"YOU GOTTA LET ME OUT OF HERE!" Yung Crackhead screams, shaking the bars of his confinement, which is the gate surrounding a play pen area in a rehabilitation center. "I DON'T BELONG HERE! I DON'T WANT TO STOP DOING DRUGS!"
The person who Yung Crackhead is shouting to is a terribly decrepit man by the name of Fredz, who is currently playing with a toy truck just outside of the designated play pen area. Fredz gives Yung Crackhead a look with his hollow eyes, and then returns to what he was doing before.
"I feel you, man. I didn't want to come here, but the gas station I was buying boner pills from decided that I had a problem, so they called these guys on me." says Gunter Super Smash, who's sitting in the play pen with Yung Crackhead. Suddenly, an alarm can be heard ringing out, followed by a loud crash as a cloud of dust fills the room. When the dust clears, it becomes apparent that a van has driven straight through the wall, creating a breach to the outside world. From inside, Fred Jones peeks out his head and waves at Fredz.
"PARTNER! I CAME HERE TO SAVE YOU, GET IN THE MYSTERY VAN!" Fred shouts, and Fredz looks up at him.
"Fred, I came to rehab of my own will, your adventures are bad for me." Fredz says.
"That's nonsense, partner! Besides, if you don't come with me, who's gonna eat all these weed brownies?"
Fredz begins to salivate, and against his own will, climbs into the passenger seat. The van starts pulling out in reverse, and Gunter quickly jumps onto it, latching onto the front of the car.
"WAIT! DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!" Yung Crackhead yells as the van pulls away, unable to figure out how to get past the knee-height gate to the pen.
"This just in, the Bad Breath Killer is still at large, after yet another incident leaving not a single witness to confirm the identity of this monster. We recommend any listeners avoid the Costa Brava area until this case has been resolved. More at…" Fred dials down the radio until it's inaudible, before speaking up.
"Listen here, partner. Costa Brava got taken over by a giant robot and pretty much everyone left, so their Treyzures are completely undefended." Fred explains. Fredz is currently shoveling brownies into his mouth, so when he tries to respond, it just comes out as muffled nonsense.
"That's exactly what I was thinking, partner! We go to Costa Brava and we take everything we find! I cleared out a bunch of space in the van just for this!"
"Hey, do you guys have any more snacks?" Gunter asks, having snuck into the back of the van. Fredz shakes his head, finishing the last of the brownies. "Aw, man. I was getting hungry. Also, can you open the sunroof? It's stuffy in here."
"Yeah, yeah, alright, whatever. Wait a second…" Fred turns around to look at Gunter. "Who the hell are you?!"
"My name's Gunter, I tagged along with you guys from rehab." Gunter says. "But seriously, I think we're far enough away, we can probably pull over and get some food."
"Oh! I know just the place!" Fred exclaims, opening the sunroof and then proceeding to floor it straight towards Costa Brava.
Near the remains of the WCL building, a massive stunt cannon has been set up, and a wide array of folding chairs are standing in the empty street. Next to the cannon is Lunch, who has Another Voice hooked up to a nearby speaker.
"We've come here today in remembrance of a good friend who we lost a little while ago and only just recently managed to find the body of." Lunch says. The body in question belongs to Mugsy, and has been loaded into the cannon. Three of the closest folding chairs are occupied by Chiminal, Boneregard, and Thinkles Junior, and one more masked figure is in attendance much farther back. "As you all know, in his will, Mugsy wrote that his final wish was to be buried in the world's biggest meatball, but we couldn't find that, so we went with his second idea, which was blasting him into space in a giant cannon."
"I always had a soft spot for that guy. He really was the criminal of the month." Chiminal says, rubbing tears from his eyes, before getting a grin on his face. "But now, by default, that means I get to be the criminal of the month! Suck on that, losers!"
"Okay. Anyone else have anything they'd like to add?"
The man in the back raises his hand.
"Ah, Mr. Berkowitz, I almost didn't see you back there."
Lunch steps aside as the masked man walks to the front, and starts giving a heartfelt speech with emotional hand gestures, which is completely inaudible due to the muffling of his mask.
"Mmm, mm mmm mmmmm mmmph mmmphhhh mmmmmphmmmm mmmm mm! Mmm mmm mmmph? MMMM! Mmm mmmm mmphmmm mphhhmmmphh mmmmphh mmm!" Berkowitz finishes his speech, giving a deep bow before returning to his seat.
"Well, if that's all we have to say, then let's get on with this." Lunch lights the fuse on the cannon, and the funeral attendees watch as the fuse dwindles, until the cannon fires off, sending Mugsy's body up into the stratosphere.
The Time Police's car chugs along the road at a steady pace, still hot on the hologram's tail. Wiggles McGee is in the back seat, under strict orders to not speak unless spoken to while in the vehicle. Akulbek has his eyes fixated on the hologram on the road ahead, and Mr. Grey is holding the tracking device lazily in one hand, while using his other to scroll through his phone. Suddenly, an alert appears on his phone, covering the entire screen and making a loud noise.
"AIIIEEEE!" Mr. Grey yelps, nearly falling into the back seat. On the screen are three rotating 3D headshots, with the text "ACTIVE CONTAMINANTS NEARBY" flashing on screen repeatedly. "We have to do something this is soy bad for us. More guys than ever pop ping pup on my damn device!"
Mr. Grey puts his phone in front of Akulbek's face to show him the alert.
"Not right now. We get them later, da? For now, 'Mister Green'." Akulbek responds.
"I told yoy not to call him Mr. Green my cousin already hasthat name." Mr. Grey says in a scolding tone, pulling his phone back towards himself. After a few more minutes of following the hologram, Akulbek watches the projection phase straight through the ground, and slams on the brakes.
"We must dig." Akulbek says, looking over at Mr. Grey.
"Not right now I hava to make a call." Mr. Grey responds, pointing at Wiggles. "You do it for me."
"How? Do you guys have a shovel?" Wiggles asks, jolting upright in his seat.
"Every special agent keeps their tools in the back. Find what works best for you." Akulbek says, and Wiggles gets out of the car, opening the trunk and sifting through the many strange gadgets and trinkets until he finds a shovel, at which point he starts digging through the dirt in front of the car.