Mickey-Lause D. Z. Nuts emerges from the hospital after a successful surgery, coincidentally coinciding with the exact moment of Big Guns being released from the same hospital. Happy to finally be able to socialize with people again, Mickey nudges Big Guns to get his attention.
"Aye, big guy, what were you in for?" Mickey asks.
"Whole lotta fish." Big Guns says, having only a foggy memory of the exact circumstances
"Aye, feel ya. I used ta work in the fish reactor."
"Was dat why yous was here?"
"Nah, that was forever ago. I was in 'ere for my triple appendix"
"Appendix? Ain't dat da thing dey puts in da bookses?"
"Yeah, had three o' them lodged in me intestines."
"Musta been rough."
"Sure was. Where ya headed to now?"
"I's gotsa go back tos ma job at da Pole Ice Department."
"Well, I guess I'll catch ya on the flip flop." Mickey locates his ride and drives off, while Big Guns walks on his strong arms, hastily heading towards the Pole Ice Department. On his way, he knocks over Condensed Wadley, who was heading to the ice cream parlor, but Big Guns is in such a rush that not only does he not apologize to Wadley, but he doesn't realize that he has the day off and that his work doesn't start again until tomorrow. Wadley doesn't seem to hold any sort of grudge, though, and just gets back up and heads further on his way for a frozen treat. As Big Guns arrives at the Pole Ice Department, he heads inside and gets back on his feet, but is confused and afraid, as the entire place is empty, since the Pole Ice Department makes sure to coordinate their days off so that all the employees are off at the same time. Big Guns sits down at a computer to try and find out what could be causing this. He's heard a lot of people talking about some "WCL", and he's always wanted to know what that meant. Big Guns starts to type "what is the WCL" into the search bar, but the hand of the other person sharing the computer chair with him stops him.
"Hang on buddy, I've got this." says Windsor Clementine, deleting what Big Guns has typed so far and typing in "windsor clementine legislation" instead.
"Ah, thanka." Big Guns sighs in relief, as he clicks on the Windsor Clementine Legislature's website, and hits the big flashing "Contact us!" button. Windsor's phone goes off, and Windsor checks and answers the phone, despite literally being in the same chair as Big Guns at the moment.
"Windsor Clementine Legislation, how can we help you?" Windsor asks.
"Uhhhhh…" Big Guns just stares at the screen for a bit, as a big intrusive pop-up ad for the World Crime League appears on the screen. "I just got a pop-up ons my computa, I's thinks it might be a virus."
"Hm. Normally, I'd say not to click that, but I'm intrigued."
"Hi intrigued, I'm Dad!" says Dad, briefly making the computer chair even more cramped and uncomfortable.
"That's exactly right, daddy-o." Windsor opens the pop-up in a new tab, which has the consequence of summoning Chiminal to the location, as well as displaying the location of the WCL in plain sight on the screen.
"Ey, ey, whaddyou pigs think you're doing, snooping around like that!" Chiminal demands, despite the fact that he was the one who designed the pop-up ad in the first place.
"Snooping? Excuse me, sir, a big advertisement for your establishment just appeared on the screen and we decided to click on it because we're interested in your business." Windsor says, scoffing.
"Ah, I see, you're the Pole Ice, not the police. My b. You ain't 'real' cops. So, whaddya wanna know about the World Crime League?" Chiminal puts a proud smirk on his face.
"Well, what can you tell us about it? What do you do there? Also, I don't actually work here."
"Well, if it wasn't obvious from the name, we do hella crime. All kinds, in fact. Sky crime, sea crime, dirt crime, space crime? Okay, maybe not the last one, at least not YET, but all the others? Check. Been there, done that."
"Is it really wise to be saying this all in front of somebody who DOES work here?" Windsor points at Big Guns, who probably hasn't even been paying attention.
"Ha! Like I said, these guys ain't even real cops, they can't do anything to us other than write a mean letter. Besides, what're you gonna do uh? Fight us? As if you'd stand a chance!"
"Yous betta not be thret'nin us, das against da law!" Big Guns says, finally tuning into this conversation.
"Psh. It ain't a threat, pal! Just know that the likes of you wouldn't stand a chance against us in a fight!"
"How many of you are there?" Windsor says, narrowing his eyes.
"Like, uhh…" Chiminal begins counting on his fingers, and then stops. "Just know it's enough that we could easily take you out if we cared to."
"Really now?" Windsor hops out of the computer chair and pulls out a big long piece of paper. "Well, according to this sheet of paper I just printed out, your WCL is currently in a bit of a rough spot, and unable to take on any sizable threats at the moment."
The paper in question is in fact completely blank and unmarked, but Windsor reads it with great confidence.
"Yeah, yous heard 'im! Now go on and scrams before wes makes ya!" Big Guns laughs. Chiminal glowers and brings out I Fought the Law. Big Guns doesn't even flinch, even as I Fought the Law punches him, his enormous bulky frame being too big and meaty to be damaged by the attack. Big Guns stands up, waiting to see if Chiminal acts on his threats at all, since Big Guns wasn't able to see I Fought the Law attacking him.
"Suh, yous can leave any time." Big Guns says. Chiminal instead starts slapping Windsor back and forth across the face with his bare hands.
"Ay, AY! Whatchu thinks yous is doin?!" Big Guns grabs Chiminal around the torso with one giant hand, while Windsor uses Citrus Remix to summon some orange peels to rub on his wounds. Chiminal struggles, but is unable to break free from Big Guns's grip, and Big Guns throws Chiminal into a holding cell, underestimating his strength and shattering every bone in Chiminal's body in the process. This is not of any concern to Big Guns, as the Pole Ice Department is not opposed to breaking the law in order to enforce it. Windsor, now with reason to dislike the other WCL, has noticed that, despite all the other members of the Pole Ice Department being off today, Big Guns is still doing his part to uphold what is good and right in the eyes of the law.
"Hey, do you wish to find this 'WCL'? I'll bet we could do a real number on them." Windsor says, poking Big Guns to get his attention.
"Yuh, seems likes they may be a real troublin' bunch." Big Guns nods. Windsor heads back to the computer and establishes a route to the World Crime League headquarters. Once the route is established, Windsor Clementine rides on Big Guns's shoulders as Big Guns sets out towards the World Crime League.