Three months have passed since an alien robot named Friezatron crossed into our world, flipping the way of life on its head. Costa Brava has become a cruel land, where stepping out of line means certain doom. Today marks the three month anniversary of Friezatron's takeover of the city, and to celebrate the occasion, Friezatron has issued a new mandate, effective immediately.
A procession of police cruisers is making its way through the empty streets, heading towards the city limits.
"Man, I'm so mad that Friezatron took over the city three months ago! He flipped our whole way of life on its head, and this place became a cruel land, where stepping out of line means certain doom! Can you believe that it's the three month anniversary already, and he celebrates it by issuing this new mandate?!" Worse Woo complains, whining in the back seat of the cruiser in the front, which is being driven by Wasted Woo.
"Worse Woo, you don't need to keep talking about it. He banned police, and we can't do anything about it, so we're moving to the best. If I have to tell you one more time, you're fired." Woo Hoo says, rolling his eyes. In the cruiser behind them, White Woo is driving with Word Woo reading a book in the passenger seat, and bringing up the rear is Wall Woo, who has a car to himself, because he's the only one that fits in it.
"Hey, wait a second, wasn't Weeb Woo behind us? Did we lose him at some point?" Woo Hoo says, suddenly noticing that there's no other car behind Wall Woo's.
"Don't worry about him, I'm sure he's fine." Wasted Woo grunts.
Weeb Woo sits with his feet on the steering wheel, eyes glued to his phone, which is playing the latest episode of his favorite ongoing anime as he speeds down a side road. The car starts skidding out of control, veering off the road while Weeb Woo remains oblivious to the deadly telephone pole getting closer by the second.
"Please no smoking in my car." a heavily accented driver tells his passenger, who has a cigarette in his mouth, his feet on the dashboard, and a "TOP SECRET CLASSIFIED" file opened up against his raised legs. The black and red Cadillac chugs along the road, passing by a horribly wrecked police cruiser and the bloodied corpse of its occupant. The passenger ignores the driver's request, but glances at the wreck as they pass it, pointing a long, gray finger out the window. After a few seconds, the driver notices this behavior, and hits the brakes. The duo gets out of the stopped car, walking towards the wreck. The driver has a young face, accompanied by a hulking suit of dark, spiked armor concealing his entire body. The passenger is wearing a spiffy blue suit, and has gray skin and glistening black eyes that take up most of his head. Without exchanging any words, the larger of the two approaches the wrecked cruiser and effortlessly peels off its metal roof with one hand. His scrawnier companion peers inside, using a pair of long tweezers to extract the cellular device from the deceased driver's body. After retrieving the phone, the suit-wearing individual scrolls through the phone's pictures, until he finds one that catches his interest. At first it seems to be an unassuming photograph of a building, but upon further inspection, a faint green blur can be seen passing above the roof of the building. The man uses his elongated digits to zoom in on the blur, and then plugs in an alien device to enhance the pixels, revealing an unmistakable muscular green figure vaulting through the sky. He then pulls up a holographic display over the screen, and uses it to reverse-engineer the trajectory from which this figure came in order to end up at this part of the city. Unplugging the device, he hands it off to his partner, and the two walk back to the car, plugging the device into the car's systems. The car starts up, and the duo navigates to the former site of the World Crime League's last headquarters before their disbanding.
Outside of the wrecked building, Vespot watches the muscle car pull up, glancing up while leaning back against the front wall. He watches the two figures leave their car and walk towards him, mechanically reaching into their pockets and pulling out their badges, labeling them as members of the FBI Time Police. The armored man is Akulbek, and the one wearing a suit is Mr. Grey Alien The Business…
"We are FBI time police we are coming inside on impoirtant busyness." says Mr. Grey, speaking in a rapid barrage of words without pausing at any point.
"Not my call." Vespot says coolly. "Though I doubt these guys would've appreciated a couple of snoops rifling through their stuff."
"I doynot care I will kill yod if yoy try to stop us" Mr. Grey asserts, drawing his cool alien pistol and pointing it towards Vespot.
"Look, you don't want me, you want Windsor, that guy owned this place back when it was still running." Vespot raises his hands in the air, and Mr. Grey and Akulbek stride past him through the busted open front door. The interior is dusty and abandoned, with graffiti on the walls. The water in the fountain is stagnant and green. Mr. Grey walks forwards without stopping, and Akulbek follows behind, trusting Mr. Grey due to the intuition that Mr. Grey regularly gains from his Stand, Machine in the Walls. Mr. Grey heads upstairs to the second floor, which is equally desolate, though something draws the attention of both time police. A piece of paper is on the floor, and when Mr. Grey nudges it with his foot, it rolls over, revealing a ghastly shriveled corpse underneath, having shrunken down significantly, but still holding an iron grip on the paper.
"It is unmistakable, this is our guy." Akulbek says, leaning closer and reaching for the paper, but stopping when Mr. Grey holds out his hand to cut him off. Mr. Grey takes out a gadget with a spinning satellite dish, and picks up the solidified body of Windsor, folding up the paper and stowing it in his pocket. After fiddling with some knobs and buttons, Mr. Grey points the device towards the door, and a projected green wireframe of Dinomundo can be seen reenacting the placement of the note on the door, before exiting through the window with a mighty leap.
"Back to the time machine." Akulbek says dryly, picking up Mr. Grey under his arm and following wireframe Dinomundo out of the window. The camera pans up as Akulbek drives after the digital apparition, showing Friezatron actively wreaking havoc on the poor defenseless city he has conquered.