Guapo and Fraz had to deliver a package to The Land of Sand and More Sand, which brought back horrible memories.

"Do we have to deliver here? I'm already getting flashbacks!" Fraz whimpered.

"It's okay, Frazzy, I brought extra soda." Guapo said.

"Alright we should be almost there, where we will deliver the expensive pottery to Phil." Fraz said.

The two soon made it to a large mound of sand.

"This can't be right..." Fraz said.

"Maybe they live under the sand." Guapo said.

"No, Philo is a rich man! He can't just..." Fraz was interrupted when he walked to a patch of sand where he sank through.

"Frazzy? Where did you go?" Guapo asked. He looked for Fraz until he sank through the same spot. The Flubs found themselves under in a palace made of stone. On a throne they saw an orange rat-like alien who looked similar to Fraz, only taller, his face was less droopy and instead of wearing similar attire he wore a white cloth to cover his bottom half, he had a thin gold necklace around his neck and he had short fuzzy dark brown hair which was almost black and dark red markings around his eyes.

"Are you an Egyptian prince?!" Guapo asked.

"No, but I see the resemblance." The man dusted himself off. "My name is Phil."

"Oh, Phil? Well we have a delivery for you." Fraz said. He gave him the pottery.

"There's a crack in one of them." Phil scowled.

"Well you can thank my idiot brother for that!" Fraz pointed at Guapo who was eating guacamole.

"Glad I don't have a brother like that." Phil said. "Actually I don't have a brother."

"How I envy you..." Fraz sighed. Guapo overheard this and shrugged.

"Anyway, thanks for the delivery, I'll sign here." Phil signed. "I'll get back to writing my master plan."

"Wait! You have a master plan?!" Fraz asked.

"Yes... What's it to you?" Phil asked. Fraz showed him his master plan. Phil smiled and took out his own, which was bigger than Fraz's.

"You're further along?" Fraz asked jealously.

"Well, how old are you?" Phil asked.

"20." Fraz answered.

"I'm 23, so I've been around longer." Phil replied. "Maybe I can give you ideas, and you can give me ideas."

"Fraz, I think we need to go home." Guapo tugged Fraz's uniform.

"Just a minute." Fraz said. Guapo sighed and decided to sit back on the chair.

"So, have you ever been on crazy adventures?" Phil asked.

"You don't know the half of it!" Fraz exclaimed. "I'm a courier, it's my job to travel through all sorts of places! And since I'm doom's favorite victim, I am the scapegoat of man shenanigans."

"I didn't go on too many adventures." Phil shrugged. "But I once went to a universe of tiki heads. They told me I was their chosen one. But they really wanted to sacrifice me to a volcano. Luckily I outsmarted them and escaped."

"Wow! The exact same thing happened to me! Including me totally outsmarting those wood brains!" Fraz lied about the last part because he was still salty about Guapo using his doom for self gain.

"I guess we were destined to meet." Phil shook Fraz's hand.

"Fraz! We need to go back to Retrograde!" Guapo demanded.

"Alright, I'm coming..." Fraz didn't want to leave but he knew if he didn't Miss Boomdeyay would fire him. "Bye Phil..."

"Bye... Um..." Phil waited for an answer.

"Fraz Flub." Fraz answered while waving goodbye. He knew later he would have to visit him again.