The episode begins with a wideshot of Asmodeus's palace and inside her bedroom. Fizzarolli and Asmodeus are sleeping together in bed when a cuckoo clock featuring a rooster with an erected "cock" goes off which wakes up Fizzarolli under the covers.

She punches the clock and stretches her arms out to the kitchen scaring a laundry succubus destroying a chandelier and pours herself some coffee. But she burns herself so she takes the whole pot passing the same laundry woman from before making her twirl in place and sets it on a desk. She stretches out and grabs one of her hats grabbing the coffee drinking it before putting it away and stretching her above Asmodeus.

Fizzarolli: Rise and shine Ozzie!

Fizzarolli shakes an airhorn and blows it startling Asmodeus who lays back down.

Fizzarolli: Huehahahahaha!

Asmodeus: (groans) Ugh again with the horn?

Fizzarolli: Don't blame me blame how fucking fun they are! M'kay SO Today you have a meeting with the distributor about the new shipment of vvvibrators. Then you gotta host a safety meeting because of what happened with the old shipment of vvvibrators and then you have a nooner with princess Stola. Also we have a scheduled session with Y/N under the bed at 11 pm I'm sure looking forward to that~

As she speaks Asmodeus gets out of bed and puts on her robe.

Asmodeus: (sighs) You scheduled me during lunch?

Fizzarolli: Well you're pretty good at "squeezing things in".

Fizzarolli squeezes in Asmodeus's robe eyeing up Asmodeus' butt, before stretching onto her shoulder.

Fizzarolli: But I left time for a big ol' breakfast!

Asmodeus: Lemme guess I'm handling that too?

Fizzarolli: I mean unless you want me to take a crack at cooking again?

Asmodeus: Ahahahahaha-NO. Never again.

Fizzarolli: Whaaat? Maybe I could burn the milk this time!

Asmodeus: Stoooop...~

Fizzarolli: OH! You know what I'm craving? Burgers!

Asmodeus: No! It's too early for burgers, ya maniac!

Fizzarolli: Burger time! Burger time! BURGEE TIME!

(On god these two are the cutest couple in the show.)

In the kitchen while Asmodeus hums, making breakfast, Fizzarolli opens up a newspaper. An article reads "King of Ozz-A HYPOCRITE?!" Fizzarolli nervously crumples the paper and stuffs it into a trash bin and then throws the entire bin out of a window which hits someone on the street. Asmodeus opens the door to the refrigerator which lacks milk.

Fizzarolli: Yeah yeah I know I can pick up some more while I'm out today.

Asmodeus: About that... You're still going to that contest rehearsal? Without me?

Fizzarolli: Well y-you have a packed day today and I know you aren't big on the whole Mammon thing. So...

Asmodeus: It's the Greed Ring. One of the cities is literally called "Ransom".

Fizzarolli: Ah! You worry too much. You know I ain't afraid of ropes. 'Sides I'm slippery~.

Asmodeus: I mean only after I...

Fizzarolli: What?

Asmodeus: What?

Fizzarolli: Come on Oz! I can be on my own for one day!

Asmodeus: But you haven't been to the greed ring alone since becoming Mam's big brand figure.

Fizzarolli: Yeah I guess, but it's not like I'm gonna stick around!

Asmodeus: I can get you an escort. Maybe have Y/N be there for-

Fizzarolli: Augh! I can handle it! C'mon big momma.

PWEEEEASE?

Asmodeus: (laughs) Well you know I can't say no to a face that cute.

Fizzarolli: Mhm! That's why I use it.

Asmodeus: Just try to stay out of trouble Fizzy frog.

Fizzarolli: Ahh stop it!

Asmodeus: Noooo~!

Asmodeus picks Fizzarolli up in a tight squeeze laughing when a small succubus walks into the room holding a stack of boxes.

Succubus: Ozz I have the new shipment of-

She stops when she sees the two who stare back awkwardly.

Fizzarolli: Ya mind? Trying to have an unemotional bang session here!

Asmodeus: Yeah! Cuz we're so NOT in love!

Fizzarolli: Yeah! Love. Is. STUPID!

The succubus sets the boxes down and walks out of the room staring oddly at the two before closing the door.

Fizzarolli: Whew! That was close huh?

Asmodeus: (sighs) Just come right back when it's over and keep your phone on ya okay?

Fizzarolli: Got it riiight here! (grabs phone) Be riiight back after! Don't worry, Ozz! I'll be super low-key. Nobody will notice me.

The scence immediately transitions to the greed ring where Fizzarolli runs over a cup in a glamorous limo. She steps out onto purple carpet while speakers and confetti blasters shaped like dildos pop out of the car. The confetti sprays over everyone, while one demon brushes it off another chokes to death. Fizzarolli walks off and her hell dogs come out the car and start to feast on the corpse. Fizzarolli claps and whistles to get the dogs attention which works and they spiral around Fizz making her laugh. Roller skates come out of her shoes as she boosts down the street.

Fizzarolli: Whoa! Girls girls!

Fizz laughs and rolls around the block with his dogs skating at top speed knocking over demons and hitting a trash can. Her visor's built-in wipers clean all the garbage off them.

Fizzarolli: Man it's great not being in the spotlight for once!

She says as demons glared at her. Futher up the road blitza is thrown out of a coffee shop.

Blitza: Look lady it's not MY fault if you only know how to make coffee that tastes like piss!

Fizzarolli becomes shocked and hits the brakes on her skates while Blitza stammers in fear.

Blitza: Whoa whoa whoa whoa WHOA!

Fizzarolli: Oh wow. Lookee who it is.

Blitza: Oh fuck... You again...

Fizzarolli: Stalking me now huh?

Blitza: Oh don't fucking flatter yourself clown. I have my own life y'know, without YOU in it.

Fizzarolli: Uh huh sure! Blitza.

Blitza: The O is silent now bitch! And gee whiz we've been in each other's relative vicinity TWICE in the last FIFTEEN YEARS! That would make me THE SHITTIEST STALKER IN HISTORY!

Fizzarolli: Twice... IS ALREADY WAY TOO MUCH.

Fizzarolli shoves Blitza out of the way and walks off. Blitza dusts herself off and glares at Fizz.

Blitza: Yeah well at least I'm still actually working for my shit and not getting everything handed to me like some pampered attention whore!

This strikes a nerve for Fizzarolli who growls but calms down when she looks at her dogs collar that was bought by Asmodeus.

Fizzarolli: Yeah well...Guess that's what esilience and talent gets ya. (chuckles) Plus my horns were always bigger than yours weren't they?

It grows silent for a bit as Blitza stood in anger. Before Fizzarolli can walk away Blitza charges at her and they start to get into a street fight.

The screen shifts upward to a skyscraper like building where Striker and Crimson reside.

Crimson: So you say you're good? Cuz we really need a big score right now.

Striker: The best had a royal on the ropes just last week.

Alessio pours him a glass of wine while he follows up Striker's response.

Crimson: Sure but not dead?

Striker: It was... called off. But I have a body count in the hundreds! I ain't afraid to go after anyone. Women kids-

Striker's is interrupted by one of Fizzarolli's quieves getting launched into the window outside.

Striker: And cute little faced puppy looking things. Don't matter!

Striker then catches onto the fact that some drama is going on outside. She walks over to the window to see the problem while listening to Crimson's judging.

Crimson: Hmm... I'll tell ya what. If you can deliver something of value... I'll consider it.

Striker: (smirking) One moment...

Striker opens the window and pulls out her lasso. She ropes Fizzarolli and Blitza into the room and slams them against the wall laughing sinisterly.

Crimson: Hired! (laughs)

Striker: Funny to run into ya again Blitzy!

Striker pulls out her knife and slides toward Fizzarolli, pointing it under the chin.

Striker: And with a famous friend...

Blitza: Oh fuck me.

Fizzarolli: For the record we are not friends.

The scene cuts to Asmodeus's factory just below her palace where they manufacture things for Ozzie's and for general lust ring products. Currently they are creating a new toy to test for the new vibrator shipment. An imp flies away with a box containing the test vibrator while the camera passes some painter imps working on dildos. A transition can show two more imps fighting with dildos on the job, while the camera passes to a different imp carrying the same test vibrator.

Asmodeus: Larger you can never be too large (laughs) you can never be too large.

We see a conveyor belt passing the test vibrator onto a hazmat-suited imp who flies away to return the final product to Asmodeus.

Asmodeus: Hm... smaller smaller. Get this spot right there and that's good! I like... ooh I like that that's good mhm!

Asmodeus now has the test vibrator in hand before handing it back to the  imp and then looks over a blueprint to see if there's anything else needing to be modified. Two succubi then put the vibrator into the test chamber to see the results. After everyone puts on safety goggles, Asmodeus gives the thumbs up and they turn on the vibrator. The vibrator shakes violently and explodes leaving everyone scorched.

Asmodeus groans sitting alone at her desk missing Fizzarolli looking at a painting of them together. Lightning strikes as Fizzarolli's eyes strangely glow blue. Asmodeus is startled both by the lightning and his watch signaling an alarm for his noon meeting with Stola. We then cut to Stola sitting on a couch in the waiting room until Asmodeus finally opens the doors.

Asmodeus: Stola! Hey there birdy babe. Haven't seen you since you crashed my club how you been? (giggles) Still gettin' yo kink on with that feisty imp and our favourite sexy human?

Stola: Aha well um that's actually what I'm here about. You see I um... seem to have found myself with... feelings for both blitz and Y/N and I'm not sure if it's a mutual thing.

Asmodeus: Well i can tell ya if you're looking for a love potion you came to the wrong fucking girl. I don't fuck with that artificial bullshit! Lust shouldn't be about force... It's an ART! To be earned and enjoyed. It's all about that journey to pleasure town... You feel me? (giggles)

Stola: Oh! No! Never never that! I just, you see...This imp has a business she runs. She needs to access the mortal realm to carry out her work. I know your demons are some of the only ones who can traverse freely and legally. I was wondering if you could assist me in... finding a way she could too?

As she speaks Stola uses her powers to conjure up Asmodeus's book and places it on the table.

Asmodeus: (gasps) Oh! Hmmm Stola... my heart bleeds for you but my partner- Uh...Business partner Fizzarolli HATES your imp girl Blitza right? Yeah... HAAATES.

Stola: She does? But why?

Asmodeus: Not my story to tell, but trust me. I would help if I could, but I can't. Sorry...

Asmodeus notices her phone ringing with a notification of a new message from Fizzarolli's contact. She smiles and opens the notification causing the phone to fly across the room in a grand display and project a widescreen version of the message.

Crimson: Hello Asmodeus.

Asmodeus and Stola grow concerned at the appearance of Crimson and not Fizzarolli.

Crimson: You don't know me but you don't need to. All you need to know is I have your little jester here with me.

The video shows Striker bringing Fizzarolli to the camera tied up with tape over her mouth. Asmodeus grows enraged at the sight of this and tries to strangely grab the hologram out of anger.

Crimson: If you want her back alive you will give me exactly what I want.

Asmodeus: Do you have any idea who you are FUCKING WITH?!

Asmodeus' feathers glow a vivid neon before his head bursts into red flames.

Stola: I... think it's a recording.

Crimson: You probably just asked if I know who I'm dealing with and oh yes, I know. The weakest and most non-threatening of the sins. The king who will do whatever it takes to save the worst-kept secret in all of Hell.

Asmodeus grows embarrassed and turns his head away from the video.

Crimson: We both know you won't risk anything happening to the clown. So be a good little bitch and do the thing. My lawyers will be over shortly with the contract of demands. You have until the witching hour to sign it. Hueheheheheheheh! Now cut. I SAID CUT IT YA FUCKIN' MORON!

The phone falls back on the table. The whole room shakes and Asmodeus ignites in rage. Stola backs away as Asmodeus roars making the whole room glow with a beam of fire. The transition shows Alessio giving Crimson a lighter to smoke a cigar. He walks off while a mafia goon throws Fizzarolli in a cage with Blitza which Striker is on top of. Fizzarolli stammers in fear while Blitza scoots back.

Blitza: Oh chill out jester. Christ on a stick it's like you've never been tied up before!

Fizzarolli: Sure but not by a bunch of psychos! And a piece of shit!

Blitza: Am I...? Okay am I the psycho or the piece of shit?

Fizzarolli: Both!

Blitza: Yeah that checks.

Fizzarolli: How is this happening?! I was just supposed to grab some gas station milk and rehearse some juggling...!

Blitza: Oh relax, I'm sure your big royal chicken ain't gonna let anything happen to his peppy lil' fuckdoll.

Fizzarolli gets frustrated and sits up straight to scoot in front of Blitza.

Fizzarolli: Ohh playin' that card huh? Ok... What about you? Seems your tastes have gotten more... "regal" lately. Heheh and don't forget about Y/N neither.

Blitza: Yeah, well unlike you I fuck who I want when I want. I'm not gonna be tied down to some big blue-blood asshole or pinned to the wall by some red goo tentacles.

Fizzarolli: You could've fooled me the way princey was cozying up to you at Ozzie's.

Blitza: Hey! Stola only cares about having a rugged peasant raw-dog her into her mattress, it's nothing... y'know...(sighs) It's nothing else...

Fizzarolli: Then why were you even there?

Blitza: (sweating) OTHER very important reasons of course!

Fizzarolli: Whatever I don't actually care.

Blitza: I mean Stola is just a loud thirsty bitch who loves feeling the thrill of getting fucked by the lower class. It's a novelty to her.

Fizzarolli: ...Literally just said I don't care.

Blitza: And then she'll call me to see how my day was and she'll pretend to care about me and Y/N and comment on my photos and LAUGH AT MY JOKES-

Fizzarolli: (sarcastic) Oh! Well that's "definitely" your clue right there that it's all bullshit.

Blitza: I KNOW, RIGHT? Se's just a fake privileged asshole!

Fizzarolli: Sounds like you just hate her for being a princess. Because no one and I mean no one pretends to care that much just for a cheap lay.

Blitza: Point is royal demons don't give a shit about guys like us. They're all the fuckin' same.

Fizzarolli: That's not...! A-always true... But I guess you're right. They can't all be the same if some have taste and some wanna fuck you.

Blitza: Can we talk about something other than my sex life? Satan's taint is fucking that Lust girl make this what you're all about now?!

Fizzarolli: YOU brought it up asshole!

Striker bangs on their cage interrupting them.

Striker: WOULD YOU TWO SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY?! Bicker like a couple of teen skanks...As far as I'm concerned you two are BOTH embarrassments to our kind for meddling with blue-bloods to begin with. (sighs) But at least loud-mouth here has the sense to only fuck her rich bitch instead of being a little purse dog.

Blitza: Oh great. The fucking supremacist is on my side wonderful.

Fizzarolli: Neither of you filth bags know what you're even talkin' about. If you think you're superior to ANYONE then you're no better than any royal-

Striker grows agitated at Fizzarolli's words. Before she can continue she grabs Fizz by the neck to stop her from talking.

Striker: DON'T. You. Dare... Finish that sentence clown....and as for you blitz the only reason I haven't killed ya is because I can use you as a bargaining chip to lure Y/N in. Once I'm done with him we'll be hells most infamous killers dropping royalty along with our children our MANY MANY children!

Blitza: You fucking crazy bitch!

Crimson: HEY! Hick-for-hire! I said watch em not fuck 'em. Keep ya hands off the merchandise!

Striker frowns at Fizzarolli one more time squeezing her neck before jumping off the cage.

Fizzarolli: Eaugh! Ever heard of mouthwash?! FUCK FAAAACCCE!

We cut back to Asmodeus looking frustrated and tired. She is holding the lawyer's contract for Crimson's ransom.

Asmodeus: (groans) Can I just sign it already? Like can we move this along?

Crimson's lawyer shrugsnand gives her a pen. Stola suspects that the lawyer being fine with this could mean something's off.

Stola: Majesty you need to know the contents of this contract, you can't just sign it. A deal made with a sin like yourself would be everlastingly binding... Perhaps I can look it over I'm a fast reader. (mumbles) Oh! Hmmm... This is a contract giving Crimson all of Ozzie's factory assets. And giving him permission to use Fizzarolli's head for a wall decoration.

Asmodeus grows outraged and rips the contract out of Stola's hands.

Asmodeus: WAIT WHAT?!

Lawyer: Juuuust making sure you're paying attention! (nervous laugh) Here's the real contract.

Crimson's lawyer retrieves a stack of papers and shoves them forward on the desk.

Stola: (claps) Oohoohoohoo! This will be fun! I love words!

Back with blitz and Fizzarolli
Fizzarolli struggles to escape her imprisonment while Blitza just watches it all happen.

Blitza: Ya know? You're really bad at this.

Fizzarolli: Hmmm ya know? Last time I checked, I was a FUCKING JESTER, NOT an escape arti-

Fizz's struggling gets her zapped due to rubbing his arms together in her wrap. She shoots up her head slamming the cage leaving an indent and falls back down.

Fizzarolli: I wish Y/N was here.

Blitza: Yeah fat chance of that he isn't even in hell.

Fizzarolli: What!?

Blitza: He took up work for a client he's on earth right now killing people probably.

Meanwhile with Y/N.

Carnage: Y/N are you sure this is gonna work?

Y/N: Oh don't worry it will.

Y/N looks at his phone which showed a new Facebook account labeled "Kittyclaws420". He typed his age as 12 years old and had tricked his target to come see him.

He stood in a narrow alley waiting for his target to come to him.

Y/N: Should be here any second.......

On que a large man stomped into view freezing when he saw Y/N with his symbiote claws.