Bacon and Hobbes: The Purple Doll.

Pvt. Paterson was on edge. This was his first mission in South Africa and he was beyond nervous.

The mission was a simple move to stop weapons dealers, but these guys were ruthless. AK-47's, grenades, and a hell of a lot of machetes. Luckily he had his favorite, diamond encrusted Mp-7 to keep him company. Why it was encrusted with diamonds, he would never know. But that didn't matter!

And then he heard the signal over his helmet.

"Search and Destroy. Stay focused. Stay alive."

And then his squad rushed into the fray, him included. With the confidence of an arrogant 8 year old girl, Pvt. Paterson began his trek through the run down slums, taking down a few enemy soldiers as he went on his way. His objective was located in a small house and there wasn't a single enemy in sight.

With a cocky smirk plastered on his face, he approached the small, red house with his sub machine gun in tow. The first room he cleared was the kitchen that had been ruined by gunfire and shrapnel. The cabinets were bare and the refrigerator had been ransacked and knocked onto the floor. No sign of the enemy and the bomb is RIGHT THERE.

With a greedy grin, the fool rushed into the next room and began planting the bomb on a box labeled with a large white A. And than he heard it.

CHICK-CHICK BOOM!

And the career of Pvt. Paterson was over in a short second.

"Aww you freakin NOOB!"

"Damn it Bacon and Shells 42! Look around the corners!"

"I'm gonna find you and KILL YOU!"

With a loud shriek, Bacon ignored the voices of her disappointed teammates and hurled her white controller onto the floor. "Dang it Twilight! That's the fifth time today! Stop CAMPING!"

Hobbes was reduced to a laughing wreck, and Twilight was trying her best to repress a few giggles. "What? I'm not gonna run out there and get myself killed." Twilight replied, with a purple hoof pressed against her mouth in a losing effort to suppress giggles. 'It's called strategy!"

"HAHAHAHAHA! D-id hear those guys on the other team!? They called you a noob! HAHAHAHAHAHA."

"Shut up! It's because of these stupid hooves!" But her excuse fell on deaf ears. So she resorted Plan B. "MOOOOOOM Twilight and Hobbes are laughing at me!"

With a disappointed frown on her face and a wooden spoon in her hand, Susie poked her head out of the kitchen doorway. "What did I say about playing Call of Duty? It's just a bunch of pointless violence and gore!" Susie stated, as she pointed her wooden spoon at the annoyed filly. "Now stop complaining about being a noob and go outside."

"Daaaaaaaad! Mom is being a poop face!"

"Listen to your mother, Bacon." Calvin ordered, still reading a newspaper from his seat at the kitchen table.

"Fine! I was leaving anyway!"