Nighttime. King Harkinian sighed as he picked up the phone, dialing various numbers as he began to call Gwonam. Gwonam eventually picked up, being on his cellphone as he was riding on his magic orange carpet, while Harkinian was still in the castle, particularly being in his royal bedroom.

"Please come back," Harkinian stated as he rubbed the back of his head with his right hand. "Things have gotten... a little unruly around here."

"...No." Gwonam replied as he hung up the phone, flying up and down and all around as he began exploring the rest of the world. "Squadalah!"

Harkinian sighed as he folded his arms in disappointment, shaking his head. "Well, that was a total waste of a good night..."