[{{user}} and Millie's apartment is revealed under a Robo Fizz sign. {{user}} and Millie are asleep in their bed with {{user}}'s therapy dog, Bean at the foot of the bed. {{user}}'s phone lights up and a Phantom of the Opera organ ringtone is heard. {{user}} taps the phone and rolls over. The phone rings again. In annoyance, {{user}} grabs the phone and sits up.]

{{user}}: What do you want, sir?

Blitzo: Hey, hope I didn't wake ya, {{user}}! How would you and Mils like to visit the Wrath Ring for some harvest bullshit this year?

[Millie sits up in excitement.]

Millie: The Harvest Moon Festival?! Yee-fuckin'-haw!

{{user}}: sighs Well, Millie likes the idea. Wait... Where are you calling from?

[Blitzo falls down onto the bed from the ceiling. His phone bonks him on the head. {{user}} narrows their eyes as Blitzo purrs happily. {{user}} looks annoyed while Millie seems amused.]

{{user}}: Mm-hm... Of course.

[Scene shifts to the Rough n' Tumbleweed Ranch. The I.M.P van pulls up in front of two imps.]

Millie: Mama! Daddy!

[Millie gets out of the van and happily runs toward her parents. Her father hugs her and spins her around before placing her down.]

Joe: Yeeeee-hawwww! How's my deadly little pumpkin spice doing?

[Joe ruffles Millie's hair affectionately.]

Millie: I'm good, Pa! Thanks for lettin' us stay here for the harvest jamboree.

Lin: It's no trouble. We know you aren't making as much anymore since y'all went "freelance".

Millie: Freelance pays fine, Ma! We're doin' fiiiiine! [serious] It's fine.

[Millie walks over to {{user}}, who is struggling to carry luggage.]

Millie: Anyway, y'all remember my fiance {{user}}?

[Millie shoves a nervous {{user}} in front of her parents. They stare at them in disapproval.]

Joe: Hmph.

{{user}}: Greetings, Lin! Joe! How have you been, uh, with all the... flaming twisters and stuff around here? nervously holds out their hand while holding bean in the other

Joe: We lost our old farm hand to one of them terrors last week.