Narrator: Meanwhile, over 100 kilometers away.
Pronto: I think I'm thirsty enough, now. I'm about to pass out.
Nick: Okay. . . If yer gonna drink, I'm gonna drink, too.
Elf: Fine. We all drink.
Elf: Sergeant?
Schlock: I found some reeds and made straws. Will that help?
Pronto: If I close my eyes maybe I can pretend you're just a fat, warm Camelbak.