Foxy, bursting into the galley: Hows the grub coming, guys?
Jack, noticing the boiling pot that Tammy was supposed to watch: It’s coming along fine. [Fade to dinner table. Everyone is seated as Tammy presents the food. She places a fresh green salad, with light vinaigrette dressing, a basket of breadsticks, and a huge plate of fettucine alfredo onto the table. everyone eats hungrily, but with manners…except Dale.] Gadget: Chip, pass the breadsticks. [Chip passes the breadsticks. Wescott gains boldness between mouthfuls of the fettucine and comments on the food] Wescott: Tammy, this is some of the greatest food I have ever eaten! [Tammy blushes] Tammy, thinking to self: Hmm…That’s one way of getting to him…food. I’ll have to try some other recipes. Wescott, you’re mine. [Foxglove raises her glass] Foxglove: Everyone, I would like to propose a toast. To the Rescue Rangers, that they may always be looked to as a sign of hope for peace. Everyone: Hear! Hear! [Everyone raises his or her glass, brings glasses together with a resounding ding] Ev
