Candy On The Edge Of Hell

Joe was busy inspecting a bag of apparently edible green army men, so Rupert Pennybags got to work.  He only had a few moments to achieve his goal.  He walked around the corner from the candy aisle to the custodial closet door by the back of the store.  Next to the door was a small panel.  To the normal customer it would have looked completely uninteresting and innocuous, an electrical or lighting panel perhaps.  But Richard U. Pennybags was no fool.  And neither was he a hologram, really.  He chuckled.  "I'm a REAL boy, Jepetto!"
Out came his ancient Tweedman multi-tool.  Snip-Snap, into the panel he went.  Twist, switch, snip-snap, this one goes there aannnd...

"What the HELL are you doin'!?" boomed Mama Brain, pursing her lips, and peering over his shoulder.

Pennybags jumped out of his skin, in a holographic way, of course.  He reeled towards Mama Brain, the pupils of his eyes suddenly red as lasers.

"Would-- you--PLEASE--be QUIET!!"  he seethed in a half whisper.  He turned back to the panel and quickly finished, snip-snap SNAP.  Panel closed, multi-tool sheathed.  He immediately, and without even acknowledging Mama Brain, briskly walked away and down the camping gear aisle.

"Mmm-Hmm.  Hey, Joe!"  Mama Brain muttered indignantly.  She turned back to the candy aisle.  She saw this: