Team Effort by Dylan Rinald Hunter, Exile, Colleen, Blitz, Persia, Master, Shag, Storm (c) Warner Bros. Dawn, Amira (c) Dianne L. Craig (c) bigMmike Cobber (c) Mike Browner Star (c) Kat Gore Mike, Dylan (c) Dylan Rinald Alexander, Cactus Jake, Saundra (c) Robert Baer, Jr. DJ (c) Jake Williams Alethia (c) Kylen Miles Cricket (c) Emma Brown Dervish (c) Casey Johnson Stardust (c) Charity Gifford Penny (c) Nicole Messina Marauder (c) Jerimy Bass Guards are seen crossing back and forth in front of the warehouse. Dawn, Hunter, and Craig are hiding in the bushes nearby. Hunter pops out a map. HUNTER: Okay, now if we choose Route A then move to Checkpoint C, we can bypass Route B and avoid taking the risky Route C at Checkpoint B. DAWN: Hunter? HUNTER: Yeah? DAWN: If we had even the slightest idea what you were yapping about, I think things would be a lot easier. HUNTER: Oh...right... Craig looks to the left. CRAIG: Well forget Route A. Now it’s blocked. DAWN: How so? CRAIG: They closed the doors. DAWN: Well at least THAT makes some sense. HUNTER: What does? DAWN: *rolling her eyes* Forget it. HUNTER: Um....okay. Dawn shakes her head, runs her hand through her hair, then looks right. DAWN: Route B is busted. They added more soldiers. Bummers... CRAIG: *sighing* Guess we’ll have to go for Route C, or just break in. HUNTER: Tough choice... Craig and Dawn shake their heads. CRAIG: Anyway, can you hand me the scuba gear Dawn? DAWN: Sure thing. Dawn pulls out a snorkel from her bag. CRAIG: That’s it? DAWN: *shrugging* The Master said we were limited on supplies right now. It was the most I could scrounge up. HUNTER: Better than nothing I suppose. CRAIG: Yeah. Craig takes the snorkel. CRAIG: Okay, the stream is about 20 feet from here, but you two will have to distract the guards long enough for me to get around. HUNTER: Wait a second. Why do you get to be the one to go in? DAWN: Because he’s the best swimmer of the three of us. HUNTER: Oh right. Duh... Craig sighs, then puts on the snorkel. CRAIG: Okay, go for it, you guys. DAWN: *giving a thumbs up* Right. Dawn and Hunter jump out from the bushes and in front of the guards. DAWN & HUNTER: *making dumb faces* Pbbbbbbbbbbttttt!!!!!!!!!!! GUARD1: Hey!!!! Intruders!!!!! Get them!!!!!! Dawn runs right and Hunter runs left. The guards leave their posts, split up, and chase them frantically. Craig quietly sneaks out of the bushes and approaches the stream quickly. Suddenly another guard sees Craig and dashes at him. GUARD2: HEY YOU!!!!!!!!! The guard swings at Craig, but misses. Craig grabs him by the arm and sweeps the guard’s feet out from under him. The guard goes unconscious. CRAIG: Too easy... He dives into the stream. Meanwhile..... GUARD1: She went this way! The guards continue right, then stop dead in their tracks... we see a purple tent, with a sign saying, “Dawnota the Fortune Teller”. The guards cautiously enter the tent and see, seated in front of them at a table, a familiar-looking person in a robe of many colors, a purple veil, and she is handling a crystal ball. DAWNOTA: Cooomme..let me tell your fortunes... GUARD1: Um...well, I guess we can spare a minute, right guys? All the guards nod in agreement. GUARD1: Well, okay. He sits across from Dawnota. She begins to rub the crystal ball and begins to chant... DAWNOTA: Oh spirits from afar, souls high above, does this man see sadness, or does he see love? The crystal ball glows. Dawnota’s eyes open wide. GUARD1: What? What do you see? DAWNOTA: I see..... She holds her head. DAWNOTA: I SEEEEE........... ALL GUARDS: Yeeeees? Dawnota grins to herself. DAWNOTA: I see a bunch of suckers! GUARD1: Huh?! Dawnota stands abruptly. DAWNOTA: Llllllater losers! She throws a switch, and smoke comes from the crystal ball, then dashes off. The guards gasp for air, and run from the tent. GUARD1: I should’ve kno- *cough* wn it was a Ro- *gasp* ad Rover... Dawn pops out again, grinning. She now has no veil. DAWN: You boys give up yet? She runs off again as the guards give chase, though they are slowed down... Also meanwhile... GUARD2: Now where’d that Rover get to? The guards look around, but all stop and stare at a odd-looking figure far ahead of them. The figure is wearing a short white dress, high heels, a purple lace hat over curly blond hair, and bright red lipstick. The figure flickers “her” eyelashes then blows them a kiss. GUARD2: Hubba hubba!!!!!!! The guards race over and crowd around “her”. Naturally, they’re amazed, and keep whistling at “her”. GUARD3: And what’s your name, deary? HUNTRA: *in an innocent voice* Hee hee...Huntra, big boy... “She” winks at the guard. GUARD3: What’s a pretty dame like yourself doing out in a dangerous place like this, hm? HUNTRA: I was out for a walk when I apparently got a bit lost. Could you boys possibly tell me which way it is to Dakach? GUARD2: Where’s Dakach? HUNTRA: Right...here. “She” whips out a bottle of “perfume” and sprays the guards with it. They tumble backwards and fall on each other. HUNTRA: It’s called...Explusion. Later boys... “She” runs away, but the hat and wig fall off. GUARD2: It’s that Rover!! Don’t let him get away!! Back where we were before the meanwhiles... Craig swims steadily along the stream and reaches the side wall of the warehouse. He climbs up and out, and finds a door to the left. CRAIG: Bingo! He opens the door slowly and enters. He finds himself in the supply room. He whips out a flashlight. CRAIG: Okay, now where’s that main switch?..... He walks around, then finds a red button on the wall. It says, “Gate”. CRAIG: Simple enough. He pushes the button... Outside... we see Dawn runs around back to the main door. She notices Hunter coming from the opposite way. DAWN: Hunter!!!! HUNTER: On my way!! Both stop in front of the door. Dawn makes a sour face, then busts up laughing. HUNTER: What?! DAWN: *laughing* You make a great woman! HUNTER: *looking at himself* Oh geez! Guards come from both sides. GUARD1: There they are!!! Get them!!! DAWN: Uh oh. Trapped! Suddenly, the main door opens. Craig pops out. CRAIG: Dawn! Hunter! In here!! HUNTER: Alrighty!!!! They race inside, and Craig quickly pushes the close button. The door closes just before the guards can get in. CRAIG: Whew! *wipes forehead* Close one... DAWN: I’ll say. Craig looks at Hunter, then chuckles. CRAIG: Hunter the drag queen... heh heh. HUNTER: Oh knock it off. DAWN: Anyway, let’s hurry up and get this over with. HUNTER: Right. Let’s go. The three run around the crate-filled warehouse, shifting boxes and moving concrete blocks. Fortunately, no guards are inside. Hunter kicks open a crate, and dog biscuits pour out. His eyes light up. HUNTER: Whoa! Lunch!!! He picks one up, but Dawn snatches it away. DAWN: Not now, Hunter. Later. HUNTER: *pained look* But... DAWN: No buts. Work now, eat later. She walks away, but a crunch is heard. Hunter turns to Dawn, who now has a full mouth. HUNTER: Hey! I thought you said... DAWN: ...*muffled* Whaf? Doffa difpofe omf fe emifence. HUNTER: Huh? DAWN: *swallowing* I said-- Craig pushes another crate out of the way, revealing a doorway. CRAIG: *calling* Hey you guys! Over here! Dawn and Hunter run over to Craig. CRAIG: We better check it out. DAWN: You first. CRAIG: Okay. HUNTER: But I’m the leader, you two. I should go first. CRAIG: *backing away* If you insist... Hunter proceeds though the doorway and down a hall, Craig and Dawn following. They eventually reach what appears to be a dead end. DAWN: Dang! Nothing here. HUNTER: Well, that was a waste of time. Craig’s ears prick up. CRAIG: Shh! You hear that? Hunter and Dawn perk up their ears. A faint but distinct calling is heard. DAWN: It’s coming from in here. She bends down next to a nearby panel in the wall. She removes the panel, and... CRAIG: Holy crud! It’s Hillary Clinton! DAWN: And Amira!! Dawn pulls them put and unties them. Amira jumps up and hugs Dawn. AMIRA: Dawny! I was hoping you’d come!!! DAWN: Of course, Ami! Hillary dusts off her skirt. HILLARY: Geez, took you Rovers long enough. HUNTER: Sorry about that, Mrs. President. We had some trouble getting in. HILLARY: I’m sure...can we just get out of this place now? CRAIG: Okak okay. Sheesh. They all sigh, and slowly make their way back. Once back in the main area... HUNTER: Might as well radio for the choppers. DAWN: Right. She activates her walkie-talkie. DAWN: Husky Alpha! Come in Husky Alpha. Static, then Exile’s voice is heard. EXILE: Da, clear and loudski, Dawn. DAWN: We’re all set and ready to go! EXILE: Dokey okey! Be there in two shakes of a lab’s jiffy!! Husky Alpha outski! Dawn puts away the walkie-talkie. CRAIG: Okay, now what do we do? Suddenly, from above, the windows shatter, and soldiers fall into the warehouse, throwing the Rovers off guard. AMIRA: Well, I guess that answers your question, huh? The soldiers surround the Rovers and circle. They get ready to fight. HILLARY: Oh no!!!! Get me out of here NOW!!!!! NOW I tell you!! DAWN: Um, hello? Can’t. HILLARY: Why not?! Soldiers ready their guns. HILLARY: *hands on hips* Why didn’t you just say we’re surrounded?! AMIRA: Oh my--!! VOICE: Nice work. You’ve got them... HUNTER: *turning his head* That voice... A figure emerges from the shadows yards away. HUNTER: Storm!!!! STORM: Good guess, you mangy mutt! CRAIG: Go fig he was behind all this.. DAWN: Was there ever any doubt? CRAIG: Well.... STORM: SILENCE!!!! All freeze and stare at him. STORM: There. That’s better. He grins slyly. Dawn eyes him. DAWN: Lemme guess. You did all this for --- STORM: --Just phase 1 of my master plan. HUNTER: Which is.... STORM: Hostile takeover of the entire world!!!! Ha ha! CRAIG & AMIRA: *looking at each other and yawning* Boooooooooring... STORM: *eyes them and smiles* Oh you think so, huh? How’s about we kick things up a notch? HUNTER: You watch Emeril Lagasse too? Cool! DAWN: *imitating Emeril* BAM! STORM: Well....a little bit...but don’t think you’re so smart! He motions for two guards to come, snaps his fingers, and the guards run over to the nearby wall. STORM: I’ve been saving a little surprise for you Rovers. Enjoy the show! Ha ha ha ha ha!!!..... AMIRA: What do you suppose... DAWN: Oh I think I can guess this one correctly.. Loud crashing is heard, like an earthquake. Everyone looks to the far back, and some huge 60-foot thing (we’re being indiscrete here) breaks through the wall. HILLARY: Holy Christmas!! HUNTER: Yeah but that’s besides the fact. AMIRA: AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! CRAIG: Um...now..what? STORM: Meet my greatest war machine. X-KY7937727589853664588ABCDE-MNM!! All goes quiet for a moment. STORM: So?! No matter, it contains the latest in weapon technology. Enough to obliterate an entire building in 10 seconds! DAWN: Too slow... CRAIG: Yeah. Big whoop.. STORM: Rrrrrrrr......just for that.... He snaps his fingers, and a soldier hands him a remote control. He types in a sequence on the keypad. The X-KY7937727589853664588ABCDE-MNM (whatever!!) pounds across the floor, stops 10 feet from the Rovers, and aims its turrents. STORM: Say “Sayonara”, Road Rubbish!! The “thing’s” guns begin to charge, but the slowly begin to change their directions. Seeing this, the soldiers surrounding the Rovers slowly back away, then make a run for it, yelling and screaming. Storm looks around puzzled. STORM: Where are you all going?! Get back here!!!!! DAWN: Look out!!!!!!! Just as they all leap out of the way, the “thing” discharges and sends out tremendous energy beams that destroy hundreds of crates and blow holes in the walls nearby. STORM: What the..!!!!! He tries to fiddle with the controls. STORM: The thing won’t respond!!!!! The X-KY7937727589853664588ABCDE-MNM aims at Storm and shoots, barely missing him. He runs like a madman! STORM: THE THING’S OUT OF CONTROL!!!!!!!! HEEEELLPPPPP!!!!!!!!! He runs away..The thing continues to shoot at anything around it as it pounds its way towards the main gate. The group dashes to the gate, dodging blasts. Craig reaches the gate first, and attempts to open it. DAWN: Craig, hurry up and open it before we become blackened cajun canines!!! CRAIG: I’m trying! I’m trying! HILLARY: If anything happens to me, you’re going to hear from my husband! HUNTER: Yeah yeah! Whatever! Finally Craig manages to open the gate, and they all rush out. Seconds later, the X-KY7937727589853664588ABCDE-MNM breaks right though the wall and continues to follow. Meawhile... The SkyRover is seen soaring not too far from the action, but not in visibility yet. On board are Exile (piloting), Colleen, Star, Mike, and Cobber. COLLEEN: How far until we reach them? EXILE: Not longski, Colleen. COBBER: I hope we make it in time. MIKE: I’ll bet they’re getting more action than we are. COBBER: *smiling* Well they’re doing all the hard work, so that’s pretty obvious. MIKE: *nodding* Makes sense. Star is drinking a Pepsi. STAR: Ahhh...nothing like an ice cold Pepsi. MIKE: Star, that’s your fifth Pepsi in the past half hour. Don’t you think you’ve had enough already? STAR: *grinning* Can’t have too much joy of cola! *Burp* COLLEEN: Now there’s your comedy. EXILE: Comrades! Trouble off bowstar of boardski! All else roll their eyes. COBBER: Oh brother... COLLEEN: Get ready for a landing! MIKE: Right. The SkyRover descends. STAR: I’m not feeling too well...*burp* COBBER: See? You CAN have too much of the joy of cola. Back on the ground... All are still running from the X-KY7937727589853664588ABCDE-MNM (who thought up that name anyway?), which is causing destruction left and right. DAWN: How the heck do we stop this thing?! CRAIG: We need firepower! AMIRA: Anyone have any blasting stuff? No answers. AMIRA: That’s what I thought. HUNTER: But we have to do-- ouch! A ladder hits him on the head. He looks up and grabs on. EXILE: *from above* Everyone! Climb upski! CRAIG: They made it! Alleluia! The all grab the ladder and hang on. A blast from the X-KY7937727589853664588ABCDE-MNM (yeah yeah...) barely misses Dawn. DAWN: Yikes! We still have a problem, peoples! They all climb into the SkyRover. COLLEEN: Having a wee problem? HUNTER: You could say that. COBBER: *looking out* Crud! That thing’s huge!! MIKE: Got an idea. He runs to the back room...and emerges seconds later. STAR: What did you do? MIKE: Give it a minute. You’ll see. AMIRA: I don’t think we have a minute to spare! HILLARY: And I want to get back NOW! EXILE: Chillski. COLLEEN: *chuckling* How appropriate. X-KY7937727589853664588ABCDE-MNM fires again, this time at the SkyRover, and the craft shakes as the blast hits the back end. Everyone inside is thrown to the floor and walls. CRAIG: We’re hit! ALL ELSE: Duh!! HUNTER: We have to fight back. STAR: With what? Everyone else eye her cases of Pepsi behind her chair. STAR: Oooooh no! Not the Pepsi! AMIRA: Sorry Star. STAR: Nooooooooooo!!! MIKE: Only a few, Star. STAR: Oh.......okay then. All grab cans of Pepsi, then open the side door. COBBER: Try and aim for the target sensors. DAWN: And those would be? COBBER: That red area in the front. HUNTER: Ready? One...two...three!!! They all bombard X-KY7937727589853664588ABCDE-MNM with the cans. Some break open, some miss, but a few that do break smash the area directly and drench the target sensors with cola. X-KY7937727589853664588ABCDE-MNM’s guns begin to shoot awkwardly, some just missing the SkyRover. HUNTER: Okay....not as successful as planned... DAWN: Great! Now what? Suddenly a loud explosion is heard, and sparks fly from one of the turrents of the X-KY7937727589853664588ABCDE-MNM. Exile rushes back to the front of the SkyRover. EXILE: Lookski! It is Canius Minor!! COLLEEN: Now that’s better! MIKE: See? Told ya. Changes to the Canius Minor. We see Persia, the rest of the crew, DJ, Alethia, Cricket, and Blitz. PERSIA: Canius Minor to SkyRover. We’re here to help. HUNTER: *over transmission* We here ya! Who with you? PERSIA: DJ, Alethia, Cricket, and Fluffy. BLITZ: Blitz! ALETHIA: *whispering to DJ* Looks like Colleen’s rubbed off on her too. DJ: Makes sense to me. They smile. COLLEEN: *over transmission* Good thing you came in time! PERSIA: We’ll take it from here, Colleen. Alexander. Jake. Man the secondary offense. CACTUS JAKE: Gotch, Pers. ALEXANDER: Sure thing. They proceed out and to another room. PERSIA: All else, ready the main offense for the next attack. DJ: What do we do? PERSIA: DJ, go locate the auxiliary power and crank it up to max. We need full power on this sucker. DJ: I can do that. No problem. ALETHIA: I’ll help. The two go. PERSIA: Ready? Fire!!!!! We see another blast from the Canius Minor hit the X-KY7937727589853664588ABCDE-MNM and destroy the right gun turrent. Back on the SkyRover... DAWN: All right! They blew off one of the guns!! COBBER: Looks like we’ll be able to take care of this thing without a hitch. AMIRA: I dunno. There might be more to this hunk of junk than we think. HUNTER: Like how? The Canius Mior destroys the other gun turrent, and the X-KY7937727589853664588ABCDE-MNM (enough!) appears helpless and useless...for a moment or two... STAR: Well, that’s that. PERSIA: *over transmission* I think we can easily knock this thing out now...wait! What the-! MIKE: *looking out the door* Um, guys? We have a problem. EXILE: What? CRAIG: This thing ain’t done yet! Look!!! As they all look out, we notice that the X-KY7937727589853664588ABCDE-MNM has another weapon - its front area converts into a giant cannon of some sort, and its target sensors are functioning again, but it stopped moving. HUNTER: Uh oh... We now see DJ and Alethia making their way towards the generator room. DJ: Well that wasn’t so hard to find. ALETHIA: Yeah, after a few wrong turns. This ship has too many halls if you ask me. DJ: Anyway, let’s go do that --- The Canius Minor is shaken, for it has now received a direct hit. ALETHIA: *on the ground* What in the world was that? PERSIA: *over speaker* All repair crews report immediately! DJ looks out the near port. DJ: We’ve got trouble. ALETHIA: C’mon! We have to get to the generator and increase power! We’ll really need it now. DJ nods, and they race down the hall. Back in the control room... PERSIA: We need more power! Cricket, get on the comm for the generator room. CRICKET: Right! She runs over to the comm. CRICKET: DJ! Alethia! Are you there? Back in generator room... DJ: We here ya Crick! ALETHIA: Ask Persia what we do! PERSIA: *over comm now* Locate the auxiliary power source in the room. DJ and Alethia look around. Alethia finds a switch on the wall. ALETHIA: Found it. PERSIA: *over comm* Okay, just push the switch up as high as it will go. Alethia pushes up, but it won’t budge. ALETHIA: It won’t move. DJ: Lemme try. They both push. DJ: *struggling* Dang! It still won’t move! PERSIA: *over comm* Keep trying! Back in the SkyRover... All are thrown around the craft as the X-KY7937727589853664588ABCDE-MNM’s cannon aims and fires, hitting the left wing of the SkyRover. Dawn is flung towards the open door. DAWN: AAAAHHHHHH!!!! Just as she exits the craft, Cobber manages to dive over and grab her by the arm. COBBER: Gotcha! He pulls her back in. Dawn breathes heavily. COBBER: You okay? DAWN: Yeah. Thanks. The SkyRover shakes again as the right wing is dismantled. EXILE: We’re going downski!!! HUNTER: Hang on, Rovers!! The SkyRover plummets. STAR: HEEEEEEEEELLLLLPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!! It hits the barren ground, but surprisingly in good condition. All the Rovers slowly get up. CRAIG: Everyone okay? HILLARY: Oww...I think I twisted my ankle... COLLEEN: I’ll handle it. COBBER: No time for that! We gotta get out and fast! MIKE: C’mon! Hurry! All run out, with Hillary in the arms of Hunter. Back in the generator room... PERSIA: *over comm* DJ! Alethia! We need power now! The Canius Minor rumbles... PERSIA: *over comm* We can’t afford another direct hit! DJ: *struggling* It still won’t move! Alethia collaspes. ALETHIA: I’m exhausted. It just won’t move. DJ: *releasing* DANG IT!!!! He delivers a fist blow to the switch out of frustration. He reels in pain. DJ: OWWWW SHOOT!!!! The switch budges. ALETHIA: Deej!! You got it! She pushes up on the switch and it moves upwards easily. DJ: *rubbing his hand* Huh, who would’ve thought it was jammed up by a little rust. Back at the control room... SAUNDRA: Persia, auxiliary power is at full. PERSIA: *sighing with relief* They did it...Okay, charge weapons to full! We’re gonna blast this sucker to smithereens!! The Canius Minor blasts out a continuous barrage of shots, blowing of large pieces of the X-KY7937727589853664588ABCDE-MNM (too long!), and finally causing it to short-circuit and at last exploding in a massive burst of flames and smoke. Back on the ground... The Rovers cheer with excitement and joy. DAWN: Yahooooo!!!!!! Take that you overgrown scrap heap!! Ha ha ha! COBBER: *sighing* Now that was a rush.. HUNTER: Now that that’s over with... Cobber, Colleen, Mike, and Exile NOW notice Hunter’s apparel... COBBER: *cracking up* I just now took notice! New look Hunter? EXILE: *laughing* Da! HUNTER: *looking at himself* Oh geez... He rips off the dress, revealing his usual outfit, but... COLLEEN: Hunty, where did you manage to find that shade of red? HUNTER: Huh?.....oops... He wipes off the lipstick. MIKE: Now that’s funny! Star pops open a can of Pepsi. COBBER: *smiling* You’re never without a Pepsi, are you? STAR: Nope nope. She guzzles... AMIRA: By the way, where’s Storm? They hear a shuddering and whining in a nearby garbage can. DAWN: There’s your answer. She opens the can and, sure enough, there’s Storm huddled in it. He looks up at all the Rovers... STORM: Uh.....hi?? ~~~~~~~~~ At RRMC, everyone arrives, and we see Dervish, Stardust, Marauder, and Penny run up to them, and conversations begin. DERVISH: You guys made it back! How’d everything go? DAWN: You wouldn’t believe half the junk that happened. DERVISH: You mean I missed out on good stuff? Aw man... At one side... STARDUST: So who was behind the stuff this time? AMIRA: Turned out to be Storm again. What a chicken.. STARDUST: Why do you say that? AMIRA: I’ll explain later. At another side... MARAUDER: I thought you guys had hidden Star’s Pepsi stash. COBBER: Not well enough, unfortunately. She downed so many she’s starting to look like a can of Pepsi. MARAUDER: *laughing* Heh heh. I’ll bet. At yet another... PENNY: Hunter wore a dress? COLLEEN: He looked better in a dress than I do. PENNY: Lipstick too? COLLEEN: Naturally. PENNY: *snickering* Wish I had a photo... The Master appears. MASTER: Excellent job, Rovers. You managed to save Mrs. Clinton and Amira successfully, and put Zachary Storm back behind bars. You’re good, good dogs. HUNTER: Thanks. It was pretty easy. Dawn looks at Hunter. DAWN: Easy, huh? You wish. HUNTER: Whatever. MASTER: As reward, I have a special surprise for you all. He points at a long table. MASTER: Be seated. All the Rovers walk to the table and take seats. MASTER: *calling to his left* Dylan! Shag! Bring on the food! DYLAN: *from the kitchen* Sure thing, sir! From the kitchen emerge Dylan and Shag with plates of all sorts of delectable foods. The others, for the most part, are in disbelief. COBBER: *surprised* Dylan, you know how to cook? Dylan nods. DYLAN: Sure do, Cobb. Got a few pointers from Shag, but for the most part I experimented. SHAG: Rahh Rugg! He smiles, as do the others. DERVISH: Bring it on, dude! Dylan and Shag go in and out of the kitchen, placing new bits of food each run. Finally, they come out one last time and wipe their hands. MASTER: You may eat. In a flash, everyone grabs as much food as they can and stuff their faces. Smiles emerge. DJ: *wiping his mouth* Dang, Dyl! This is some great stuff you two cooked here! DAWN: *munching mashed potatoes* Mmm hmm!! COBBER: How did you guys manage to cook such good food in so little time? DYLAN: *smiling* I guess you could say it just took a little team effort. STAR: *Buuuurp* Ooooohh... They all laugh. The End