The tank is seen driving over a bridge, heading for Blue Base. Tucker exiting the base and freezes seeing the tank in front of him.

Tucker: Oh shit.

Caboose walks out from behind the tank.

Caboose: We are back.

Tucker: Caboose?! Christ, I thought you were in that thing. Wait, who is in that thing?

Wash exits the tank.

Wash: Hello, Private.

Tucker: Oh shit.

Wash: Tucker, what is the one thing I tell you each and every morning?

Tucker: Wake up.

Wash: The other thing.

Tucker: For the love of god, stop sleeping naked.

Wash: Don't let anyone touch the tank.

Tucker: Heh, okay I can see where you're going with this.

Wash: Until we're rescued, we need to be more mindful of the supplies that we have.

Tucker: I know, I know. Ration the food, maintain our equipment.

Caboose: Brush your teeth, don't talk to strangers, try not to shoot anyone while they're trying to brush their teeth.

Wash: And always report in to me.

Tucker: Do we have to?

Wash: Yes. I even put up that old Blue Team organizational chart to help demonstrate the point.

Cut to a view of the Blue team's organization chart

Tucker: Yeah, but we never really listened to that. Church just kinda shouted orders and we'd get around to them...eventually. Or we wouldn't, whatever.

Caboose: He was an inspiration to us all.

Wash: Well Church, the girls, and Delta and Theta decided to run off without so much as a goodbye. So it's up to Cal and I to keep us all together. Maybe if someone hadn't have crashed the ship, we wouldn't be in this mess.

Tucker: Whoa, wait a second. Why are you looking at me when you say that?

Wash: I just have a hard time believing that thousands of well trained crew members were to blame for the incident.

Tucker: Well they definitely didn't survive it. Ah ha ha ha. Ahem.

Wash: Wow.

Tucker: Yeah.

Wash: You proud of yourself?

Tucker: No.

Caboose: Yeah that was, that's too soon. Prob-probably too soon for sound effects too. (makes sound effects) "Meeer. Oh god help us, Kapow."  Yeah that's too soon.

Tucker: Where is Slade anyways?

Wash: He said there was something on the ship he needed to check.

Tucker: No he didn't. The dude hasn't been talking at all since we got here.

The Blues look and see Kan heading for Red Base.

Wash: Hey, Kan!

The Elite Ultra turns.

Kan: Yes?

Wash: Where's Cal? I need his help with the tower.

Kan: He is working on something. He doesn't wish to be disturbed.

Wash and Tucker exchange glances as Kan continues towards Red Base.

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In Red Base, Sarge approaches Grif and Simmons outside.

Sarge: Absolutely unacceptable!

Simmons: I couldn't agree more, sir.

Grif: But you have no idea what he's going to say.

Simmons: Oh, right yeah, just got a little excited.

Grif: You are the worst kind of person.

Kan approaches them.

Kan: All of you are the worst.

Grif: Why are you here?

Kan: Someone has to be sure you don't steal or eat any more rations from the ship.

Sarge: Quiet morons, we've got a situation on our hands.

Grif: Which is?

Sarge: The deplorable condition of Red Base.

Grif: You're still hung up on that? We're stranded in the middle of nowhere surrounded by a mysterious, and seemingly uninhabited jungle might I add, and you're worried about the condition of our makeshift fort?

Simmons: Besides, I don't think our base is even that bad.

Grif: Well...I wouldn't say that.

Simmons: What? What's wrong with it?

Grif: Seriously? There's an enormous hole in the roof. Every night it rains, I get washed into the corner!

Kan: You are pathetic. I have slept during when plasma bolts and energy cannons fired in the dead of space, and yet you complain of being drenched?

Grif: Sorry some of us haven't fought in ACTUAL wars.

Kan: That statement couldn't be more accurate.

Simmons: Oh, well, yeah there's that, but I mean overall.

Sarge: And the majority of the west wing is made up of sand bags and rain tarps.

Grif: Which reminds me. If we have rain tarps, why aren't we using them to cover up the hole in the roof?

Simmons: Listen, I think you guys are blowing this whole thing a little out of proportion.

Grif: You're just saying that because you're the one that designed the base.

Simmons: Well I did a better job than you would have done.

Sarge: That's not saying much.

Kan: Quite.

Grif: I bet I could at least do it in a better location.

Simmons: But this is the best location. The sunlight is perfect for maintaining my vegetable garden and the faulty engine from the ship should keep us warm all winter.

Sarge: But aren't slipspace engines extremely radioactive?

Grif: Well that would explain why my hair keeps falling out and why all your cabbages have three heads.

Simmons: I thought I was just really good at farming.

Grif: No Simmons, you're good at other things. Like always being on time, maintaining your virginity.

Grif runs towards Red Base.

Simmons: (yelling) Oh yeah, well we'll see who's laughing when my garden produces a bountiful crop in the coming harvest!

Grif: Glad to hear you still have that virginity on lock-down buddy.

Kan: Why do the gods forsake me? (walks off)