On another cold morning in the WCL, Virgil the Vagabond wakes up in his office and heads to the kitchen to eat his complimentary meatball breakfast. Everything's going alright for the guy, but he can't help but feel…lost. The WCL building may be a house to him, but it certainly isn't a home. Virgil feels no purpose as part of this organization, and the longer he stays here, the more certain he is of what he wants to do with his life, rather than continuing to stick around here. Virgil sharply pushes his chair away from the table and stands up, walking up to the door.
"Uh, Virgil, you forgot to ask for seconds!" Mugsy calls out, and Virgil turns his head to look at Mugsy over his shoulder.
"Mugsy of the meatball kitchen, thee've been a most wondrous cousin, but I am anon leaving this lodging. Shouldst we ev'r crosseth paths again, I shall beest a diff'rent sir." Virgil says conclusively, before exiting the building, disappearing into the foggy morning mist.
In the basement of the Station, Wash Woo has been left alone in his cell, but is unable to use Crimson King to escape. The effects of November Rain were active on him for long enough that he now can't use his Stand to jump through the time period where it was disabled, leaving him completely stuck within the cell. The only person he has for company is Weeb Woo, who is currently eating a bowl of cereal in front of the television.
"Hey, big eyes!" Wash Woo calls out in a gruff tone. "Come on, you gotta let me out of here. You can't keep me locked up here forever. At least send me to a proper prison!"
"I'm busy watching my anime." Weeb Woo says, not even looking at Wash Woo. Wash Woo peers past Weeb Woo, and sees Avatar: The Last Airbender playing on the TV.
"The hell? That's not anime! That's just a cartoon!" Wash Woo scoffs in disbelief.
"Hey, just because it wasn't made in Japan doesn't mean it's not an anime, dummy! It meets all the stylistic requirements!"
Wash Woo just sighs, realizing that talking reason into Weeb Woo is an impossible task, which is probably the exact reason why Weeb Woo was chosen to keep guard over him.
Outside of the building, loss averter has once again freed itself from its brick state. It's getting better and better at escaping containment in a timely manner, and this time it has an actual idea of how to get past Wall Woo. loss averter makes use of the sticky coating on its body to begin scaling the wall of the building, and by the time Wall Woo notices it, it's already out of reach.
"Uh…uh…bad man on wall! Bad man on wall!" Wall Woo shouts in distress. Up on the roof, White Woo snaps to attention, and leans over the wall to see loss averter ascending towards him.
"Oh no you don't! You aren't getting in here, bud!" White Woo says, but loss averter doesn't listen. White Woo brings out his Stand, a small pink apparition with jagged metal jaws. The Stand floats off the edge of the building, and rapidly begins darting around the wall between loss averter and White Woo, though it doesn't seem to actually do anything. It then disappears back behind White Woo. As loss averter moves its hand further up the wall, though, an unseen trigger is activated, and a small bear trap manifests on the wall, clamping shut on loss averter's hand.
"You've been hit by…you've been struck by…Smooth Anti-Criminal!" White Woo proclaims. However, loss averter hardly seems deterred by the trap, simply pulling itself free from it after a few seconds and continuing the climb. Several more traps of varying natures go off, but they only seem to be slowing loss averter down, rather than actually stopping it. Thankfully, loss averter is being slowed down significantly enough that White Woo has time to plan a course of action, and he begins to lay out more traps along the roof in preparation for loss averter's eventual arrival.
Down on the beach, Sulley has moved on from harassing Sandy about sunscreen, and is instead targeting Beachgoer Bobby.
"Alright, Bobby, the sun's coming up, which means you'd better get slathering!" Sulley demands.
"Oh no, I won't let you nag me this time! I made extra sure to put on sunscreen specifically so you'd leave me alone!" Bobby snaps back.
"Oh, really?" Sulley blinks a few times, the anger leaving her voice. "Lemme make sure you're not bluffing."
Sulley rifles through Bobby's beach bag, and indeed finds a bottle of sunscreen, but her eyes widen with anger as she sees that the sunscreen is somehow SPF 1.
"Bobby! This won't protect you from the sun at all! Now I need to take matters into my own hands!" Sulley brings out O-Zone and turns it to its sunscreen-spraying mode. To ensure proper sunscreen application, Sulley makes use of the d1 as she blasts Bobby with sunscreen, slathering him so deeply that the tan disappears from his skin and Bobby will likely never have to apply sunscreen again.
"No! My tan!" Bobby cries, dropping to his knees in defeat. The d1 comes to a rest in front of him, and he curiously picks it up, inspecting the marble. As Bobby is inspecting the d1, a gloved hand rests on his shoulder, before retracting as the owner of the hand shakes off the sunscreen that got on the glove.
"Excuse me, civilian. Could I have that marble of yours?" The President asks, holding out his hand.
"Hey, whoa, I just got this thing! And I just got robbed! I ain't just gonna give it away!" Bobby clutches the d1 protectively.
"May I offer you a trade, then? I could provide just about any material thing you desire."
"How about…a lifetime supply of cola?"
"Sure." The President snaps his fingers, and Universal Collapse bends the fabric of space to warp an abundance of cola bottles onto the beach. Bobby lets out a gasp of awe as the bottles pile up higher and higher.
"Oh, hell yes! Screw the marble, this is so much better!" Bobby tosses the President the marble, before diving into the cola pile gleefully. The President exits the beach just as quickly as he arrived, returning to his office with the newly obtained Artifact.