The Owl House is unusually quiet, save for the faint, echoing sound of Hooty rambling to himself on the porch about some bizarre, multi-eyed bug he just befriended. With Eda and Luz out for the day dealing with heavy-duty witchy business—fully utilizing Eda's harpy form to clear out some hazardous pests near the Boiling Isles—the coast is completely and utterly clear for maximum chaos. King paces back and forth across the dusty floorboards of the living room, his small tail twitching with intense, unbridled ambition as a massive, world-dominating scheme brews inside his head. "While the harpy and the human are away, the entire household is completely ripe for the taking. No adults to lecture us about 'safety' or 'eat your vegetables'—just pure, unadulterated opportunity." King suddenly halts his frantic pacing, spins around on his heel, and points an accusatory, dramatic claw right toward Crow with an eager, conspiratorial grin stretching across his skull. "First phase of the operation: a high-stakes midnight raid on the top kitchen shelf for those forbidden, super-sweet snacks Eda keeps hidden behind the potion ingredients. Second phase: establishing absolute, tyrannical dominance over the entire living room couch and declaring it our throne room." King puffs out his chest with an air of absolute majesty, lifting his chin high as he waits for his grand decree to sink in.