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[This is little while after Denmark loses his clothes. In fact, you can probably see naked Denmark over Ameria's shoulder somewhere. Or maybe he's on the bank. Hell if I know.
But where is America? Well, he's staring into the camera, clinging to what looks like a grandfather clock, and he's soaking wet. Yes. He's in the river. He could honestly be walking, but he's just. Swimming. He also finally looks about proper age. And he's dressed like a cowboy thanks to Miria.]
I found something to ford the river on! And isn't it a beauty? Bet I can get the thing working again once we're back in the city. I don't know what's on the other side, but I'm gonna find out! At least--
[SPLASH and the screen shows some muddy water for a moment before America reappears on screen, even more wet than before.]
--at least it's not as fast or big as the Colorado! You ever tried to cross that thing? I swear, it'll sweep the feet out from under a horse. All that new territory--you guys can't even imagine how good it feels! Look, look at this.
[He stands upright, rolling up his sleeve to reveal some pretty awesome guns.] That's thousands of miles of former Spanish territory that's rightly mine, especially after the Alamo. Mexico better know that I'm never gonna forget that. But I've got a shiny new state and a kickin' body to show for it! God really loves me.
[Unless you count the dysentery. And the growing internal problems. BUT THAT'S ANOTHER STORY. America hoists himself back on the clock and goes back to swimming his way across the river. He slips again, and this time when he resurfaces, he's looking down the river in horror.]
Aw hell, I lost the clock!
[And he puts his communicator in his teeth and starts bounding after it. People on the shore and crossing the river... you guys, I don't even know. There are worse things than his dancing extravaganza I guess.]
But where is America? Well, he's staring into the camera, clinging to what looks like a grandfather clock, and he's soaking wet. Yes. He's in the river. He could honestly be walking, but he's just. Swimming. He also finally looks about proper age. And he's dressed like a cowboy thanks to Miria.]
I found something to ford the river on! And isn't it a beauty? Bet I can get the thing working again once we're back in the city. I don't know what's on the other side, but I'm gonna find out! At least--
[SPLASH and the screen shows some muddy water for a moment before America reappears on screen, even more wet than before.]
--at least it's not as fast or big as the Colorado! You ever tried to cross that thing? I swear, it'll sweep the feet out from under a horse. All that new territory--you guys can't even imagine how good it feels! Look, look at this.
[He stands upright, rolling up his sleeve to reveal some pretty awesome guns.] That's thousands of miles of former Spanish territory that's rightly mine, especially after the Alamo. Mexico better know that I'm never gonna forget that. But I've got a shiny new state and a kickin' body to show for it! God really loves me.
[Unless you count the dysentery. And the growing internal problems. BUT THAT'S ANOTHER STORY. America hoists himself back on the clock and goes back to swimming his way across the river. He slips again, and this time when he resurfaces, he's looking down the river in horror.]
Aw hell, I lost the clock!
[And he puts his communicator in his teeth and starts bounding after it. People on the shore and crossing the river... you guys, I don't even know. There are worse things than his dancing extravaganza I guess.]
