Kira leaves Costa Brava altogether, instead making his way to the best, and approaching a particular motel towards the edge of town. Kira walks up to a door and knocks on it with his front hoof, and Shark Supremo opens up from inside, looking down at Kira quizzically.

"Can I help you?" Shark Supremo asks.

"Jury Duty is coming up soon, and you're on the list. Don't miss it." Kira states, tacking a paper onto Shark's thigh. The paper has the exact date and time of this "Jury Duty" printed on it.

"Since when was I even applicable for that?"

"You always have been, it just hasn't come up until now."

"Oh. Well, okay, I guess." Shark waves as Kira trots away. Squidd tilts his head at Shark when he notices the paper, and she just gives a dismissive gesture. "Don't worry about it."

Back in Dan's Diet Clinic, Paalgae, Ignis, and Aquar are admiring the glass trophy case in which they have stored Shamazamitas's damaged headband.

"Why are you even keeping that thing?" Pyarce says, turning visible behind the three and startling them.

"Wh- how long have you been here?" Paalgae asks incredulously.

"Long enough to know you guys have been staring at that silly headband for like, way too long to be reasonable."

"You wouldn't understand. You weren't there." Aquar scoffs, crossing her arms, both of which are now present once again.

"I actually was, is the funny thing." Pyarce snickers.

"Well, why the hell didn't you help?!" Ignis demands.

"What was I supposed to do? The guy was clearly deluded."

"Use your spears, obviously."

"I don't think that would've gone over too well. So, what's next on our agenda, anyways? We finally gonna move on from that Cybr loser?"

"From what I've picked up on, we've got some last resort plan in action. I dunno much about it." Ignis shrugs.

"As long as it doesn't involve me, I could care less. The way I see it, that guy only bothers us when we bother him. Otherwise he just sits around in his room all day. Not gonna lie, things have been pretty boring since they blew up HQ."

"Well, they did wipe out most of the Order with that. No way anyone survived that explosion. All that's left are people like us, who were off-site when it happened." Paalgae sighs.

"Hey, did you hear about that Baldie Convention they're having in town? Apparently Socket is there. Dunno why he cares about that kind of thing, seems pretty silly to me." Aquar remarks, checking her phone.

"Well, isn't he bald?" Pyarce notes.

"IS he? I've never seen him without the hat." Paalgae ponders. "Eh, whatever."

Meanwhile, at the World Crime League, a lot of the members have gone to sleep, but a few are still awake and up to bizarre nighttime activities. Mugsy is making meatballs to replace the meatballs from the previous six hour interval, and Lunch is helping himself to an 11 pm lunch of leftovers and fresh balls alike.

"There are noghtcrawlees outside." observes not cool, watching through the window. Thankfully, these nighttime creatures cannot open doors, and just like nastoids, they despawn during the day. "Guess we can't take out the trash until morning."

"We don't take out the trash anyways, we just throw it on the trash pile. Trash King is supposed to deal with it eventually, but he's been busy." Mugsy states from the kitchen. As not cool continues staring out the window, he jumps back in surprise as a noghtcrawlee slams its gross face right against the glass.

"Yuck. I sure am glad those things can't open doors." not cool remarks, as a cool rocket ship animation plays to transition to a new scene.

Dryskate snoozes peacefully in his bed, but a strange sound awakens him in the night, like scratching on the floorboards below him. From underneath Dryskate's bed crawls Low-Pass-Filter Face, a terrifying monster only ever spoken of in stories meant to keep little kids out of trouble. As LPFF begins making low pass filter noises, Dryskate reaches behind his headboard and takes out his trusty boomstick, and starts quickly working to load the weapon before LPFF can rip apart all the furniture in his room. In his fear and panic, though, Dryskate fumbles with the weapon, and by the time he finally blasts the beast to smithereens, LPFF has already made a huge mess of the place. Dryskate's nonviolence contract manifests in the room and pries the shotgun from his hands, before firing off the second round into Dryskate's face at point blank. This is especially unfortunate because part of the contract indicates that in his next life, Dryskate will have to do Low-Pass-Filter Face's job, which is certainly not a very highly coveted profession.

"Hey Indy, you think that's the tree?" Jonnnny asks, pointing at an enormous tree in the middle of the Smash Garden.

"Maybe, but first, we have to find ourselves on it, to make sure it's the real deal."

Indy and Jonnnny examine the gargantuan tree, which grows in an irregular manner due to the nature of the Smash Brother family.

"Aha! There we are, and we're still marked as cousins! That means it's real!" Jonnnny points at himself and Indy on the tree.

"Great, let's find those Andys!"

Indy and Jonnnny scour the tree, until they finally locate the name "Andy".

"Hey, Indy, look! It says what everyone's summons are, but for Andy, it says his summon type is just 'Andy'!"

"What? What does that even mean?"

"I don't know, we should find him ourselves!"

"Does it say anything about where he is?"

"Nope!"

"Perfect!"

Jonnnny brings out Snake Metal Gear, and has him use the picture of Andy from the family tree to begin tracking down his location with very little to go off of.