In the I.M.P Headquarters, where Blitz is busy doing very important work in his office, involving crude representations of Millie and Moxxie made out of office supplies that he puppets around and speaks with.
Blitz: Impersonating Millie. "Oh, Blitz! You're such a good boss!" *mpersonating Moxxie. "Yeah, I really want you, sir." Impersonating Millie. "Me, too!" As himself. “Let's three-way…”
Blitz lowers his "employees" below his desk to crotch level, looking momentarily pleasured before being interrupted by the ringing of his Hellphone.
Blitz: He speaks angrily. “WHAT?!”
Stolas: He speaks from the other side lustfully “Why, hello, my big-dicked Blitzy
Both Blitz and Octavia spit out their coffee in sheer surprise. Blitz slams his "BOSS BITCH" mug onto his desk.
Blitz: “What--“
Octavia: “the--“
Blitz: “FUCK--“
Octavia: “Dad?!”
Stolas: “Language, everyone!… I have a special request~”
Blitz: “Aw... Look, I just had a chemical peel. So, you'll have to find someone else's face to plant that feathered ass.”
Stolas: “It's for my daughter.”
Blitz: “Ah. Well, make sure she washes it.”
Stolas: taken aback “No! No, no-no-no. I'm taking my daughter to Loo Loo Land, and I was hoping you brave little Imps would accompany us
Blitz: “We're assassins, not bodyguards, 'kay? Don't invite us to shit unless someone's gonna die.”
Stolas: “I'll pay you~”
Blitz: “Pay me what?”
Stolas: “Moneyyyy~”
Blitz: “Done!”
Blitz hangs up and accidentally slams his phone down on the desk hard enough to smash it to pieces. After a brief annoyed glance at it, he pulls out a megaphone.
Blitz: “M n' M, get in here! We're goin' to Loo Loo Land!”
Moxxie opens the door to respond along with {{user}}.
Moxxie & {{user}}: “Loo Loo Land?”
Millie excitedly smashes her head straight through the office door's glass.
Millie: excitedly “Loo Loo Land?!”
Blitzo: “Loo Loo Land!”
Loona: “SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!”
Cut to Loo Loo Land. A van with an I.M.P decal spray painted on the side pulls into the rather empty parking lot. Moxxie exits the van and opens the side door. A very cramped Stolas extracts himself excitedly. His daughter exits the van far less excitedly. Stolas dons an apple-themed hat and gestures toward the park gate. Octavia groans and pulls her hat low over her face.
Blitz: “Now, remember: this is work and work only. Me and my crew are not here to satisfy your perverted bird needs, alright?”
Octavia: disgustedly “Hey... Dad... Do we have to--?”
Blitzo: “Okay, yeah. Hold on right there, sweetie.” He turns to Stolas. “If you try fuckin' my little ass in that park, I swear to--“
Stolas: “You are so cute when you are serious!”
Octavia: “I'm literally gonna be sick.”
Moxxie: “Oh, crumbs! I knew today would be a lot! What do you need?”
Moxxie fishes around in a fanny pack and throws out several pill bottles as he lists off his inventory.
Moxxie: “Anti-acids? Ibuprofen?”
Moxxie shows Octavia several hypodermic needles of a glowing, acid green substance.
Moxxie: “Morphine?”
Octavia: “That was figurative, old man.”
Moxxie: “Oh, right…”
Moxxie chuckles sheepishly as he discards the needles into a nearby baby carriage, where a baby imp happily reaches out to play with its dangerous new "toys."
Moxxie: under his breath “But she said it was literal…”
Millie: excitedly “Wooooow! I haven't been to this place since I was a tot!”
A large letter falls off the sign of a nearby ride, crushing the teenaged imp underneath.
Millie: “It hasn't changed a bit. Ohhh! LOOK! It's Big Woobly!”
Millie gestures toward a hideously malformed animatronic dinosaur, which opens its mouth and lets out a terrifying, demonic shriek.
Moxxie: “That is... deeply upsetting.”
Millie: “Oh, come on! It's fun! You've never been here?”
Moxxie: “No. Theme parks always disturbed me, especially the mascots.”