Following the conclusion of the Baldie Convention, General Albert's army, now two members stronger, groups up outside of the convention center. Albert shakes hands with Windmillard and Shekels as the group members introduce themselves to one another.
"When do we get the snacks?" Shekels asks.
"You mean the rations? We'll hand those out during the missions." Albert explains.
"Oh boy, I heard those taste pretty good from a friend of a friend." Shekels chuckles.
"So, what's the agenda?" Windmillard asks, and General Albert takes out his hit list.
"Well, let's see…" General Albert reads through the list, but Windmillard points to a name on it which is written in a different script than the rest.
"What's with this one?"
"Huh? I don't remember that one…Donald, did you write this?" Albert shows the name to Dumb Donald, and he nods. "Well, what does it say?"
"It's my name." Donald states.
"Donald, this is a hit list, not a petition form." Albert sighs.
"Look, let's make this easy, who's our biggest target? Priority number one?" Windmillard asks, getting the conversation back on track.
"That would be…Gobel Wahmin. The guy running that one coal company that makes an active effort to contribute to global warming for the sake of profit. Utterly despicable."
"Sounds easy enough to topple. Where can we find this guy?"
"Probably at the company's main factory cluster."
"Ah shoot, am I late?" Terrtle walks up to the scene, having been planning on attending the Baldie Convention.
"Late to what?" Albert asks, looking up from his list.
"The convention, but also whatever you guys are up to, I guess."
"You're late to the convention, but we've still got room for another. We're about to go and take down the head of an evil company."
"Sounds good. When are we leaving?"
"Now, if everyone's ready." Albert looks around, and everyone nods in agreement. Windmillard saves his game before pocketing his portable gaming device, and Shekels snaps fully awake after almost nodding off, as Albert begins to lead the army forwards, following the direction provided by Champagne Supernova. Soon enough, the group arrives at one of Gobel Wahmin's two factory clusters, but it quickly becomes apparent to Albert that they're at the wrong one, since the indicator arrow from his Stand is still pointing forwards, meaning he hasn't reached his destination. Albert is well aware that the other factory cluster is on the other side of the planet, and that it would be unreasonable to go there on foot.
"We might have a bit of a problem. Gobel isn't here, he's on the other side of the planet. It's way too far for us to get there without a vehicle, but if we use a vehicle, we have to make sure it doesn't use any fossil fuels." Albert explains.
"What about those guys?" Windmillard points out a few workers driving vehicles into the cluster, transporting fossil fuels from the other cluster across the planet for the sole purpose of burning fuel during the trip between locations. "We could just hop in one of their doohickeys and put it in reverse and it should take us right where we need to go, methinks."
"That's a great idea, but what about the fossil fuel usage?"
"Let me take care of this." Windmillard walks up to one of the workers and tosses them out of the vehicle, before using a hacksaw to remove the fuel supply. Just as Windmillard suspected, the vehicle runs just fine without its fuel, and is actually just attached to a very long magnet rail. "Alright everyone, hop in!"
General Albert, Dumb Donald, Gibberon, Shekels, and Terrtle all climb aboard as Windmillard pulls the vehicle into reverse, causing it to glide along the magnet rail all the way across the planet at breakneck speeds, before abruptly stopping at the other factory cluster. None of the workers seem to even care about Albert's group, assuming it to just be a school field trip or something of the sort.
"If I had to guess, out of all these factories, Gobel's probably in…" Albert looks around, and then points at the gargantuan factory in the center of the cluster which dwarves all of those surrounding it. "...that one."
"You think we need to sneak in?" Terrtle asks.
"Nah, look how big it is. They'll never even notice us." Albert leads the army towards the factory, which, upon further inspection, is an exact replica of all the other factories but drastically upscaled, with the textures on the building still being the same resolution as the textures on the regular factories. General Albert pushes open the massive front doors, and to everyone's surprise, Gobel Wahmin himself is sitting right there at the other end of the large room, above a glass tank full of constantly burning fossil fuels. Shekels looks around, and promptly excuses himself to go pay a visit to the snack bar down the hall, leaving the other five on their own.
"This the guy we're punching?" Gibberon asks, already getting excited at the prospect of a fight.
"Hang on, if we jump straight into violence, we're villains too. We have to at least ask nicely one time before we beat him up." General Albert wisely declares, stepping across the room, each footstep creating a large echo throughout the vast space. "Gobel Wahmin! Please stop using fossil fuels to contribute to global warming!"
"Ohoho…Ohohohohohoho…and why would I do that? Why would I stop something that brings me such joy?" Gobel Wahmin says, speaking in a sort of awkwardly loud voice because Albert still hasn't quite closed the gap between the two of them.
"Last chance, Gobel. Stop now or we'll be forced to use our heavy artillery." Albert brings out his bazooka as he gets closer to Gobel, who remains calmly seated.
"No. I will not stop."
"So be it. Let's get him, boys!" Albert holds up his bazooka, while Gibberon runs forwards towards Gobel with his hands raised. Windmillard readies his hacksaw and also begins to close the distance. Dumb Donald just stays back so that he doesn't mess anything up, and Terrtle is trying to sneak around the perimeter to get behind Gobel. Gobel reaches into a bucket next to his chair and starts throwing hot coals at the people approaching him, but the invisible water from Sea of Love cools the coals down and makes this method of attack next to useless. General Albert fires his bazooka, blowing up Gobel's chair and sending Gobel himself flying through the air, with his arms flailing madly as he comes in for a landing on the hard factory floor. Just as Gobel is about to make impact with the ground, though, he takes a remote from his pocket and presses a button with a mad grin on his face, and the floor in front of him slides apart. Gobel disappears into the trapdoor, which closes behind him.
"No! He got away before I could punch him!" Gibberon laments. The group comes together at the spot where Gobel's chair was, looking for any sign of where he could've gone. While everyone is looking around for Gobel, they fail to notice another trapdoor opening in the floor. From this trapdoor rises the sith lord Darth Smog, Gobel's true identity. Darth Smog promptly raises a hand in the air, and from all the way across the room, his giant sword, a legendary weapon known as The Excruciator, launches towards him, slicing straight through Terrtle as it goes from one point to the other. Terrtle gasps and clutches his gut as his upper and lower halves slide apart, and he falls motionlessly to the ground. The remaining four members all turn to look at Darth Smog, who is staring them down with glowing red eyes, his sword hovering in front of him. General Albert fires off his bazooka again after reloading, but the projectile stops in midair as Darth Smog uses the force to catch it, before throwing it right back at the group, sending them flying in different directions.
"Hey guys, what's all the ruckus abou-" Shekels comes back from the snack bar, and is promptly force-grabbed from all the way across the room, and Darth Smog clenches his fist, beginning to choke Shekels.
"Noooo!" Albert watches from afar as Shekels chokes and gurgles. It seems utterly hopeless to close the distance between himself and Darth Smog, but suddenly, Champagne Supernova appears behind Albert, and utilizes its true ability to launch Albert from a standstill straight towards Darth Smog like a cannonball. Darth Smog turns just in time to be crashed into by the giant rotund man, and Shekels is released from the force grab, falling to the ground. Albert rushes to Shekels's side, but it seems like the damage has already been done, and Shekels meets eyes with Albert as he draws his final breath.
"Tell the skeletons…to give Sans my spot…" Shekels gasps, before dying. Realizing that his team is woefully underprepared to face a foe as powerful as Darth Smog, General Albert quickly organizes a tactical retreat, and runs out of the factory like a little baby alongside Donald, Windmillard, and Gibberon, while Darth Smog watches them leave, laughing a deep and evil laugh to himself.