Back at the Station, White Woo has finished setting up an office of sorts on the roof, which is more like a sentry outpost than a regular workspace. Down below, loss averter is once again trying to sneak past Wall Woo, but it steps on an out of place twig while trying to walk unnoticed behind the massive man. Wall Woo turns around and promptly crushes loss averter back into a brick state, before shoving him back into the nearby wall. Trapped once again for the time being, loss averter begins plotting and scheming some way to deal with the recurrent obstacle that is Wall Woo.
Shamazon makes his way through Costa Brava. He had mxy drop him off before reaching the WCL building on the way back from the most recent mission, and has now found the whereabouts of Dan's Diet Clinic, which he suspects is the place where he will find Ignis. As Shamazon approaches the clinic, though, a voice suddenly yells at him from an alley.
"Ey, you dere! What're you doin' ovah in this part of town? Ain't you part of the World Crime League?"
Shamazon looks over, and sees Trash King in a dumpster.
"What does it matter to you what I do in my free time?" Shamazon states.
"Well, we's got an important mission that we needs ya for, comin' up real soon. You should get back there as soon as you can. They sent me to find ya."
"Tell them I quit. I don't need them, and they'll have to find someone else if they need me. Once I'm done here, I'll have my old job back."
"Hi done here, I'm Dad!" says Dad. Shamazon stares solemnly forwards.
"Well, you can't go this way, anyways, 'cause there's about to be a big parade." Trash King ducks back into the dumpster, and when Shamazon looks back at the road in front of him, he finds that indeed, We're All Just Blockin' the Street is blocking the street. Shamazon sneers.
"Out of the way, I have important matters. If you don't listen to me, I will resort to violence." Shamazon declares, but the paraders don't even respond. Shamazon brings out D and unsheathes the pencil, and begins attempting to erase his way through the crowd. Once he begins to do this, though, the parade suddenly turns on him, and all of the paraders begin mercilessly beating him up with their instruments and fists. Even Shamazon's superhuman durability is put to the test by the sheer amount of attacks directed at him. Shamazon is able to erase or shove away one member of the parade at a time, but they replace themselves far faster than he can wipe them out. Shamazon looks over to the trash can to see if Trash King is still there, but the lid is still closed.
"Trash King, I could use some help here!" Shamazon calls out. From within the trash can, a voice responds.
"Eyy, what's do ya means? I thoughtcha said you didn'ts care about da Werl Crime League anymore or summin'."
Shamazon, despite being in the process of being beaten up, still registers that whoever spoke from inside the trash can was clearly trying to imitate Trash King's voice, without actually being Trash King. Suspicious, Shamazon has D throw its pencil at the trash can, and the eraser reveals a small brown dog inside in place of Trash King, as well as revealing that the trash can was completely empty.
"What the hell? Who are you?!" Shamazon struggles through the crowd of paraders, picking his pencil back up as he approaches the dog.
"Uh…Vinny?" the dog offers. Shamazon scowls, and promptly swipes through the dog with his eraser. The dog is bisected by this maneuver, and moments later, the parade of people fades away.
"Serves you right for getting in my way." Shamazon scoffs, kicking the dead body of Hhid N. disguised as the dead body of Vinny, before walking over to the door of the clinic and preparing to enter.
Meanwhile, at the Pole Ice Department, Longarm Law is interviewing a potential new hire by the name of Green Thumb. Green Thumb's only distinguishing trait is that he has literal thumbs that are green, but despite this, he believes himself to be qualified for a job at the Pole Ice Department.
"So what makes you think you're qualified for this job? You didn't even apply for a position, you just said you wanted to work here." Longarm Law asks, tapping a blank piece of paper in his hand.
"Well as you can see, I've got green thumbs." Green Thumb replies, giving a double thumbs-up to show this fact off.
"And how would that help us at all?"
"Camouflage."
"Hm…now that you mention it, we ARE in need of someone for undercover operations. The last guy we tried to use for that was Caught Red-Handed. Needless to say, Caught wasn't the best at the job, so he's just the paperwork guy now."
"Yo." says Caught Red-Handed, waving from the other side of the room. Longarm Law waves back, but when he looks back at Green Thumb, he can't even recognize him, because he's placed his thumbs into his pockets, removing his only distinguishing trait.
"So, what do you think?" asks Green Thumb.
"Hey, wait your turn. I was already interviewing someone, I guess he left to use the bathroom or something." Longarm Law says. Green Thumb pops his thumbs back out of his pockets and puts them back in view.
"See?"
"Wait, what? I thought you left! Also, where did that other guy go?"
"Now you're getting it. This is exactly what I was talking about."
"OHHH, yeah. Alright, I understand." Longarm Law lies, clearly having no clue what just happened. "You're much more qualified than I initially thought. You've got the position."
Longarm Law and Green Thumb shake hands.
"So, when's our first mission?" Green Thumb asks excitedly.
"Sir, this is an emergency response facility. We don't really do 'missions'." Windsor says, spinning around in a chair to reveal himself. Longarm Law nods in agreement.
"But you just said undercover…" Green Thumb notes.
"What, you've never seen an undercover officer of the law?" Windsor asks.
"Isn't the whole point that you don't see them?" Green Thumb replies, but Longarm Law continues Windsor's point.
"What type of place did you think this was, exactly?"
"I honestly thought it was the WCL." Green Thumb admits.
"The Windsor Clementine Legislation?!" Longarm Law gasps.
"Yeah, them." Green Thumb nods.
"Buddy, that place was liquefied when the WCL bought them out." Windsor explains.
"Wait, you kinda look like Windsor himself."
"Not true, I'm not nearly as handsome and cool as Windsor."
"Hi not nearly as handsome and cool as Windsor, I'm Dad!"
"If you can't trust Dad, who can you trust?" Windsor gives a knowing nod.
"Oh, I see. You must be his twin brother, Wandsor."
Windsor slams his fist down on the desk. "Darn, you got me."
Green Thumb congratulates himself with a pat on the back and leaves, knowing he got the job successfully.
"Hey, did you see where that other guy went that showed up during the interview? I lost track of him completely." Longarm Law asks Windsor, and Windsor just shrugs.
"Don't ask me, I don't work here."