(gentle music)
- Man I don't know why
we don't just hang out
and enjoy the map more often.
Always running around, getting loot
and killing people.
Nice to just relax for once.
- Right?
And this house is perfect.
So far away from it all.
I mean, it would take forever
to have to get to the
center of the island.
- Good thing there's
nothing forcibly rushing us
towards the center.
- I think we've all deserved a nice nap.
(storm alerts)
Oh (beep), the storm!
(lively rock music)
- Don't panic, don't panic, don't panic.
(shouts) We need wood.
(wood bangs)
- Maybe the TV will tell us something.
Hello?
What's the news?
Does anyone know the weather channel?
- Come on, we gotta go.
(footsteps depart)
(gentle music)
(footsteps approach)
(soft music)
Okay.
The good news is the storm is far away
but that means it's moving quickly.
- This never would've happened
if I just kept my office job.
Good, good (chuckles).
Everything is starting to stabilize here.
What the...
Wait, wait, wait, wait,
can you, can you hear me?
(air whooshing)
(gunshots thunder)
(footsteps approach)
(soft music)
- Whew, okay, that was close.
- We gotta stay on our feet.
The storm's gonna move again soon.
- Guys, I don't want to alarm anyone
but it looks like we're about
to witness a bloody battle
between some teddy bears
and some garden gnomes.
(footsteps approach)
- Whoa, I wonder how that happened.
- I'll tell you how it happened?
Generations of warfare,
a deep rooted hatred of one another
that has grown bloodier
and bloodier by the decade.
- This land was built
on the backs of gnomes
and our people have been marginalized,
put to the back in society.
It's time for a gnome revolution.
- A-G-A-B, "All Gnomes Are Bad."
- That's it like the Ken and Oliver.
- Roll out the tanks Reginald.
- What?
That's not fair.
You get tanks
and all I've got is this old
ass Canon from the 1850s.
- Would you idiots cut it out.
We're gonna have to start moving again.
(storm alerts)
- Come on, let's get out of here.
(footsteps depart)
(footsteps approach)
- Okay, time for a breather.
- Huh, you can relax if you'd like,
but I'm gonna take this
time to turn around
and mock this slow, stupid stu--
(soft music)
- Roche is everything okay?
Oh my God.
(storm alerts)
- Shoot at it!
(gunshots thunder)
(river roars)
- What the heck,
we can just swim in the storm like this?
- We're almost out of it.
Keep swimming.
♪ Just keep swimming ♪
♪ Just keep swimming ♪
- Here we go.
We're gonna make it.
(gradual music)
(bangs)
(clashing sounds)
(lively rock music)
