(brassy orchestral music)
- Okay, looks like my duos
partner landed somewhere
in Junk Junction.
(exasperated grunt)
He's gotta be around here somewhere.
- [Burger] Tomato?
Tomato!
- Oh, you've gotta be be kidding me!
- [Burger] Think fast!
(glass smashes)
(Tomato sighs)
(bright orchestral music)
- Dude, you definitely saw
me drop at The Volcano,
what are you doing all the way out here?
- Getting meds and guns, silly.
- What, where did you get that?
- In The Junkyard.
Ah, nothing left over there, pal.
Except for a common pistol
under a rusty Honda.
(rustling)
- Gah!
- Ooh, (blood squelches) Ketchup!
- And look, I've arranged
a nice place for you
to rest your big, red head.
- What, eww, no!
I am not living in here.
- But I put all this hard work in
to making you a nice space.
- This couch smells like a
bunch of dogs peed on it.
- It's got character!
And perhaps the best part of the property,
a big stack of cars that don't work.
- [Tomato] Why would anybody
want that near their property?
- I can get rid of it.
- [Tomato] Dude, I'm not
even living in Junk Junction,
so it doesn't even matter to me--
(metal crashing)
- Hmm, we're gonna need more French Fries.
(bouncy music)
- Aah, this is more my
style, Lonely Lodge.
(wood shattering)
Apparently not lonely enough.
- Oh man, the great outdoors!
I wonder where I can find some firewood.
Hey look, there's a
tent for us to sleep in.
- No, I'm not gonna
sleep in some random tent
that God knows who set up.
My parents used to own
a cabin around here,
I bet I can find it.
- Oh, come on, that's not real camping!
- Forget "real camping",
I'm not wait out here
to be attacked by a bear or something.
- (scoffs) There's no bears out here.
(gun bangs)
(groaning)
- Okay, there's one bear out here.
(bouncy orchestral music)
- Wow, I can't believe it, here it is!
So many irreplaceable memories.
- [Burger] All right, let's go.
(bricks shatter)
Wow, it's nice in here, what's this?
- That's Tomato Town,
my old Grand-Pappy built
that fast food chain with his bare hands.
This photo is really the
last thing we have of him.
(flames roaring)
- Whoops.
(chuckles)
- All right, I think coming
in here was maybe a bad idea.
- What, no, this place is great!
I especially love all
the opened ammo crates.
- What?
- Yeah, somebody's been
going through all your stuff.
- Oh my God, you're right,
we've gotta be on high alert.
- Sit tight pal, I'm gonna
head to that overlook,
that way I can spot 'em.
- Dude, no, let's stick together.
- All right, I don't see anything.
I'm gonna clear some trees
to get a better view.
(rocket whistles)
(bricks explode)
- [Tomato] Dude!
- Wow, buns for brains
over here, my bad, pal.
- [Tomato] Wait, there he is!
(fast moving footsteps)
- I've got visuals on him, Tomato.
He's behind the house, let's
hope I can through that far.
(Burger grunts)
Phew, we made it over the house.
(grenade thuds)
(big explosion)
I think we've found us some firewood.
(bouncy orchestral music)
