The Oligarchy pilots the drone around the wasteland in search of any kind of wreckage. After finding several abandoned and completely empty wrecks of various vehicles, the Oligarchy is beginning to lose hope, but one of them points at the video feed in excitement.
"There! Look, there are tracks leading to that car wreck! Zoom in, enhance!"
The drone gets closer to the tracks. There seems to be one set of footprints leading towards the wreck, and five sets leading away, as well as two sets of what seem to be snake tracks. There was clearly some kind of scuffle here, and the turtles follow the tracks leading away for quite some distance until the drone reaches an old wooden shack-house (shouse), and it becomes apparent that the "snake tracks" were actually someone being dragged against their will. Inside of the shouse, the Red-Ant gang has Northy Wids tied to a chair, and they seem to be interrogating him. The turtles honk the drone's horn to get the attention of the Red-Ants, and Revolver turns to look at it.
"What're you lookin' at, tinny?" Red-Ant sneers.
"We're here for the seed." The Oligarchy says over the drone's speakers.
"Yeah, so are we, wait your turn." Red-Ant Revolver scoffs. Revolver kicks Northy, but Northy doesn't seem to be giving the gang anything. Nelly frisks Northy's person repeatedly in search of the moon seed, but finds nothing.
"The Sea Turtle Oligarchy has greater need for the moon seed than your little gang of misfits." the Oligarchy states.
"Y'know what? I'll cut you a deal. If you can make this stubborn fella crack, you can keep the seed. If we can-"
Before Revolver can finish stating the terms of his deal, the drone begins repeatedly ramming itself into Northy, taking "make him crack" literally.
"I mean, hey, technically, if this little robot murders him, we can't be tried for it!" Nelly observes enthusiastically.
"Shut your trap, Nelly. We live in a lawless land." Revolver remarks.
"But they USED to have laws here, so…"
"So WHAT? Use'ta means nothing now." Revolver shakes his head, and continues watching the drone slam into Northy, until eventually Northy's skull is split in two, revealing the moon seed nestled inside. Revolver is impressed, and smirks, as he knows that he had his fingers crossed out of sight of the drone's camera when he made the deal.
"Get it, Nelly!" Revolver declares. By the time Nelly processes this request, though, the drone has already picked up the seed and left the shouse.
"Oh, you meant to get the seed? You should've been more specific."
When the drone finally returns to the Death Moon, the Oligarchy gathers on the beach to begin the planting process.
"How do we do this, anyways?"
The Oligarchy members all turn to face the one who proposed the moon seed idea in the first place.
"Hang on, I've got a step by step instruction guide right here. Step one, get some high quality mulch or composted dirt."
"Done."
"Plant it firmly and allow only the very top to poke out."
"Yep."
"Give it lots of milk."
"If you say so." The Oligarchy follows the steps as they're read out.
"Sing it a song."
"Does it have to be a specific type of song?"
"I don't know, all it says is 'sing it a song'."
"Fine."
The Oligarchy joins together to sing the secret turtle anthem, and once they finish, they look back to the member to continue reading the instructions.
"How many more steps are there?"
"There's like, eight total."
"Fine, then we're halfway done, let's keep going."
"Step five, place in a dimly lit room with no disturbances."
The Oligarchy looks around, eventually settling on the old abandoned boathouse as a suitable location.
"Now wait for at least forty five seconds."
"What do we do once that time passes?"
"The next step."
"Which is?"
"Disturb it."
The Oligarchy waits outside the boathouse with bated breath, before barging in after around fifty seconds. Upon being intruded on, the sprout begins to grow taller and taller, with a moon bud forming at the end as the stem reaches its full length.
"Final step, rub."
The Oligarchy rubs the moon bud, and it dispenses a small moon, which begins growing very very rapidly.
"Second final step, throw it into the air before it gets too big."
"How do we do that?!"
The turtles look at one another, and none of them seem to have any sort of plan here. Suddenly, in their time of great need, a hero appears to help the turtles.
"Ello, there. You chums seem to be having a grand ol' time!" says Max Flower, flexing his muscles. "Mind if I join you?"
"These turtle fellas seem to need some help getting this moon up in the sky." says Red-Ant Revolver, stepping out from behind a tree. He came to see the event since he still wanted to see the moon go up even if his gang didn't do it.
"Yeah sure, I'll do that." Max Flower uses his big manly muscles to grab hold of the moon, grunting as he hoists it off the ground, holding it on his shoulders like Atlas. He's clearly strained, and doesn't seem to have the strength to send the moon up on his own.
"Don't worry, I'm here to help!" declares Buff Frog, hopping out of the sewer. Buff Frog joins Max Flower in his efforts, but doesn't even budge the moon any higher, so he gets sad and leaves. Revolver realizes that someone needs to help Max, so he calls the randomized phone line, pacing back and forth in suspense as he waits for someone to pick up. Revolver hears someone pick up on the other end, and hears the unmistakable sound of a very unusual hand gesture being made.
"Don't be making that gesture in my Christian household!" Revolver scolds.
"I'm not in your household, yet." responds Disaster Hand from the other end of the phone line.
"Listen, I'm here to ask for help, not for trouble." Revolver says, taking on a calmer tone.
"Oh yeah? Then why did you call up the likes of Disaster Hand?"
"We need help puttin' the moon back in the sky."
"Well, I have grabbed plenty of orbs of varying sizes in my time, so I can help, but you aren't allowed to tell me what types of gestures I can and cannot make."
"It's a deal." Revolver hangs up the phone, and Disaster Hand begins finger-walking rapidly through the streets until the moon is in sight. Disaster Hand notices Convenient Catapult nearby, but is a very selfish appendage and wishes not to receive any help, so it just gives Convenient Catapult the middle finger and rushes over to the moon to begin fondling it, while Max continues struggling to hold it up as it grows larger and larger. After a series of many offensive gestures, Disaster Hand finally shoves the moon skywards, sending it all the way into space, with Max Flower being dragged along with it, unable to let go before he exits the atmosphere. With the deed done, Disaster Hand leaves the scene, and the turtles swim back to the Death Moon to begin converting it into an underwater base of operations.