Hunting Time

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Fade into Grif still yelling like a walrus.

Grif: Nooooooooooo- Whoa!

He starts running back and forth to avoid sniper shots.

Grif: No! No no no!!

Below was donut, Sarge and Simmons in a line with sniper rifles aimed at Grif.

Sarge: That was close!

Simmons: Thank you, sir!

Grif: Nooo!

Sarge: Donut, you're going outta turn.

Donut: I thought I went after Simmons.

Sarge: No, we go in line. It goes you then me, then Simmons, then back down to me then you, then me then me, then Simmons then me then me then Simmons, me, me Simmons you Simmons me me me Simmons you. Me. Then me again. It makes perfect sense!

Simmons: But doesn't that mean you go twice as much? Or, ten times as much?

Sarge fires.

Grif: Ow!

Sarge: This is the best game since Grifball!

Grif glares at them.

Grif: I'm not comin' down!

Sarge: Hey Grif! Move back and forth like one of those ducks at the carnival!

Sarge fires again, but misses as Grif ducks.

Sarge: No, don't duck, that makes you harder to hit. Act like a duck!

Simmons: Wait a minute, that was my turn!

Sarge: This is the Lightning Round.

Simmons: Who's in the Lightning Round--

Sarge: Me.

Grif: Alright, screw this, I'm comin' down!

Sarge fires again

Grif: OW! I said I'm comin' down!

Sarge: Hyaha, buzzer beater! Take that you stupid duck.

Cut to Caboose, Tucker, Tex, Sabine and Ghost-Church standing outside the complex

Tucker: We haven't seen that alien thing come out, so he's probably still hiding in there.

Caboose: Or, eating Church!

Sabine: Metal and rubber Caboose.

Caboose: Even taster.

Sabine: Not even gonna ask.

Tex: Alright then. Let's roll.

Church: Okay... Here we go...

Brief silence.

Tucker: ...Uh, we're not moving.

Church: Yeah, yeah, okay. (clears throat) Here we go.

After awhile it gets really awkward.

Tucker: ...We're still not moving.

Caboose: Does talking count as moving?

Sabine: I think, maybe. (I just had to add that because I love it.)

Tex: (stepping forward) All right, screw it. You guys get behind me, and stay tight.

Tucker: Bow chicka bow wow. Ow!

Sabine smacked Tucker upside the head as Tex looks annoyed.

Tex: Never mind, Tucker's in front.

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