We've got a dirty bomb. And the bastard is planning to use it.

Our job is to get down there and make sure never get the chance.

We can't run the risk of spooking them.

So, we go in hard, fast and quietly.

There is no room for mistakes.

But if something goes wrong,

we've got Sergeant Pugsley.

Now I know what you're thinking.

He's a maverick, maybe even a little old.

But he's the best damn sniper there is.

Any questions?

Errr, yeah...

That's a dog.

That's not a question private.

That's a dog?

Much better.

Let's move out!

NO!

GUYS!

Hmm, four letters. Sommet you say to express pain.

Warh!

Nah, it starts with an A.

Argh!

*Shooty shooty silenced bang bangs*

Er, Sir! Can we talk about Sergeant Pugsley for a minute please.

That damn maverick.

Yeah, sure. I'm not really comfortable with him being apart of the team.

What?

Y'know on account of the fact that he is a d-Aaa!

Quiet! How did you find out?

It's kind of obvious...

Damn it! Look the others don't need to know...

About his drinking problem.

What?

I don't care if he's a drinker.

The question is how did he get in the army in the first place?!

Oh! You want to bring back Don't Ask Don't Tell?!

If the question is "Are you a dog?" then YES!

You won't be so quick to judge when Sergeant Pugsley is saving you from an

AMBUSH!

*Fighty fighty punch shoot*

He doesn't even have thumbs!

LEAVE YOUR PREJUDICES AT HOME SOLDIER!!

(In a high pitched voice) IT'S AN AMBUSH!!

*More shooty bang bang*

*Pug*

*Mass amounts of the shooty bang*

Dammit Pugsley!

Why didn't you warn us?!

BECAUSE HE CAN'T TALK!

*Shooty deathy bang bang*

OF COURSE! That damn maverick has a plan!

That son of a bitch has balls!

No he doesn't! HE DOESN'T HAVE BALLS!

Ooooh! Is that a problem?!

I mean, they were cut off!!

(In a high pitched voice) Oooh! Is that a problem?!

NOT NOW PRIVATE NO PRIVATES!!

Dammit Pugsley where is our cover fire!

SIR, THERE IS NO COVER FIRE BECAUSE DOGS CAN'T FIRE GUNS!

I MEAN WHAT'S NEXT A HAMSTER IN A PLANE?!

Don't be ridiculous!

(In mourning) Captain Squeakers.

*Guns clock*

Alright, I admit it...

Sergeant Pugsley...

Is a dog.

Yeah.

(In a high pitched voice) WHAT?!

He may well be a dog...

And an alcoholic.

He also poops outdoors, but by God!

He's the best damn soldier i've ever had the privilege of w-

You just couldn't afford a dog sitter, could you?

They're really expensive...

*Shooty bang! Shooty bang!*

He is a maverick!

Who's a good boy?!

It's you!

Meow.

You couldn't save us all Pugsley.