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(Transcrit par TurboScribe.ai. Passez à Illimité pour supprimer ce message.) Cops.

Central organization of police specialists.

Fighting crime in a future time.

Protecting Empire City from Big Boss and his

gang of crooks.

It's crime-fighting time.

The Case of the Baby Bad Guy.

Cops File 21813.

There's an old saying, good things come in

small packages.

Well, sometimes bad things come in small packages,

too.

We learned that lesson the hard way on

one of our toughest jewel robbery cases ever.

Here's how the caper came down.

All right, four-eyes, open your vault.

Longarm here.

We've got a report of a robbery in

progress at the Empire City Jewelry Mart.

You're the only cop in the sector, Longarm.

I'm on my way.

Now, hand over the jewels, you mug, before

I vandalize your suit.

Oh!

In case you're wondering, the name's Small Guy,

see?

It's been a pleasure doing business with you.

Oh, no!

Well, look what we've got here.

Looks like a wee leprechaun and his bag

of diamonds.

Cut the corn, wise guy.

All right, my friend.

You and I are going to take a

trip down to the station.

I've got a small jail cell I want

you to try on for size.

Oh, yeah, flatfoot?

Well, try this on for size.

Oh!

Catch me if you can, copper.

Sorry, ma'am.

It's a little police business.

I guess being small has some advantages, but

so does having power cops.

That's a big mistake, big guy.

Oh!

Boy, I gotta cut down on the donuts.

Hey!

Next time, pick on someone your own size

and you won't get into trouble.

Smile, officer.

You're on crime beat.

And we arrived at the jewel robbery just

in time to see Officer Longarm of the

elite cops team spring into action.

Here's how the copper came down.

But so does having power cops.

That was a big mistake, big guy.

Oh!

Hey!

I guess you could say fighting crime is

a sturdy business.

This is Whitney Morgan for Crime Beat.

Tough luck, Longarm, but you can't let the

little things get you down.

It's my fault that that half-pint hood

is still on the streets.

We all have our bad days, Longarm.

You'll bring Small Guy to justice.

I'm beginning to think that's a pretty tall

job.

I've been watching you, Small Guy.

I like what I've seen.

That's fine, Big Boss.

But what's this about a deal?

I want you to go to work for

me, see?

We can do big things together.

What's in it for me?

I'll give you two pennies out of every

dollar you steal.

I thought you might say that.

Say hello to my gang.

I'm Schnub Nose.

And I'm Sawed-Off.

If there's one thing me and the boys

don't like, it's to be short-changed, see?

All right, Small Guy.

I'll cut you and your gang in for

a more sizable share.

But I'll have to find you a proper

hideout.

Leave that to me, Big Boss.

I've got the perfect set-up in mind.

It's called Mrs. Lopsided's Orphanage.

Oh, my goodness!

Three little orphans.

How sweet!

Oh, you poor little darlings.

You don't need to cry.

You'll be very happy here at Mrs. Lopsided's

Orphanage.

I'm sorry, Big Boss.

I've got to go.

I've got to go.

Oh, little children shouldn't smoke cigars.

Coochie-coochie-coo!

Oh!

Naughty, naughty, naughty!

First, Mrs. Lopsided's going to give you a

baby bath and change your diapers.

Then she's going to put you all in

the pen.

Nobody's putting me in the pen!

Me neither.

Not the state pen, you dopes!

The play pen!

Now, shut up, or the old broad will

hear you.

Tonight, we're breaking out of here to pull

our first job, see?

Till then, yous two better act like babies.

Coochie-coochie-coo!

You're such good little children.

I know who'll make Mrs. Lopsided proud.

Last one down's a cootie bug.

Okay, it's time to stop kidding around.

You sure this is going to work?

This bottle's holding more fireworks than the 4th

of July.

Look at all these jewels!

I'm going to be rich!

I'm going to be...

I'm going to be...

I'm going to be big!

Stop your blabbing and start your begging.

We've got to get back to the orphanage

for our 8 o'clock feeding.

Longarm, I'm afraid there's been another jewel robbery.

And it's definitely the work of Small Guy.

I suppose Whitney Morgan and her camera crew

will be showing up to rub it in.

Right.

I can't understand why she isn't here.

But why do you want to film a

documentary on me?

To tell you the truth, Mrs. Lopsided, I'm

a little tired of doing crime reports.

I think you and your orphanage would make

a wonderful human interest story.

Oh, my heavens!

How exciting!

I'll help you in any way I can.

What strange-looking little babies.

You ain't exactly Sleeping Beauty, lady.

Oh, look!

Ellis the Elephant!

I haven't seen one of these in years.

I used to have one just like it

when I was a kid.

Oh, I have to hear it talk.

What's all this jewelry doing here?

It's supposed to be hiding.

I'll tell you two, reach for it!

Small Guy?

That's right, sister.

Me and my boys are taking over this

nursery.

You're our prisoners.

And I was tired of doing crime stories.

You'd better let us go, Small Guy, or

you're going to have the cops to deal

with.

I ain't worried, sister.

When it comes to coppers, the Small Guy

doesn't play patty-cake.

You're a naughty little boy.

Naughty, naughty, naughty.

These aren't children, Mrs. Lopsided.

They're dangerous criminals.

Oh, fiddle-faddle, all they need is a

good dose of castor oil.

Small Guy and his gang have been robbing

jewelry stores all over Empire City.

Now they've kidnapped Whitney Morgan and are demanding

a ransom for her return.

Those little guys are smart.

They never leave a clue.

They're bound to make one little mistake.

And when they do, we'll cut them down

to size.

Mom, give me that back, you mugger.

I'll tell on you.

Not doing.

It's mine.

Mine, mine, mine.

That's a lousy fit.

This is my rattle, see, and you can't

play with it.

It ain't your rattle.

It's mine.

It's not.

It's so.

It's mine.

It is it, it is it, it is

it.

It is, it is, it is.

Wah, wah, wah.

Which one of you mugs set off that

alarm?

He did, he did, he did.

I ought to give you both a good

spanking.

Now let's get out of here before the

cops arrive.

Looks like they accidentally set off the alarm

and had to leave in a hurry.

Now they still managed to empty out the

vault.

Yeah, and no sign of a clue.

Wait a minute.

I think we've got something here.

A baby rattle?

What could that mean?

Mrs. Lopsided's Orphanage.

Mrs. Lopsided's Orphanage.

I recognize this rattle.

It's one of Mrs. Lopsided's.

We do a fundraiser there every year.

He's right.

Longarm, I want you and Bullseye to check

it out.

That's the orphanage below, Longarm.

I'm going to take her down.

Go to whisper mode.

If Small Guy and his gang are in

there, we'd better be careful.

Activate sound microphones and heat sensors.

Is it, is it, is it?

Will you two crybabies lock it up?

Bingo!

We found them, Bulletproof.

They're hiding out in the orphanage.

We'll set them down.

Good work, Longarm.

We're on our way.

It's crime-fightin' time!

Small Guy, we know you're in there.

It's the cops.

Looks like a carpers' convention.

We've got the orphanage surrounded.

Come out and give yourselves up.

Come in and get us, you bad, happy

bozo.

Have it your way, Small Guy.

We've got to make a break for it.

Hey, they're getting away.

Hey!

Yikes!

Hey, look!

We've got a copper on our tail.

Ah, let's play follow the leader.

You'll have to do better than that, Small

Guy.

No, he's still behind us, Small Guy.

Hey!

Whoa!

Whoa!

Move!

Whoa!

Well, looks

like you junior jailbirds finally learned your lesson.

Get us out of here, copper.

We're stuck.

Get used to it, Small Guy.

You'll be doing some big time.

Once again, the Elite Cops law enforcement team

has restored order to Empire City.

My own special thanks goes to Officer Longarm,

whose heroic action led to the rescue of

Mrs. Lopsided and myself, and to the arrest

of the mini-mobsters.

Nice going, Officer.

To make a long story short, the stolen

money was returned to the banks, and Small

Guy and his gang were sent to the

pen.

Only this time, it wasn't the play pen.

It was the state pen.

Yay!

Cops file 21813, the case of the baby

bad guy.

Case closed.

Cops.

Roll Call.

Highway.

Mainframe.

Longarm.

Bowser and Blitz.

Sundown.

Hardtop.

Mirage.

Bullseye.

Mace.

Barricade.

And they call me Bulletproof.

These are Empire City's most wanted crooks.

Berserko.

Rock Crusher.

Misdemeanor.

Turbo Two-Tone.

Dr. Bad Vibes.

Nightshade.

Use caution in apprehending.