"It looks quite nice, it looks nicer than the Target that used to be here. Let's go visit the museum, actually, see it while we're here. --Where was I. So my man Tommy used to sing to the plants to make them grow better. And that was the song he used to sing, so I thought, what a way to honor Tommy, you know, one of the most, one of the most loyal members of our fair nation, than by basing the song on him, you know? And they’re all singing it based on his little… his little muse, you know? Tommy's our-- Tommy's all of our muse really, I'd say. --Here's the museum! I haven't actually been in museums a lot, but last time-- that's where I met Ranboo, actually, was in this museum! I met you in this museum, right?" He's talking quickly, clearly, like a stage actor or a man animated by some otherworldly force.

"Yeah! You saw me next to the, um, the poster of myself. I don’t know why’s that still up. I kinda just put that there and it proceeded to stay there. ...Is that still up? Oh, no, it's gone."

"Well, it was right here, on this wall." He points for Q. "I quite liked it. Apparently it's not worthy enough to be history, though." He laughs a little.

"Shame," says Q, because something like ninety-eight percent of his brain is currently occupied trying to figure out if they're about to run into Eret and how he's going to manage that if so. 

(Eret's not, in fact, here; it's early enough in the day that they're likely still at home.)

Wilbur walks into the camarvan. "In here, in this-- this is where the Declaration of Independance used to sit, on the wall, here." There's an empty frame on the wall, backed by obsidian; it's the only piece of obsidian and the only frame. It was actually quite- It was actually quite a nice little van. Not as quite as good as ours, I wouldn’t say. I quite liked what you were doing with it, Ranboo, have you been working on it since I was gone?"

"Yeah! I've been working on it, I added a nice little table outside, did some pathways, got some appropriately themed flowers. --Q helped."

"Thank you, Q, for helping my man Ranboo with everything. What could I do without you two? I'm--I'm really excited to be working with you two, man, you're great."

Woo! Victory! This should not be as much of a relief as it is but he is going to deal with that later or perhaps never! 

"Yeah! Ranboo's been excellent." 

"Let's go to L'Manberg. Let's go to--what was L'Manberg. It's just a big glass thing now, isn't it, so. Let's go and see it."

"I think it goes by L'Manhole now apparently."

"I-- ah, that's kinda--ah, I'm not a fan. It's kind of--rude, to L'Manberg's history, you know? It's-- It's called L'Manberg. It's called L'Manberg. Not Manburg, not L'Crater, or whatever, L'Manhole, I don't care. It's L'Manberg. It's always L'Manberg, okay? Just how it goes."

"Mhm. Yeah. Okay."

"Yeah. So that's why-- that's why the song exists as it is and-- oh, there's no glass!" (They are not quite at the crater, but they're close enough to see part of it. There is, indeed, no glass.)

"Yeah! It seems to have changed a little bit."

Phil did a really good job with the terraforming. If this was in fact Phil, he's pretty sure it was Phil. 

"I assume it wasn't always this... pretty." 

"Yooooooooo! It--it very much did not, I actually didn't know this was here--oh!!!! it's even got the flag, man, can we go down and see the flag? C'mon c'mon c'mon--shit, I'm struggling to climb--I'm like a lemming, I don't care, I'm just gonna jump! Look at this, dude!!!!"

"--Oh, uh, careful--"

Q picks his way down the canyon walls and notes for later that there's water at the bottom, this might be a good place for elytra practice. 

"You know he's not gonna listen," he says quietly to Ranboo. 

Quietly, to Q: "Yeah."

Meanwhile: "Damn, I really went down to bedrock, didn't I, holy shit, I did a number on this place. This is amazing! See, this is--this is what it deserved. Not that glass bullshit, y'know? This is what it needed. It needed this, like, beautiful overgrown--it feels like, you know, it happened! It doesn't just feel like, oh yeah, it's a monument. It feels like--this is--you know, nature's claimed it back." He's started climbing back up, through the ruins of an apiary. "Oh, it's got a lake! They've rebuilt the lake, man! And, look, they made the lake flow into, like--this used to be real! This was a real river, it connected about here--" He's at the edge of the crater now, pointing towards the middle of the crater, when he stops dead in his tracks, leans forward, and squints. "Is that--do you see that, Q, is that--is that Tubbo? Ranboo, do you see that?"

(It is, in fact, Tubbo, sitting at the edge of the crater with his legs dangling in, holding a ukelele and wearing a suit at least one size two big for him.)

"I— think so? I can't really see—" 

He's in Schlatt's jacket again. He isn't thinking about that.

"--Yeah, that's Tubbo."

Wilbur starts running towards the figure, waving wildly. "HEY, TUBBO! TUBBO!"

(As they approach, they can hear Tubbo singing the anthem.)

"TUBBO? T-Tubbo! Tubbo!"