Antarctica

*the foursome are waddling along the frozen desert, well one of them is limping*

Skipper: "So...Private. How did u come to find out about this boot thingy?"

Private: "While I was waddling along, & I saw it there. Humans got in it, & it just started moving away."

Skipper: "If it started moving away, wouldn't that mean it isn't there anymore?"

Private: "Oh, it was at night when I witnessed this. The volgende morning, another boot was there."

Skipper: "So...It's a reoccurring thing then?"

Private: "I suppose. I don't see any other explanation."

Skipper: "Whatever u say..." Something feels a little...off...

Rico: "Hm, hm, hm, ka, bla, mo, hm, hm, hm..."

Kowalski: "Are u sure we're going the right way? There doesn't seem to be a lot of water for miles!"

Private: "Yes! I know what I'm doing! Don't u trust me?"

Kowalski: "OK! u don't have to get so angry, I was just asking..."

Private: "I'm sorry. I guess I'm still just a little broken up from my mum's death."

Kowalski: "It's fine. I understand."

Skipper: OK, I know he's up to something...but what could he possibly be up to? He looks so innocent. Hmmmmm...

Kowalski: "It's getting late. And Private, u do need to rest that ankle."

Private: "Yeah. *yawn* I suppose we should hit the sack then."

*the foursome take a place in the snow & begin to sleep*

Private: *staring at Skipper with anger in his eyes* How can u sleep?! u sleep so peacefully after what u did to my mother. How could you?! Have u no soul!? I can't wait for tomorrow. You'll get what's comin' to u soon enough Skipper...

The volgende Morning...

Private: *awakes, & sees others still sleeping, walks over to Skipper, & hits him in the head with his crutch*

Skipper: *wakes with a start* "OW! What was that for!?"

Private: "Sorry, I was trying to wake you, I didn't mean to hit u that hard."

Skipper: "I'm fine. Let's wake the others."

Private: Idiot...

Skipper/Private: *wakes others*

Skipper: "Wakey, wakey, soldiers. It's morning."

Private: "Skipper, why do u call everyone soldier?"

Skipper: "No reason really. Just...picked it up from a friend."

Private: "Um...OK. We'd better get moving."

Kowalski: "Where can we find food?"

Private: "Oh, we don't have much further till kruis a small pond. No worries."

Skipper: "Roll out."

To Be Continued...