The Hocotatian captain was counting his Pikmin. He was a long way away from his ship, and unfortunately he had taken Louie with him which would make getting back to base a lot more difficult and time-consuming than it needed to be. Captain Olimar let out a sigh as he arranged the Pikmin by color before ordering them back to the Onion.

"Reds, purples, blues... all done," he murmured, his voice barely stirring the air inside his helmet. He glanced off towards his rather unhelpful associate while he continued to sort through the treasures and food they had found that day.