Caboose, we have to break this neverending cycle of attack-and-retaliation either by a) convincing the two sides to live in peace, or b) by getting ourselves completely involved and kicking some serious ass! I vote b.
I have a plan, Sergeant, but we will have to move quick. Listen, [runs up to Sarge and whispers] whisper whisper whisper Do you think that will work?
That's your plan? All you said was 'whisper whisper whisper'.
I know, I just want to be the one with the plan for once.
[Sarge and Caboose's negotiation fails and the grunts continue to kill each other]
Wait! I can make them listen. I can beat them!
Son, What are you talkin' about?
O'Malley taught me how to be mean! I just have to (grunting) concentrate, on, bad, things, like milk! No, wait, red... Red Bull!
Son, I think you may have lost it. O'Malley is not inside your head anymore! He infected the Doc!
No, I can feel him! I just need to get angry and say, mean, things, like Your, brain, is, a mountain, of hatred!
I never thought I'd reach the moment in my life when I actually miss Grif...But here it is.
Now, I, am, thinking, about... kittens! Guh, kit-tens, cov-ered in spikes! That makes, me, angry!
[Caboose lets out a primal scream as he leaps down among Battle Creek players]
[He lands]
My name is Michael J. Caboose, and I hate babies!
It's the beast! The anti-flag, come to live among us and rule us for seven years! The end is nigh! [gets killed by "Evil Caboose"] Dyhurg!
RBRed, Blue, Red Soldiers
[they are standing in a row, Caboose mows them dow with sniper rifle] Ow! Wee! Wow!
[Simmons has saved Sarge and Caboose from Battle Creek]
What happened? The last thing I remember was a very mean kitten, and then we were in this janitor's closet, and my throat hurts, a lot.
What was that weird place Sarge?
Simmons, I have absolutely no idea.
[The Battle Creek teams confront each other]
RGRed Grunt
Well, I guess it's back to basics now! Get ready for destruction, Blues! We're gonna kick your ass! We have become death, destroyer of wo— Oh wait, hold on. I gotta take out the trash; I'll be right back.