marooned on a strange planet

scout team one calling base.
I read you, scout team. what is it?
we have a problem. we're stuck on this planet, and don't know how to get off.
what do you mean? just beam up like usual.
yeah, well, we'd love to, but we sort of lost our device.
whaddya mean, you sort of lost it?
well, you see, they have these things here called cell phones?
so?
yeah, well we accidentally picked up one of those, and left our device on a park bench.
dammit carl!
tell me about it. when we went back to get it, it was gone. so now, some human is walking around trying to make a call with an Arcturan particle beam disintegrater.
jesus h. christ! he's liable to obliterate an entire building!
yeah, but we've noticed that they seem to tear down everything worthwhile on this miserable excuse for a planet.
so then, maybe no one will notice.
that's what we're kinda hoping.