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Cut to Doc O'Malley and Lopez's head in some sort of base.

O'Malley: (maniacal laughter) Yes, this place will do nicely for an evil lair. It's diabolically designed!

Doc: As a student of feng-shui, I can tell you this house is 88% good luck. Also, very breezy. I like the floorplan.

O'Malley: Quiet you fool.

Lopez: No mas quiero un cuarto solo para mí. No me gusta compartir con el vacío. [I just want my own room. I hate sharing with the vacuum.]

O'Malley: Hello? Is anyone home? Don't be alarmed, we're only here to kill you and take all your possessions. Excellent! No doubt our very presence, has scared everyone away! (evil laugh)

Doc: Why don't we just see if this place is listed by a licensed real estate agent?

O'Malley: Oh shut up!

Doc: But we don't even know if it's been inspected recently. It could need foundation work.

Lopez: Podría tener molde. [It could have mold.]

O'Malley: Both of you shut up. We're moving in and that's final. It has machine gun turrets, two living quarters with ample closet space, and a short commute to my secret laboratory! ...It's perfect.

Doc: Yeah, but what about the school district?

Lopez: No tenemos ningún niño. [We have no children.]

Doc: It's important to think about resale value, Lopez.

O'Malley: Resale value? Our plan is to rule the world! Not make prudent investments.

Lopez: Es importante tener un plan del retraso. [It's important to have a fallback plan.]

O'Malley: Oh shut up. We're moving in, that's final.

Doc: Hey look, a computer! Now I can finally update my blog.

Lopez: ¿Tienes un weblog? [You have a blog?]

Doc: Yeahah, it's great. It's just like being a real journalist, but without all the hassle of like liability and accuracy.

O'Malley: No, I need that computer for compiling evil formulas. And to rebuild the weather machine. Also to download music. (evil laugh)

Lopez: ¿Quien quiere un postal de googlé invita? [Does anyone want a g-mail invite?]

Doc: Ooh, I do!

Lopez: Tengo cuarenta mil a dar. Es muy exclusivo. [I only have 40,000. It's very exclusive.]

O'Malley: Where's the mouse thingy?

Doc: It has one of those red rubber dot thingies on the keyboard. That's way better than a mouse. I call it a nubbin. Who wants to touch my nubbin?

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Simmons hops up in the passenger seat of the jeep.

Grif: Hey, what're you doing?

Simmons: What does it look like I'm doing, I'm getting in the jeep.

Grif: What're we, on a date? Get in the back.

Simmons: Oh you're so insecure.

Sarge: (standing back up) Will you two shut up? We need to get this thing fixed.

Donut: I feel dizzy, Sarge...

Sarge: Oh, that's just blood loss. You'll make new blood, you just need some orange juice.

Tucker: What's the rush on getting this thing fixed, anyway?

Sarge: Listen dirtbag, I know on Blue Team you like to lollygag a bit-

Tucker: There is no Blue Team. It's all a lie. Red and Blue are the same.

Grif: Aw, don't start that crap again.

Simmons: You sound like a conspiracy nut when you talk about that stuff. The government put a chip in my brain.

Grif: The President can hear my thoughts.

Donut: We never landed on the sun.

Grif: (sharp inhale) They put fluoride in my water!

Simmons: Actually, that one's true.

Grif: It is? No wonder I listen to so much pop music.

Sarge: We're fixing the jeep because we need to be prepared. Just as our enemies are no doubt preparing to attack us at this very moment.

Tucker: But you guys think I'm your enemy, and I'm not preparing to do anything. 'Cept get L-A-I-D.

Simmons: ...

Grif: ...

Tucker: Laid.

Grif: Yeah, we can spell. We just think that was fucking weak.

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Sarge: (standing up) If you ladies are through gossipping, I could use some help fixing our vehicle.

Grif: Oh yeah, right, here let me try.

Sounds of the jeep starting up, then it moves a foot or two and grinds to a stop.

Sarge: Wait!

Donut: (still under the jeep) Ya-ya-yaaaoouwwwww!

Sarge: Donut, are you okay?

Donut: I was just, petting, the bunny. And then it went in to the soup can... and part of my hand went with it.

Sarge: (lying back down) Gehrururur...

Tucker: Bunny and hand soup, just like Mom used to make.

Sarge: Donut, I told you not to touch anything. You touched everything! That's the exact opposite of touching nothing!

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Cut to Simmons and Tucker.

Simmons: No, I don't think getting new rims for the jeep's a good idea.

Grif: (in the driver seat of the jeep) Oh come on! If we all kick in, we can get some spinners, some kickass subs, hydraulics!

Tucker: I'm in.

Simmons: Why?

Grif: Uh, for style?

Tucker: For chicks!

Simmons: What chicks, there's noone for miles. We don't even know if anyone's still alive.

Grif: What, suddenly you're a pessimist?

Tucker: Yeah, but if we do find some women, we will literally be the last men on Earth for them.

Grif: He's right.

Tucker: All my life I've had girls tell me, "not if you were the last man on Earth," haha. Well that may be true, but let's see what happens when I'm the last man on Earth with a sweetass pimped out ride, bitch.

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Fade in to a miscellaneous shot of wherever the Reds, Caboose and Tucker are.

Sarge: Donut, hold the light right there. No, not on me, on that. Why would I need the light, on my face?

Cut to Sarge and Donut lying under the jeep, mechanic-style.

Donut: Hey Sarge, what's that metal thing that looks like a bunny!? Ooh, ooh, and what's that other metal thing that looks like a soup can?

Sarge: Don't touch anything, Donut. Okay fellas, I think I've got it. Give her a crank. ...Guys? ...Hey, what in tarnation are you knuckleheads doing up there?

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