Starskate approaches Shades Shadester's shady shack, and Shades looks at Starskate through his shades.
"And what types of shady goods might you be looking for today?" Shades inquires.
"Somethin' to pop these off with." Starskate says, placing the bloodshot boxes on the counter.
"Ah, I see. Yeah, we got this thing in just earlier this week." Shades takes a near-mint condition Clotgun out from behind the counter and puts it down.
"How much?"
"For a tool this fresh, the lowest I can go is 8000 M.U. But if that's too rich for your blood, I could scuff it up a bit and knock the price down."
"Alright, well if I trade in this, how much does that count for?" Starskate offers up his shotgun.
"I'd say around 2500, give or take."
"Shid, I still don't have enough. Do you accept dirtcoin?"
"Yeah, but I'll warn you that if you pay with dirtcoin, my services will be off limits to you for the next month."
Despite never shopping here before and having no intention of coming back, this still seems like a potential huge loss in Starskate's eyes as he contemplates his options. With no other choice, though, he forks over his shotgun and an appropriate amount of dirtcoin, and takes the Clotgun with him as he leaves Shades behind.
Meanwhile, Legionova has used a loophole in his ability to swap places with stars to swap with a starfish, allowing for him to escape from the star bottle and arrive on the beach. Sulley starts trying to yell at Legionova, but he doesn't even acknowledge her, instead beginning to stomp back towards the WCL. However, in doing so, he kicks up a clump of sand, under which the very angry crab Cancer was lurking. Cancer promptly pinches one of Legionova's most sensitive toesies, and Legionova lets out an agonized roar of pain.
"Bro! Get the fuck away from my hole or I'll do that again!" yells Cancer.
"Fine! This planet sucks anyways!" Legionova says in a pouty voice, before retreating into space as Cancer reburies itself in the sand.
As night falls on Costa Brava, El Diablo calls a meeting of supposed actual importance at the WCL.
"Alright, guys, so everyone at the Pole Ice Department is currently out at a party to celebrate their upcoming day off, which means the place is completely undefended right now. This is the perfect opportunity for us to raid them and see if they have any useful items or information or anything. But first, as you may have all realized, we've reached the end of the month, which means it's time to announce which of our members will be deemed petty criminal of the month."
A hush falls over the conference room as everyone expectantly watches El Diablo, as a slot machine-like visual scrolls through all the WCL members one at a time rapidly, slowing down gradually as it gets closer to stopping on the winner. After many suspenseful seconds, Mugsy's image is displayed on the screen.
"IMPOSSIBLE!" Blight shouts, slamming his fist on the table.
"By cleaning the pool, you technically did community service, which is the opposite of petty crime, so Mugsy took the lead." El Diablo explains, as Mugsy receives a new Mugsy mug as well as a medal crafted from the gold that Meatsmith melted down.
"Wait, wait, you said the PID is throwing a party? I should probably head there." Windsor says, standing up and running downstairs and out the door before anyone can stop him.
"You know, I made a crime recently." Adzaster comments, before placing a massive on the table.
"What is that?" El Diablo asks.
"Absolutely huge." Adzaster says, before leaving to return to the advertising room. The proposition seems impressed with this, though it's hard to say for certain.
"Anyways, obviously most of you are gonna be thrilled to go on this mission, so instead of deciding who WILL be going, let's figure out who WON'T be." El Diablo says.
"Alright, anyone not in my van in the next twenty seconds isn't coming." mxy says, before dashing away from the conference table. Blight, Crime Lad, Dinomundo, and Lunch promptly scramble after mxy, and Boneregard follows at a more leisurely pace, while everyone else either sticks behind or is too caught off guard to follow. The sound of screeching tires can be heard as mxy zooms away with the others who came along, leaving behind El Diablo, Cybr, Bunny, Bunny's Shadow, not cool, the proposition, and Mugsy at the conference table. Cybr gets up and just walks back to his office, locking the door behind him. A few seconds later, everyone else gets up and goes back to their respective domains, leaving El Diablo as the only person at the table.
"Yo, am I late?" Trash King says, popping up out of the trash bin.
"Yeah, a little." El Diablo responds.
"Alright, was just gonna say I ain't gonna be available anyways, so whatevah." Trash King dips back into the bin, and El Diablo uses his repaired legs to return upstairs to the throne room.
"Aw, no, no, no, NO!" mxy cries in frustration as the nastoids begin spawning in the road. He had been hoping that his urgent leaving from the meeting would let him get to the relatively nearby PID without interruption, but it seems he was seconds too late. It seems these nastoids are more coordinated than usual, too, forming essentially an unliving wall blocking the road. In front of all these is a regular, non-nastoid zombie named Mr. Fantango, who is waving around a flag to command the nastoids. This flag is actually his Stand, Zombies On Your Lawn, which allows him to control the otherwise mindless nastoids that spawn at night.
"Halt! This street is nastoid protected! You'll have to go somewhere else!" Mr. Fantango says as mxy repeatedly slams his fist on the horn.
"Get the hell out of the road! The only thing this is doing is endangering you and your nasty friends, because if you don't move, I'll just plow right through you."
"I'd like to see you try." sneers Mr. Fantango. mxy steps on the gas, and Mr. Fantango has the nastoids focus their numbers right in front of mxy's van, causing it to crash into them and crumble, being completely totaled in the process.
"FUCKING DUMBASS ZOMBIES!" mxy screams with anger.
"I warned you, but you didn't listen! You'll have to wait until morning if you want to go through here!"
"We're on a mission here, bud. Don't make me go out there and deal with you myself."
"What exactly would you even do, huh? There's way too many of us to take on with your bare hands!"
mxy brings out a bottle of vinegarf, and hurls it into Mr. Fantango's oversized eye, blinding him. Mr. Fantango loses focus, and the nastoids blocking the road disperse, leaving the path to the PID clear. mxy waves for everyone to get out of his wrecked van as he begins hauling it back to the WCL, while everyone else continues towards the PID.