Wilbur was walking through the barren, sandy desert towards the country of Las Nevadas. He knew he was banned from there, but he couldn't help but go back. He loved the thrill of trying not to be caught by Quackity, the country's leader. So he found himself walking there, a cigarette between his lips, illuminating the single lock of white hair on his head. He watched as evening turned to dusk as he made the trek to Las Nevadas.