<Excited Beeping>

Commie ghosts what don't know they're dead. Hoping to steal our rockets so they can fly up and paint the moon pink and draw a Lenin face on it.

Well, says No-bark, we got a chupacabra with an automatic weapon. And that's when they get real quiet, 'cause now they see the predicament we're in.

Also, I might have... umm... sort of... plowed his daughter. A little.

Truth is, the game was rigged from the start.