Baroque Works' secret underground base, somewhere in Alabasta...

Sir Crocodile, Miss Doublefinger, Mr. 1, Miss Valentine, Mr. 5, Mr. 4, Miss Merry Christmas, Lassou, Miss All Sunday, Mr. 45.7 and his partner, Miss Bon Clay, were sitting iaround the large oval table.

"So glad you others found your way home," Crocodile said everyone. "I thought many of you perished."

"Oh, I really hate that Sanji!" Mr. 45.7 (Real name Bentham) declared. "We need to get revenge on the pirates who beat us!"

"I told you you should have become an Okama!" Miss Bon Clay screeched at him. "Imagine the Kenpo you could have learned!"

"Yes, dear, I'm sorry, dear."

"That's right!"

Crocodile slammed his hook into the table, silencing eveyone.

"Idiots," he growled. "Whatever money we had is gone, aside from some of the dirty movie money."

"I told you never to mention that," Miss All Sunday growled. "And I can't believe so very few people actually bought it. I mean, look at me!"

"Shut up. I have a plan to not only make up our funds, but also get back at the man who was responsible for this chaos."

"Whoooooooooooooooo?" Mr. 4 asked. Lassou barked.

"That ingenious man without a face, Mr. Prince!"

"...?" everybody asked.

"I will use my unsurpassable music skills to sell thousands, millions of record-Snails, to which we will use our funds to rebuild Baroque Works and hunt down Mr. Prince!"

"..."

"I think that's a bad idea," Mr. 45.7 said. "We already lost so much as it is, who should we-"

Miss Bon Clay raised her hand, causing Mr. 45.7 to pipe up fearfully. "No way," she said. "I'm behind you, Mr. 0, one-hundred percent!"

"Excellent," Crocodile said casually. "Come, we must set up the cameras and set up for my music video. I'll be in my dressing room. Miss All Sunday, come, we must apply my make-up."