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Hello there.

I'm Ryan Reynolds.

Yeah, hmm.

That Ryan Reynolds.

I'm a film actor,

occasionally I dabble
in television

and other industries.

I'm also a father.

But I'm ready to move on
from all of that crap.

So what's next?

Wildlife, that's what.

Nope, not these blowhards.

They don't need my help.

I'm here for these guys.

Nature's benchwarmers.

I'm talking grade-A freaks

and their freakin' bizarre,
weird, freakshow lives.

Get ready for the Underdogs.

♪ I wanna be your underdog ♪

These guys are
the grossest, weirdest...

♪ I'm not number one,
but I'm second to none ♪

...the most unlikely stars
in the great movie of life.

♪ Heroes are overrated
when you are the outlaw ♪

Now it's their time to shine.

♪ Cuz I wanna be
your underdog ♪

Wherever there is
blatant mischief,

wherever there is
abject cowardice,

wherever there is unbearable
sexual tension...

...that's where you'll find
the underdogs.

You tell 'em, Green Day.

♪ I'm not a loser ♪

♪ I'm not a loser ♪

♪ I wanna be your underdog ♪

I'm Ryan Reynolds.

♪ I wanna be your underdog ♪

And I endorse these weirdoes.

Welcome to my home.

It's a busy temple overlooking
the Indian Ocean.

And a beautiful setting
for an ingenious hustle.

This is me,
a long-tailed macaque.

Some say I sound
like Ryan Reynolds.

I don't know why.
I've never been to Canada.

This is the story of how
underdogs like us can get ahead

through slightly
underhanded means.

Generalized scheming.

Thievery.

Also, maybe just a little bit
of light, uh, racketeering.

Not sure what I mean?

Take it away, guys.

Ah!

They say crime doesn't pay.

Sure does in our case.

The real prize is food,

which we figured out
we're given in exchange

for returning the tourists'
trashy-ass belongings.

Nice work.

But petty theft,
that's just the beginning.

There are underdogs out there

with a whole host
of special skills,

and I've got a job in mind that
calls for the best of the best.

I'm building a crack team
of devious animals,

drawn from all over the world.

Each one a hustler.

Each one a master
of their own unique con.

Experts when working alone.

But put 'em all together
and I've got the lineup I need

to pull off the perfect heist.

First up, we need someone
who knows how to go undercover.

Deep undercover.

But there's no one here.

Or is there?

Oh, you've just been fooled
by the hairy frogfish.

His flamboyant frills
aren't my idea of subtle,

but down here, they allow him
to blend in perfectly

while he goes hunting.

The change of current
has just blown his cover.

That's bad news for a guy

who relies on
the element of surprise.

But you don't live life
as a bottom-feeder

without having a few tricks
up your sleeve.

Including walking.

That's not bad for a fish, huh?

But with this guy, I've learned
to expect the unexpected.

Now he just has to motor
his boat to a new location,

his next big target.

This place looks pretty good.

Plenty of prey
in these dark crevices.

Reminds me of that airport
bathroom in Minneapolis.

Now, watch the master at work.

A quick disguise change

that takes...

two... whole... weeks.

Two, what, two full
business weeks?!

Ooph.

Wow.

Okay, so he's not the most
efficient criminal on Earth.

But you give him
a mere 336 hours,

and he has transformed
from a mid-winter pale

to a late summer
dark and deadly.

That's perfect for blending in
to his new hunting grounds.

And just like
my Internet browser,

incognito mode, baby.

Wow.

Now all he's gotta do is
set the bait and reel 'em in.

What's the bait?

Oh, you know, it's a bit
of modified fin

that looks like a worm.

It's a little gamey, but, uh,
it's also, you know, chewy,

impossible to digest.

Oh, that poor
unsuspecting fish.

He will be missed.

Gone, in a few thousandths
of a second.

And that was just
the appetizer.

There's the main course.

And there's dessert.

And besides
a little indigestion,

he's the perfect hidden hitman.

And a must for my lineup.

Sadly, with my
international notoriety,

I've no hope
of going incognito.

But you do not get the job done
with undercover work alone.

We need intel, and lots of it.

Most animals out there

subscribe to the same
tired deal we all do.

You work hard,
you try your best,

follow the rules,
and you'll be rewarded.

Well, we hustlers have a word

for animals who fall for
those instructions:

suckers.

Marks.

Targets.

Morons.

These warblers are living
the all-American dream.

Teeny, tiny white
picket fences,

working day in and day out
to put food on the table

so their 2.5 kids can grow
big and strong.

And deeply resentful
of their parents

and all their hard work.

Yes, those little
won't understand it

till they have their own kids.

But one of their little ones
is turning out to be

much bigger than the others.

To understand why that is,

we need to rewind
the tape a little.

For weeks, these
hardworking warblers

have been under surveillance.

By a master of the secret
sting operation.

That's right, it's a cowbird.

She's been secretly
staking out the nest,

keeping track of the number
of eggs as they're laid.

And then, while the warblers
go off warbling,

or whatever it is
that warblers do all day...

...the cowbird comes by to drop
off a very special package.

If she's caught,
her plan will be ruined.

But my colleague has
an unusual talent,

perfect for
an aviary infiltrator.

She can lay an egg
in under seven seconds.

Boom.

Special delivery, suckers.

This inexplicably giant extra
egg might seem pretty obvious,

but these warblers are dumb
as a bag of bricks.

How do you still exist?

Sorry.

To these literal birdbrains,
it checks out.

But don't go thinking that this
is a one-off, no, no, no, no.

This is just a tiny part of
a whole empire of espionage.

Over one season, the cowbird
gathers data on multiple nests,

memorizing their locations
and monitoring their status.

Ready to hit each nest
with an extra egg

when it maximizes
her own chick's chances.

And she's got no fancy
mainframe computer, mind you.

The most impressive part is
all that intel is safely stored

in her high-powered,
pistachio-sized brain.

By the end of the season, this
feathered little egg dispenser

can have laid up to 50 stealthy
eggs in unsuspecting nests.

Now that's a hustle.

The warblers, they never appear
to catch on to the reason

that one of their babies
is so oversized.

They feed him and raise him
along with their own brood.

And by outsourcing the work,

the cowbird produces
far more chicks

than she could on her own.

As parenting goes,
it's a masterstroke.

And as an example
of reconnaissance,

it's just genius.

And the reason that
she's the one I trust

to be the eyes and ears
of my operation.

So, I have
my master of disguise

and surveillance specialist.

But what about when
we need equipment?

Well, when it comes to making
something out of nothing,

turns out I know just the guy.

I just need to pry him away
from the ladies.

Welcome to Wales.

Don't call it England.

Beautiful country,
and allegedly a great place

to go into witness protection.

They call my next associate
The Spider.

Because he's, well,
he's a... he's a spider.

With this one, what you see
is rarely what you get.

But charm like this
can entangle anyone.

He's out doing
what he does best.

Searching for a lady spider
willing to mate.

Luckily for him,
some females want to be found.

And they leave a trail of silk
for him to follow.

Been there.

But if something
seems too easy,

it's usually because
there's a catch.

Yes, a trail of dead bodies
is a bit of a red flag.

This is the female.

She's a man-eater.

Literally.

Eats them.

The last five guys,
well, let's just say

they got more than
they bargained for.

So our spider friend is
gonna need a plan,

and he's thinking the perfect
gift might do the trick.

The perfect gift obviously
being the corpse of a fly.

But his skills don't extend
to web building to catch food.

And catching flies on foot

is really hard work.

He's gotta get creative

and use his special
set of skills...

Counterfeiting.

And what could he offer
in place of a juicy fly?

Flowers, that's what, my man.

Flowers.

Expertly dressed up in silk
to look like the real thing.

Flowers are not as popular
in the spider-verse

as they are in the human world,

but as long as she doesn't
notice until he's gone,

my old friend might just
get away with it.

Understandably,
he's a bit nervous.

After all, it's a first date
with a serial killer.

We've all been there.

The trick is to get out of
the car as quickly as you can.

Time to present
the spider woman

with his generous package.

Careful now.

She seems to be
taking the bait.

And if you don't want to know
what spider sex looks like,

look away now.

Even though you won't.
I know I'm not.

I'm never looking away.

That's hot,

but mostly weird.

You're still looking,
aren't you?

Me too.

I can't stop.

Ah, so, so gross,
but so beautiful.

So majestic.

But mostly gross.

So, he got away with it
this time,

but I did say he's got
an insatiable appetite

for the ladies,

and he never did learn
to quit when he was ahead.

He keeps on wrapping flowers
and keeps on fooling females.

Until he starts
to get complacent,

wrapping up any old trash.

And as all forgers know,

when your handiwork
starts to get sloppy,

that's the day consequence
comes knocking at the door.

That's right.

That's the day...

you get nailed.

RIP Spider, you died
doing what you love.

I guess this is one job

that I'll be pulling off
without you.

So, I find myself with
a vacancy in my lineup.

I'm thinking maybe it's time
for an infiltrator,

someone, someone comfortable
being behind enemy lines.

Trouble is there's always
that one character

that takes the acting way too
far, and goes 110% full method.

And I love working
with method actors.

When your process has to become
my process, that's teamwork.

These fancy feathered show-offs
are male ruffs.

Once a year,
thousands of these birds

fly all the way here
from Africa,

for what I believe
the Nordics call

a super
friendly good time sex party.

The males are joined by less
extravagant-looking females.

Among them is my contact,
Philippa.

She and the other ladies are
met with a dance extravaganza

that involves more feathers

than a cabaret
in a chicken coop.

♪ Sinew exploding
from chrome hooves ♪

♪ Can he run in a tutu? ♪

♪ 'Cause he moves
like a generator ♪

♪ He puts the foot down
and see you later ♪

What usually happens when
a bunch of egomaniacs face off

in a high-stakes dance contest?

♪ Go-go ♪

♪ Watch-watch my-my... ♪

Yeah, it descends into
a little slap fight.

♪ Look at him go ♪

No, keep going,
it doesn't look stupid.

♪ Look at him go ♪

♪ Look at him go ♪

♪ Look at him go ♪

The males, they're so busy
scrapping and posing

that most of them forget

they're even here
to mate at all.

♪ Ask us to kneel
and bow to the floor ♪

♪ She said no
and she asked, "What for?" ♪

Which must be a little
frustrating for the females,

who have flown
4,000 miles to...

not get any action.

But that's when
Philippa steps up.

While the males are busy
fighting each other,

she sneaks in

and mates with the females.

Yes, you heard me, plot twist!

Big one.

Philippa is actually Phil.

This method-acting genius
is one of the 1%

of the male ruff population
that has female plumage.

This way he avoids the brawling

and gets close enough
to the ladies

to make sweet, sweet
feathery love.

And when it comes to
staying in character,

Phil is nothing short
of a professional,

even letting the other males
mate with him

to maintain the disguise.

That's commitment.

Textbook infiltration.

And thus I have come 180
on method acting.

There it is, that's why you
do it, that's why you commit.

By the time the other males
figure out they've been played,

he's out of there,

leaving them nothing to do
but carry on fight-dancing.

Okay, guys, you can stop now,
the ladies are all gone.

You know what, actually,
keep going.

This is the one, this is
the one that's gonna solve it.

No matter how stacked
your lineup is,

when pulling off a heist,

you never know when
you might hit a snag.

That's why every team needs
someone with a cool head

and the smarts to figure
their way out of a tight spot.

And they don't make 'em
any more cunning

than they do...

down under.

One of my guys is about
to demonstrate

exactly how you
come out swinging

when your back is
against the wall.

Because he's about to
come up against her,

an assassin bug.

And take it from me,
she didn't get that name

by helping old ladies
across the road.

She's searching the forest
for her next victim.

And is homing in on my little
friend, the mad hatterpillar.

A name earned by sporting
some of Mother Nature's

most unusual head apparel.

But unfortunately for him,
he's about to enter

the most vulnerable stage
of his life cycle.

After gorging himself
on leaves,

he needs to shed his skin,

which has become
too tight for his body.

Think of it like trying
to wrestle your way

out of a sleeping bag
that's two sizes too small,

or early 2000s skinny jeans
while wearing a Halloween mask

with a unicorn horn
on your head.

I'm not saying I've done that,

but a lot of things happened,
uh, in the early 2000s,

that you carried over right
into 2019, like skinny jeans,

and you just think
wow, I should've,

why didn't someone
say something?

I've been married,
and you could've, you know.

Oh, no!

The assassin bug is closing in.

As he finally leaves
his old skin behind,

he holds onto one bit:

the head.

Because it turns out his pointy
headgear is not just a fun hat,

it's four stories
of previous head skin

all stacked
on top of the other,

and his secret weapon

in the fight against
would-be assassins.

When it comes to carrying out
all the murdering,

the assassin bug's
evil-looking pointy mouth part

is capable of
stabbing, liquefying,

and sucking up brains all in
one neat, pointy package.

But only if you know which head
is the real one.

She's utterly bamboozled

by the hatterpillar's
four-story head hat.

And doesn't know
where to strike.

In her confusion,
she targets the fake heads.

Harmless to the caterpillar

who then uses his head hat...

...as a weapon.

Blow by blow, the hatterpillar
battles the assassin bug

to the edge of the leaf.

And, well, so long,
assassin bug.

The hatterpillar is a must
on the crew.

And as I always say, don't
bring a knife to a head fight.

I never say that,
but I did that just now,

alluding to the fact
that I do say it often.

But I don't.

So I've got almost
every underdog I need

to pull off the perfect crime.

There's just one
critical thing left.

Every team needs someone
to take the fall.

And this family knows
all about that.

The jackals.

An extra mouth to feed has put
pressure on these guys

to deliver the goods.

Trouble is, everything
they might hunt

is either too big...

too fast...

...or too much of a psycho.

Oh, you know
who you are, Barry!

Remember that time
in Baton Rouge?

Yeah, you do.

And frankly, when you've
eaten termites once,

it's one time too many.

But other animals are
managing to catch food.

Maybe steal something?

You do not wanna steal
from this guy, though,

unless you're prepared
to deal with the fallout.

Some of the team
approach from the front.

But while the lion's eyes
are on them...

the real hero
sneaks around back.

His job is to distract
the big guy.

And if he wants
to come out alive,

he'll have to get it
just right.

Knock-knock, Mufasa.

He has to run for his life,

but he draws the lion off
for just long enough.

The rest of the pack can
make off with the goods.

Back to the den,

to vomit up the spoils
for their hungry child.

Get it all out,
hold his hair back.

There you go.

And as for this legend,

he took the heat,

and this time he survived.

So, there you have it,

my little black book
of associates.

All masters of deception,

and altogether, everyone I need
to pull off the big one.

But we're not done yet.

There's something else
you need to know about me.

♪ I am flesh and I am bone ♪

The reason I get to be the
brains of this whole operation.

You know that part of the movie
where you realize

there's slightly more to a
crime caper than meets the eye?

That's this part.

♪ Mmmmmm ♪

♪ Like glitter ♪

So let's take another look
at my Bali operation.

♪ Do you talk to the animals? ♪

♪ Do you hold... ♪

My light-fingered
monkey cousins

may be fantastic at stealing
the small stuff.

While they're busy doing that,

I figured out the thing
humans value above all else.

They're willing to trade fruit

for their glasses
and hats, right?

So I figured they'd give
a whole lot more

for the tiny glass boxes
that hold their souls.

♪ Rise up, ting ting,
like glitter ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

And you know what?

I was right.

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Like glitter ♪

♪ Do you walk in
the valley... ♪

It may not be much to you,

but around here, an egg is
an upgrade on a mango.

♪ Do you walk
in the shadow of men ♪

♪ Who sold their lives
to a dream? ♪

I've run the numbers, and it's
16.25 times better for protein.

But forget technicalities,

all you need to know is
it's a stroke of genius,

carried out by yours truly,
the mastermind.

♪ Like glitter ♪

Always one step ahead.

I'm sorry,
I'm working on my evil laugh.

News just in
of an audacious heist

police are calling
the crime of the century.

Forensics say they are mystified
by traces of fur, feathers,

and what looks to be
a tiny sleeping bag

found at the scene.

Meanwhile detectives say
they are searching for a...

am I reading this right?

A fish, some birds, a jackal,

a caterpillar, and a monkey,

thought to be the ringleader
of the operation.

All remain at large.

I love a heist movie.

This one's giving me
Rat Pack vibes.