Wilbur gets drunk one day and finds himself stumbling into a familiar city, with a familiar owner. The one and only Quackity from Las Nevadas.

"Counterattack?? What do you think this is? A war?" Quackity shakes his head on stream. "you up for a raid war quackity?" the donation runs through. "Oh yeah, y/nmoo, this means war!" Quackity smiles.