Valhalla/Red Base
On top of Red base, everyone is standing in front of Grif.

Grif: You want me? To piss the blue guys as much as I can, to keep their attention on me. While, you guys sneak in through the back and take our flag.

Sarge: That's exactly correct, Private Grif!

Grif: ...Fuck that! I'm not getting my self killed!

Sarge slowly begins to raise his shotgun.

Sarge: I wasn't asking.

Leo puts his hand on Sarge shotgun and lowers it down.

Leo: (Sighs) Come on, Grif. You know Sarge, won't quit until we get our flag back. Besides, if we do get it back you can finally relax for awhile!

Grif: I won't be able to relax, if I'm dead!

Simmons: What if we did a deal?

Grif: What type of deal?

Simmons: If you help us with this, we'll... give you Leo's Oreo collection.

Grif/Leo: WHAT!?

Simmons: How does that sound?

Grif: Deal!

Leo: Hell no! I've been stacking that collection for years, now!

Simmons: Well, it's either that or a grumpy, Sarge!

Simmons points at Sarge, who's currently angrily muttering something under his breath.

Simmons: Which one do you, prefer.

Leo honestly didn't like seeing Sarge upset. So, with a sigh, Leo looks back at Grif and nods his head... with some will power.

Leo: (Mutters) Deal.

Grif: I'm sorry, could you say that again?

Leo: I said, deal!

Simmons: Alright then, now that Grif's in the plan. What's next Sarge?

Sarge: Now.. let's get our flag back!

Blue Base
Behind Blue Base, Wash was sitting on a small crate, disassembling and reassembling his battle rifle. While on the outside Wash seemed calm and focused, on the inside he's puzzled to why the reds and blues helped him.

Sure, he helped them in the past and Tucker says they needed to "Even the teams". But, it still doesn't make sense to him. He betrayed them, killed their friend, threaten them and hunted them down.

But, here they are with... open arm. The only one to show suspicion of him was, Wade and he didn't blame him. He would be weary of himself to.

So, why are they doing this for me?

Before, he could think more about it Caboose comes running out of the base, stopping right next to him.

Caboose: Church! Church!

Wash: Caboose, it's not Church remember? It's me, Washington.

Caboose: Oh, right! Sorry, about that Washingtub!

Wash: (Sighs) It's fine Caboose, what is it you want?

Caboose: Uh.. Tucker and Wade, wanted me to get you.

Wash: Why?

Caboose: It might have something to do with Grif, yelling at them.

Wash: Wait what?

Caboose: Yeah.. he's been their for the past five minutes.

Wash: And they haven't done anything? Let me take a look.

Wash hops off the Crate and heads to the top of the base, where he says Tucker and Wade looking down at the front of the base. The closer he got to them, the more he could clearly hear Grif yelling.

Grif: -EY BLUES! YOU SUCK, YOUR COLOURS SUCKS AND EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU'S SUCK!

Wash walks up beside Tucker and Wade who are still watching Grif rant about us.

Wash: Can one of you two explain to me, what's going on?

Tucker: No fucking clue, man. One second Wade and I are just standing guard and Grif just comes up running and yelling crap at us.

Wade: He's been like this for awhile, now.

Wash: Why haven't you two dealt with him, yet.

Tucker: (Shrugs) Don't know, really.

Wade: It is a bit entertaining to be honest.

Grif continues to rant on about much the blues suck and how they suck... technically he's just yelling they suck.

Wash: Ok, that's enough! What do you want?

Grif: Just came to remind you guys, how much you suck!

Tucker: You seem to like talking about sucking, bow chica bow wow!

Wade: Is this about the flag?

Grif: Uh, no! What don't you go off and burn some dead grass, isn't that what kids do these days!

Wade: Can I just shoot him?

Wash: No.

Tucker: You done screwing with us, prick!

Grif: At least I'm not screwing aliens!

Tucker: Ooh ok, now I want to shoot him.

Wash: None of us are going to shoot him!

Grif: Hey Wash! Must of been pretty embarrassing to wet the bed!

Wash: ....Ok, now we can shoot him.

They all aim there weapons at Grif.

Grif: ....Oh shit.

They all start firing around Grif's feet, causing him to start running around to avoid the rain of bullets.

Grif: Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! SHIT! SHIT!

Over by a rock nearby Leo, Sarge and Simmons are watching the whole thing playing out.

Simmons: Looks like he's got their attention, now

Leo: Let's just hope he doesn't get killed.

Sarge: Well, let's not get are hopes up just yet. Now, come on!

They begin to sneak past the rocks and across the river, unnoticed. They stealthy sneak towards the back of the blues base and quietly go inside.

Once there inside they begin to search around the place, wondering where they could of hidden the flag.

Simmons: It's got to be around here somewhere.

Leo: Yeah, it doesn't look like there's a lot of places to hide it.

Sarge: Just keep searching, men! Those darn blues can't flag forever.

Simmons: Can't they, tho?

Sarge: Well, um.. yes, but we won't let them!

???: Hello!

They all quickly spun around to see who spoke, only to see Caboose happily waving at them.

Caboose: I didn't know you guys we're coming to visit!

Simmons: Uh.. yeah, to visit.

Sarge raises his shotgun.

Sarge: We're you keeping our flag!

Caboose: Oh, just in the closet.

Leo: Closet?

Caboose: It's just behind you guys.

Of course everyone looks behind them to see a door.

Leo: How did none of us, see that.

Caboose: I sometimes forget where it is, too.

Simmons goes to the closet and opens it, revealing the glorious red flag.

Simmons: Huh, he was right. Hey Caboose where is your flag?

Caboose: We buried it.

Simmons: You what!?

Leo: Guess that explains why could never find it. Uh, thanks Caboose!

Caboose: Your welcome, Peo!

Leo: (Groans) Not again.

Sarge: Enough chit-chat, men! Let's get our flag back to where it belongs!

Simmons grabbed the flag and they started to making there way out of the base, leaving through the back entrance. Caboose stayed put and just causally waved goodbye to them.

Caboose: Thanks for visiting!

Once the reds where out, they started to sneak their way back the way the came from.

Simmons: That was easier then expected.

Sarge: Told you boys my master plan would work!

Leo: Guess you were, right Sarge. Hey you guys think Grif is alright?

Currently, back to the blues and Grif. Grif is still running around, panting heavily. The blues have slowed down their firing, when they began shooting at him.

Wade: This is pretty sad to watch, now.

Tucker: At least the fat-ass is finally getting a work out.

Back to the reds, standing behind a rock.

Sarge: He'll be fine... probably. Now, let's get this flag back home.

As the reds started to make there way across Valhalla, Leo looked around until his eyes landed on something on the Canyon wall.

Leo: Uhh.. guys.

Simmons and Sarge stop and face Leo.

Sarge: What is it, son?

Leo: Do you guys see that?

Leo points towards the cliff wall, where they spot something aqua climbing down the cliff with some sort of rope.

Simmons: What is that?

Leo takes a closer look.

Leo: More like... who is that?

The End
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Author: Hopefully this didn't turn out as horrible then I expected. But, yeah hope you guys enjoyed reading this and get prepared for the long awaited family reunion!