowing expression.
"Is it Hollywood? I have always wanted to go there." Caboose said, causing everyone to look at him silently.
"Hey, guys! Take a look at what I found!" Doc called out from the left side of the hanger.
When the Reds and Blues rushed to where Doc was, they saw that he had found a robotic figure with white armor laying against the wall.
"Another robot? We're really finding a lot of those, today." Simmons admitted.
"This one's more guy-like, so it obviously isn't a Tex robot." Donut said. "Plus, the armor's coloured white."
"Thanks for stating the obvious, pinky pants." Sarge replied in sarcasm.
"Should we just leave it and fly outta here?" Tucker asked.
"Actually…I think we should bring it. I might be able to use it for something later on." Church said, looking at the robot body in interest.
"Like something a little personal and involves a bed? Bow Chicka Bow Wow!" Tucker said cheekily.
"No. Nothing like that." Church replied with a scowl. "And don't ever fucking say that again."
"Fine." Tucker sighed.
"[One day, you're all going to regret making robots part of your teams.]" Lopez said.
"You're right, Lopez. It's always good to see the Blues messing with each other. It's our very own form of entertainment." Simmons replied with chuckle.
"[I won't miss any of you when you're dead.]" Lopez said in a very unhappy tone.
"Alright then, everything's been settled. Let's all get this ship turned on and fly out of here." Wash announced as he approached the Pelican's entrance.
"Think you can put in the coordinates of wherever it is you want to go, Church?" Carolina questioned.
"Sure can." Church answered.
"Good. You all bring that robot body Church wants so badly." Carolina told the Reds and Blues. "Wash and I will fire up the Pelican."
"Whatever you say, missy." Sarge replied as the female Freelancer walked to the Pelican to assist Wash. "Grif, Simmons, drag that mechanical body into the ship so the Blues can do whatever they want with it."
"Us? Why don't you carry it?" Grif asked in complaint.
"Because I'm the leader of Red Team and I'm not meant to be doing grunt work. Now, get to it, dirtbag!" Sarge ordered loudly.
"Right away, sir." Simmons replied before he approached the robotic body.
"Uhh, fine." Grif groaned, walking beside the Maroon soldier to help him. "By the way…shotgun!"
"Sho-Fuck!" Simmons exclaimed frustratingly.
Both Simmons and Grif lifted up the robot body from the head and feet specifically and they carried it all the way towards the back entrance of the Pelican, which had already been lowered.
"I guess good things really can come from evil companies." Tucker admitted as he, Donut and Doc walked towards the Pelican as well, with the Pink soldier still carrying Lopez.
"If this doesn't scream great for all of us, then I don't know what does." Donut remarked.
"Red Sargent, are we all going to a wonderful place that will make all of us happy and be best friends forever?" Caboose asked Sarge. "And will is also not have any bad people that want to kill us?"
"We can only hope, son. I get the feeling that something special is gonna happen to us in the near future." Sarge replied as he remained silent for a little bit. "Now come on, let's fly ourselves out of this hellhole."
"Okay." Caboose said simply before both of them walked towards the Pelican to join their teams.
Once they were inside, the Reds and Blues strapped themselves into the back seats while Wash and Carolina were at the piloting area.
"I've set in the coordinates for where we're all going. You two can start up the engine and fly us out of here." Church told the Freelancers, appearing beside them both.
"Will do." Wash replied before pressing some buttons on the controls.
"Hold onto your helmets, everyone. This is going to be a long trip." Carolina informed.
"God damnit, long trips are always the worst trip." Grif complained.
"Don't worry, Grif. We can think of a lot of fun activities to help pass the time." Donut assured happily.
"And Caboose, don't you dare ask us to stop so you can take a piss." Tucker told the blue soldier firmly.
"Don't worry, I will only do it in my armor." Caboose replied.
"Ugh, gross." Simmons said in disgust.
"I guess some thing's never change." Doc commented.
As the Pelican's engines were at full power, Wash and Carolina flew the air-based transport off the ground and straight out of the fully-open hanger door before they ascended into the sky with the Reds and Blues riding safely inside, on their way to an old home of theirs.
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At the same time in a world that was entirely different to the one the Reds and Blues live in, the scene lowered from the dusky afternoon sky to a small arcade in the middle of a parking lot. We are taken straight into the arcade, where there was not a single person inside as the owner had recently closed up for today to go home. But that wasn't the case for some certain living digital beings who live inside all the arcade games with daily lives of their own. Within the candy go-kart arcade game, Sugar Rush, everything was bright and Sunny and everything that was basically made from all types of sugary sweetness was in a healthy condition. Most of the candy citizens were gathered at the main starting line of the signature race track, except for a certain Glitch girl and official president of the game. Vanellope Von Schweetz was seen driving her Candy Kart up the rainbow bridge that lead to tunnel capable of taking anyone from Sugar Rush to Game Central Station. When she arrived at the tunnel, Vanellope hit the breaks on her kart and stopped just in front of him before jumping out of the seat with an excited expression.
"Come on, come on, they've gotta be on their way." Vanellope whispered to herself with a big smile.
Just then, the young president of Sugar Rush heard the sound of a train kart coming to a screeching halt and then some footsteps that were getting closer, making her feel even more excited inside. Pretty soon, three new figures showed up from the tunnel and they were the wrecking bad guy in overalls, Wreck-It Ralph, the heroic handyman named after his own arcade game, Fix-It Felix Jr, and the serious rough'n tough sergeant of Hero's Duty, Tamora Calhoun. All three of Vanellope's closest friends had come to watch her in her upcoming race.
"Hey there, President Fart-Feathers." Ralph greeted with a smile, bending down to Vanellope's level.
"Glad you could make it, Stinkbrain." Vanellope replied before the two best friends shared a fist-bump. "My days are always a blast when you three arrive."
"What opportunity wouldn't we take to visit the coolest kid in the whole Arcade?" Ralph asked jokingly.
"It looked like you had a splendid time with all of them players today, Vanellope." Felix commented.
"Heck yeah, I did. Me and the others had a total of seventeen races today and I was chosen in fourteen of them." Vanellope explained, feeling giddy thinking about those races. "Taffyta, Rancis and Minty were picked for the other three, but I was still the most awesome racer today."
"Sounds like you left those sugar-buns in the candy dust, sweet-stuff." Calhoun complemented proudly.
"What can I say? I've got a duty to have tons of great races." Vanellope said before she let out a small laugh. "Dooty…"
"Now, Vanellope, let's not be insulting towards other people's games." Felix scolded in a friendly manner. "You wouldn't like it if someone said your game belongs in recycling."
"Chill, Felix, it was just a joke. A joke I'll never get tired of." Vanellope replied with a snicker.
"Speaking of which, shouldn't you be down at that starting line giving your usual presidential greetings to everyone before that Random Roster thingy you do every day?" Ralph asked.
"Oh, sugar! You're totally right, Ralph!" Vanellope realised, quickly rushing to her Candy Kart and hoping in the driver's seat. "I'll see you guys at the race! Don't be late!"
Starting up her engine, Vanellope pressed her foot on the accelerator and she drove straight away to make it to the starting line, leaving Ralph, Felix and Calhoun behind as they started walking after her.
"Come on, since when have we ever been late to any of her races?" Ralph questioned, keeping his casual smile on.
"Maybe that time you locked yourself in the Tapper's bathroom?" Calhoun asked while raising an eyebrow smugly.
"Hey, that was an accident." Ralph said defensively. "How was I supposed to know the lock couldn't handle my grip?"
"You probably just don't know your own strength, Ralph." Felix admitted with a shrug.
"Gee, thanks." Ralph muttered.
Later on at the main race course's starting line, all of the Sugar Rush citizens had arrived to watch the upcoming Random Roster Race and all the candy people were in the standing in the candy boxes of their favourite racers while cheering loudly. All of the Sugar Rush Racers themselves had all parked their karts into position for the race and they all made their way up to the platform bellow the highest box. There was Taffyta Muttonfudge, Rancis Fluggerbutter, Candlehead, Jubileena Bing-Bing, Minty Zaki, Crumbelina DiCaramello, Snowanna Rainbeau, Gloyd Orangeboar, Adorabeezle Winterpop, Swizzle 'The Swizz' Malarkey and the Palette Swap racers, Sticky Wipplesnit, Torvald Batterbutter, Citrusella Flugpucker and Nougetsia Brumblestain. As the racers were busy talking with themselves to pass time, Ralph, Felix and Calhoun had finally arrived and they sat themselves onto the normal spectating area.
"Things sure are looking lively around here." Ralph said. "I don't know if it's because the sugar is making them energetic or it's just their nature."
"They live in a game all about candy, Ralph. It should be obvious." Felix replied as he and Calhoun held hands.
Just then, the gloomy green candy ball on the tall red tower, Sour Bill, approached the microphone to address everyone in the area.
"Citizens of Sugar Rush, please give a big welcome to our President…Vanellope Von Schweetz." Sour Bill said in his usual dull tone, stepping back and gesturing behind him.
Vanellope suddenly glitched herself onto the tower and everyone cheered loudly for her appearance.
"Afternoon, everybody! Nice to see to see y'all out here!" Vanellope called out enthusiastically. "Thanks for the intro, Bill! Keep up the good work!"
"Mmm-Hmm." Sour Bill muttered.
"And my fellow racers, it's always a blast to see you guys. We had a blast and a half with all those races, didn't we?" Vanellope asked, earning some agreeable nods from the other racers. "But now, we've gotta set up a brand new roster for tomorrow's opening hours. We've done this a billion times, but just in case somebody suffered from long-term memory loss, we're going over the boring rules again. The first nine racers who cross the finish line get to be the playable avatars for tomorrow. If you've all got coins, you know just what to do with 'em. Now, let's do this!"
Grabbing a gold coin from her hammer-space hoodie pocket, Vanellope tossed it onto the lollipop launches and it landed inside the golden cup ontop of the starting line banister, making her name display on the jumbotron. The other racers did the exact same thing with their own coins and they made their way into their respective karts for the race, while Vanellope quickly glitched over to her best friends.
"I'll make sure to score a super big win in this race. After that, we can hit any good eating place there is in the game." Vanellope said with a wink.
"Sounds like a good plan to me, sister." Ralph replied in agreement. "Go and knock 'em dead."
"Not literally, of course." Vanellope laughed humorously before she rushed straight towards her kart on the racetrack.
"You know, I've got the strangest feeling tellin' me that something really big is gonna happen soon." Felix admitted, shuffling in his position a little bit.
"Ah, that's probably just your inside making you feel jumpy like a lone wolf in the coldest side of the mountains, Smart Bomb." Calhoun said reassuringly. "You'll get over it."
"I hope so, Honey Bunch." Felix replied, feeling a little better by his wife's assurance.
As Vanellope started up her karts engine, all the other racers got lined up for the upcoming race and shredded their engines for some flare.
"Hope you're ready to eat my sugar dust today, Van." Taffyta said on the left with a cocky smirk.
"That's what you said to me in yesterday's race, Taffyta. And yet, you still ended up coming in second place." Vanellope reminded smugly.
"Yeah, you should start coming up with new material." Rancis admitted.
"What kind of material? Melted chocolate or rock candy?" Candlehead asked with a raised eyebrow, causing a few of her friends to sigh since she wasn't the smartest racer on the track.
"It's a figure of speech, Candlehead." Vanellope said.
"And no one asked for your opinion, Rancis." Taffyta added.
"Okay." Candlehead replied.
"Whatever you girls say." Rancis shrugged casually. "I'm just being an honest guy."
"You don't need to be honest, peanut boy." Minty said, rolling her eyes.
"Enough talking! Let's get this race started!" Swizzle called in enthusiasm.
The floating marshmallow pit crew boss moved the to the front of the racers with a startling light hanging from his hands and all the racers started their engines. But before the lights could turn green and let them race off, a small digital crack suddenly appeared in the middle of the track and released some small red lightning bolts that left everyone very confused and surprised.
"Uh…what's that?" Ralph asked in confusion.
"No idea." Calhoun said with a cautious expression.
"Is that weird crack part of the race?" Jubileena questioned.
"If it is, it's giving me some very nervous vibes." Snowanna admitted worriedly.
"Look, I don't know where this thing came from." Vanellope told the others. "I'm sure it's just a little malfunction in the game system and it'll go away befo-"
Before the black-haired racer girl could finish her sentence, the digital crack suddenly sparked out of control and it shot huge red electrical blasts towards Vanellope and most of the other racers that caused them to yell out in agony.
"Kid!" Ralph exclaimed fearfully as he, Felix and Calhoun shot out of their seats.
"Oh, my land! What's going-GYAAAAH!" Felix yelled when electrical shots suddenly hit them, too.
"W-w-what's…ha-happenin'?!" Calhoun demanded while glitching out of control.
All the sweet spectators cried out in fear from what they were witnessing before a bright red flash consumed the entire starting line. When the light died down, Sour Bill slowly rose up from his position on the red tower and saw that Ralph, Vanellope, Felix, Calhoun and most of the racers had vanished from where they previously were. The only racers accounted for were the Palette Swaps.
"Uh…did all the others just get electrocuted by that weird crack and then disappear?" Sticky asked after a very long moment of silence.
"They did." Citrusella muttered with her eyes wide open.
"And now…we don't have a leader anymore, again." Nougetsia whispered in concern.
"Well, I might as well break the bad news to everyone here and in Game Central Station." Sour Bill said with a sigh, walking to the back of the tower to make it to the ground.
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Back in the Reds and Blues' world, Tucker was seen sitting asleep in his seat before he suddenly jolted awake with a small yelp.
"Tucker, what's the matter?" Simmons questioned as he and the others noticed this.
"Don't know. I just got this weird feeling that something super huge happened somewhere else and we're gonna be later involved in it somewhere." Tucker explained, rubbing the top of his helmet. "Do any of you know what that means?"
"Yeah. It means you're just thinking nonsense, dumbass." Grif replied with a dumbfounded expression behind his helmet.
"[That's what the rest of you idiots do.]" Lopez muttered, laying beneath Donut's feet.
"You're just being as paranoid as Wash, Blue." Sarge added.
"I heard that." Wash called from his pilot seat.
"You probably just had a bad dream, Tucker. I have those every time I fall asleep." Caboose told his teammate. "I sometimes dream about stuff on fire, or Tex acting all mean and scary, or even monsters walking out of my closet to scare me in my sleep."
"Caboose, that last one is just from that famous Pixar movie." Tucker said.
"Yeah. That was neat." Caboose admitted, earning some annoyed groans from the others.
"Anyway, I guess you guys are right. I mean, what could possibly happen that gets us involved?" Tucker questioned, not knowing how right he was.
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