Cybr walks up to a large map displaying the layout of the many stores located within EsMachinaburg, alongside some of the other passengers from the train. Cybr quickly locates a Special Ed's within EsMachinaburg, and starts heading there, suddenly noticing that Camryn seems to have left on her own. Cybr sighs, but figures that while he's in EsMachinaburg, he'll be safe from any sort of attack. Shamazon also looks over the map, making sure that the pet store he plans on visiting is still in the same place, seeing how stores in EsMachinaburg tend to move around sometimes. After finding the shop in question, Shamazon heads inside, finding the usual cast of nameless clerks and employees typical of stores in EsMachinaburg.
"I would like to make a purchase of three metric tons of dragon food." Shamazon says.
"I don't think that classifies as a pet, sir." The clerk says.
"Explaining this every time I come here is tiring. The dragon in question is a creature that I look after, and therefore meets the requirements to be a pet, and this is the only place as far as I know that provides dragon food."
"You ever tried the best?"
"Yes, I in fact have, which proved to be an incredible waste of time because guess what? They don't have it there."
"Okay, well, maybe I don't think you can AFFORD three metric tons of dragon food."
"Do you know who you're talking to?"
"No."
"Well, the person standing before you is Shamazon, discoverer and protector of the Shamazon Painforest. So needless to say, I have a lot of resources at my disposal."
"Fine. That will be THREE BILLION monetary units."
"You never get any more negotiable, do you guys?" Shamazon slams down three billion M.U. blocks on the counter, shocking the clerk. However, the clerk still provides the large bag of dragon food, which Shamazon picks up effortlessly, demonstrating his superhuman strength.
Cybr walks into Special Ed's, but just as he's about to talk to the clerk, someone named Runny-Eye Dale pushes past him and rushes up to the clerk in a frantic hurry.
"I need goggles to hold my melting eyes in place, quickly!" Dale pleads.
"Sorry, but all our goggles just got bought out by some guy named Leaky-Eye Lucas a few minutes ago, you'll have to either find him or take your business elsewhere in EsMachinaburg."
Dale rushes outside, finding Leaky-Eye Lucas digging a hole with his shovel across the street for some unknown reason.
"I'm gonna need those goggles, pal! I have a clinical condition!" Dale demands, trying to grab the goggles off of Lucas's person before he can throw them into the hole that he's digging.
"Oh yeah? Well I have a condition too. Every time I say the letter I, my eyes start to water uncontrollably." Lucas says, wiping the water from his eyes approximately six times while saying this. Dale glares at Lucas with his own runny eyes.
"Not only are you wasting the goggles by trying to bury them or whatever, but wouldn't keeping the tears in your eyes be bad?"
Lucas frowns, looking very sad as though he may be about to cry, though he always looks like that anyways. Dale takes pity on Lucas, and uses a tissue from his pocket to wipe away Lucas's tears. Lucas thanks Dale, but is still reluctant to give up the goggles.
"Just go get some eye drops or something, I need these goggles." Dale insists.
"But eye drops are expensive! Big Pharma won't let me get them for a reasonable price!" Lucas whines, gesturing across the street, where Big Pharma himself is glowering menacingly at Lucas.
"Well, have you ever tried to talk to him about it? It might just be a misunderstanding."
"Every time I go up to him, he just says, 'if this is about the eyedrops, I don't want to hear it' and then everything goes black and I wake up with 10 less dollars in my wallet."
"Hold on, I think I know what we can do." Dale pulls out his telephone and dials up Osmosis James, but finds that Osmosis James is unavailable at the moment due to his wife having recently undergone mitosis. "Hm. Do you know anyone that's real small?"
"No, but lemme look and see if I can find someone." Lucas gets down on the ground and starts observing the pavement at eye level, and is surprised to find a very small version of himself and Dale in the exact same situation. Lucas takes a closer look, and Dale quickly gives him a tissue so that the water from his eyes doesn't drown the miniature versions down below. Lucas notices that the small version of himself is looking back up at him, and as he accepts the tissue from Dale, their friendship meter increases, being only one increment away from passing the threshold that would convince Lucas to hand over the goggles.
"Well, I don't know if these guys can help us at all, but they are here." Lucas notes, standing back up.
"Is there any way you can get their attention?" Dale asks. Lucas attempts to whisper-shout at the miniature versions of him and Dale, but this just seems to scare them away into the grass, where they can no longer be seen.
"Damng! I lost them!" Lucas sighs.
"That's too bad. Say, what's your favorite object?"
"Weird question, but I personally have an affinity for griddles."
Dale runs off to find a cheap griddle, and Lucas resumes digging the hole. Dale returns several minutes later, with only a few goggles left that Lucas has not put in the hole yet. Dale forcibly inserts a newly bought griddle into Lucas's inventory, which is enough to cause Lucas to have a change of heart, and offer Dale not one, but two pairs of goggles from his stash. Dale keeps one pair for himself, and then rushes back into Special Ed's to resell the other at an inflated price, taking advantage of the gullible nature of Special Ed's employees. Thankfully, Un-Special Ned is off work today, so Dale is able to con his way through this transaction successfully. After scamming the clerk, Dale heads to the local park to wait for the train back to Costa Brava. Cybr finally gets a chance to speak, so he takes the walker that he had already located and shows it to the clerk.
"How much for this?" Cybr says in a tired voice.
"That'll be #{cost} M.U." the clerk responds, reading the undefined variable that was left in place of an actual price. Cybr just hands over a single monetary unit to cover the price, and takes the walker and leaves. Another employee smirks as Cybr leaves.
"That guy was a dumbass, he didn't even take advantage of our free water service." The employee says, snickering.
Cybr arrives back at the train station, where most of the other people who were on the train with him are also waiting, with some of the original passengers not present and other passengers who weren't originally there present as well. Shamazon passes the time by creating tasteful graffiti on the walls of the train station using his Stand. Waznub the uncool watches Shamazon painting while standing on a bench.
"Aren't you being born illegal?" Waznub remarks.
"No, it's tasteful." Shamazon replies.
"Hi a bad boy for coloring on the wall, I'm interrupting!" says Dad.
"My dad said I'm a bad boy for coloring on the wall." Waznub says. "Oh no, he found me, I gotta go."
Shamazon begins to draw the fatherly figure before he disappears, while Waznub jumps onto the train tracks to try and run away, only to be hit and killed by another train. The train finally arrives just as Dale shows up at the station, and Cybr boards the train once more, still noting that Camryn is not present and not particularly caring about this. Shamazon buys out an entire train car to store the bag of dragon food in, and then takes his seat. The train begins to crawl forwards towards Costa Brava, moving just barely fast enough to be technically faster than walking. Dale uses the automated train customer service system to request a bag of smoke, which he then uses to marinate his melting eyes to soothe the pain of the goggles.
Shamazon decides to pass the time by striking up a conversation with Cybr, seeing how they are sitting across from one another, and both of their seatmates seem to not be present on this return trip.
"So, what brings you here?" Shamazon begins.
"Getting something for someone who can't walk very well."
"Nice. I was just getting some dragon food."
After not getting any reaction from Cybr, Shamazon continues.
"Say, have you ever heard of the Shamazon Painforest?"
"Indeed I have."
"You know who it's named after?"
"It's named after someone?"
"Yeah, the guy who discovered it. You know who that is?"
"I wouldn't give him that much credit. It seems like it would be pretty easy to discover a jungle in the middle of a city."
"I've heard of the Shamazon! They had a picture of the founder in the newspaper! It looked a lot like you, but like, better looking!" Dale interjects.
"Well, that's probably because it WAS me! The years have been rough I suppose." Shamazon responds proudly.
"How's the old place doing these days? Get a lot of visitors?"
"It's a restricted area, but several researchers work there and frequent the premises."
"For a restricted area there didn't seem to be many guards when I was in the area." Cybr mutters.
"Oh? Are you sure? There are always supposed to be at least a couple on duty. Maybe you just walked by while they were changing shifts."
"Still weren't any guards when I was heading back the other way."
"Well, I might have to give them a talking-to then." Shamazon looks out the window, seeing an old man keeping up with the train at walking speed. "If we ever GET THERE, that is!"
"Are we even moving anymore?" Dale asks.
"Somebody should ask the conductor what's going on!" Shamazon says. Dale gets up and walks all the way up to the engine, and finds that there is not a single trace of any staff member aboard the train, and in the conductor's seat is instead Bermuda, who appears to be cooking up a pot of macaroni and cheese. On the floor next to Bermuda is a suspiciously body-shaped lump in the carpet.
"WE'VE GOT A MYSTERY ON OUR HANDS!" Dale calls out in shock, alerting Wiggles McGee and Tsukumojuku, who were on the train car behind the locomotive. Wiggles and Tsukumojuku try to take control of the situation to lock down potential suspects, but most of the passengers just want to get to their destination, so they begin to disembark rapidly, forcing Wiggles and Tsukumojuku to act quickly and make the rookie mistake of judging people by appearance, marking down Cybr, Shamazon, Dale, and Bermuda as prime suspects due to their more detailed nature compared to the fleeing passengers. The detectives get off the train to try and track down the suspects, despite all four individuals having chosen to instead remain in place on the train. Cybr uses the automated train service system to tell the train to deliver itself to its destination in Costa Brava, and, remarkably, this actually works, and Cybr heads out to return to the World Crime League headquarters, while Shamazon begins to haul the bag of dragon food to the Painforest, with Runny-Eye Dale following Shamazon with intrigue. B-Lard attempts to sneakily scuttle out of the train, but on his way out, the sly and strange ticket keeper stomps on him to keep him in place.
"Ah ah ah, you rode that train without a ticket. That's not how we work here." the ticket keeper says, picking up B-Lard and staring deep into his many eyes, before crushing him with his hands and crumpling him into a small ball, which he flicks aside soon after.