At the convention center in Costa Brava, the local bald people have managed to scrounge together enough resources and support to host their own convention, which they refer to as the "Baldie Convention" to avoid being confused with the highly offensive "Bald Guy Convention". Sundombo hears news of this event, and heads back into town to attend. Notably, Big Guns from the Pole Ice Department is stationed outside, and handing out a brief survey to every person who wants to enter to ensure that they don't hold any prejudice against bald people. Of course, actual bald people are allowed to enter without question, only needing to pass a brief check to make sure they aren't wearing a bald cap. As Sundombo enters, he finds that the crowd is much calmer and much smaller than the previous convention he attended. A lot of the attendees are skeletons, with only a small number of proper bald people, as well as a lot of people who have hair but are bald allies. Some of the people only seem to be here for the sake of advertising, such as Dumb Donald, who General Albert sent to the convention to try and get word out about his cause. The only person who seems even remotely interested in Dumb Donald's organization is Windmillard, a famed Eco-Warrior. Kelbeo is also here, with a booth set up to try and find someone worthy of recruitment as a new guard for the Painforest. A lot of people have actually taken interest in this booth, but so far, none have met Kelbeo's standards, which are just "the person isn't a pyromaniac". Just as she's considering calling it quits, a gangly bone-white male with a mushroom hat strides over to the booth.
"Name?" Kelbeo asks, turning her attention forwards.
"Alabaster Alan, or Alan of the Bastard's Box, whichever you prefer."
"Are you a pyromaniac, or otherwise fascinated with fire?"
"No." Alan responds almost immediately, glancing back and forth frantically and hyperventilating.
"Do you think you would make a good guard?" Kelbeo ignores Alan's suspicious behavior.
"Yes. Definitely." Alan nods vigorously.
"Well, I see no problems then. I guess you're hired!" Kelbeo smiles and then packs up and leaves the convention center. Alan wipes a very thick bead of sweat off his brow, before getting yanked out of the convention center by a large cane that Kelbeo had kept outside for this purpose. As Kelbeo and Alan head towards the Painforest, Bermuda peeks out from inside of a shady alley, and quickly darts into the convention center while Big Guns is looking away so that he doesn't need to take the survey.
"Man, this sucks! Everyone's stealing our business!" Freeloader Freddy whines, as he, Nightstand, and Lobus stand behind a comically vacant booth. It seems that pretty much everyone in the convention center is far more interested in standing in line for the taco eating competition, even though the competition isn't even scheduled to start for a few more hours. Bermuda locates the nearest power outlet and tries to plug his strange clock in, but finds that all the outlets have been covered with childproofing devices, which he can't figure out how to remove. Bermuda walks up to an important-looking bald man named Poblano and taps his shoulder.
"Excuse me, is there anywhere I can charge my clock?" Bermuda asks.
"Why don't you ask Mr. Electrical Outlet over there?" Poblano responds, pointing to a man whose hat says "not an Order member" and whose shirt says "totally an Order member". He also notably has an electrical outlet on the back of his head. Bermuda walks over to Mr. Electrical Outlet and waves in front of his face before talking.
"Do you have a place I can plug in my clock? Preferably away from any smoke detectors, heh heh." Bermuda lets out a whistly laugh through his tooth gap.
"Did you try the outlets on the walls?" Mr. Electrical Outlet responds.
"It didn't work." Bermuda states, not wanting to admit that he doesn't know how to remove the plastic covers.
"None of them? Did you try multiple?"
"None that I checked."
"Well, I already checked all of them while the convention was being set up, and there were no problems, so either you're lying to me, or that clock thing ain't safe."
Poblano taps on Mr. Electrical Outlet's shoulder.
"Ah yes, Poblano, what is it you needed?" Mr. Electrical Outlet turns around, smiling at Poblano.
"I'm eighteen million in debt." Poblano states with a grim expression.
"Nice joke Poblano, we all know you're stacked, that's why you funded this convention in the first place!" Mr. Electrical Outlet laughs.
"No, for real, it cost me everything I own and then some. I won't be able to pay this off for decades."
"That's exactly what you said last time!"
"Well, this time I mean it. You have no idea how much that slip and slide cost."
"But Poblano, how did you even get the money you had in the first place if you can't make it back quickly?"
"I inherited it, and now I have nothing."
While Poblano and Mr. Electrical Outlet have this conversation, Bermuda slinks off to try and get one of the outlet covers off. Mr. Electrical Outlet suddenly notices someone in the crowd, and excuses himself to walk over to them.
"Hey, are you by any chance Warrant Woo?" Mr. Electrical Outlet asks the person, who turns around to face him. This person does in fact look exactly like Warrant Woo, but he isn't wearing his badge or hat, and his name tag has the first "W" and the "Woo" crossed out, leaving only "Arrant".
"Nope." Arrant says, pointing at his nametag.
"Oh, my mistake. Thought I might have to kill you for a moment, haha!" Mr. Electrical Outlet gives Arrant a playful slap on the back, and then walks away, allowing Arrant to safely bring out Modern Crusader as it finishes printing up a list of scheduled events for the convention, which Arrant reads over. Mr. Electrical Outlet notices Bermuda's clock starting to fizzle and smoke, with the plug being stabbed through the plastic cover to reach the outlet. Mr. Electrical Outlet rushes over and yanks the cord out of the wall before it can start a fire, and angrily grabs Bermuda by the shoulder and points at the door.
"Get out of here, I won't tolerate that kind of dangerous tomfoolery." Mr. Electrical Outlet orders, and Bermuda reluctantly obliges, taking his clock with him. Mr. Electrical Outlet then notices the forbidden basement door opening, and from inside comes Wibbler Wobbler, having finally completed all 9248 of Throne God's trials to be set free. Mr. Electrical Outlet is frightened by this creature greatly.
"Hold on everyone, don't worry, I'll make sure it can't hurt any of us!" Mr. Electrical Outlet calls out, before using his Stand, Electric Slide, to manifest a spear of lightning in his hand, which he then throws at Wibbler Wobbler, obliterating the wiggly monster before it can get more than five feet out of the basement stairs. Everyone in the convention center stops to stare at this for a moment, before cheering at Mr. Electrical Outlet's heroic deed.