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I'm not saying the bad guys isn't a good name. It's just, you know, a little on

the nose.

That's why it works. We are bad guys, so folks know what they're getting.

Sure. Still, it could be cooler. Like the night owls. Not you too. All anybody

wants to talk about is the night owls. It's a catchy name.

The bad guys is plenty catchy. We just need to get it out there more.

Speaking of, everybody in position?

I've been waiting for this signal.

Wait! Is this a signal? No! Stick to the plan. And don't get nervous.

You know what happens when you get nervous.

Nothing! I don't know what you're talking about.

Webb? Webb, do you copy?

It was big on the name.

That's not... I wasn't asking. Are you in position?

Duh. I'm the most in position anyone's ever been.

All right. That's your sleeve, Shark. Shark, he's the lobster in the trap.

Shark, have you subdued the guard?

We're not so different, you and I.

Just two regular Joes.

One of us definitely isn't an imposter.

Oh, wait, hey, my backstory.

Was that the sound of improvising?

We've been over this, Shark.

Shark. Oh, I'm on it, Wolfie.

You know I'm down to steal anything, really anything, but what's so special

about some old game?

Only a few space fruit battle 2000s were made before the game was scrapped

entirely because it was too addictive.

Kids stop sleeping, panic in the streets, the side will break down, and

just happens to be the last working one.

Stealing it is really going to get our name out there.

Signals, ladies.

Which is probably fine.

Unless it isn't.

It's a lobster in the trap.

Wolf, can anybody tell me if the lobster is indeed inside the trap?

I just want to say sorry again for not realizing it was you before. And I'm a

regular spider.

That's still insulting.

I'm just getting used to having a spider as a teammate.

It's an option for an excuse.

Oh, hey there. I bet you're asking yourself, who is this team of daring

criminals?

We're the bad guys. And you can see why. Take Mr. Snake.

There's nothing he can't steal.

Or won't.

Then there's Ms. Tarantula. We call her Webb. She's our technological, genius

-logical, erect... She can hack stuff good. Mr. Shark's our master in

And then there's Mr. Piranha. He's... He's on us! We gotta go!

Piranha, uh, he brings the unexpected.

So, who's the mastermind behind this super team?

That be me, Mr.

Wolf, as in Big Bad.

Who are you talking to?

Since we've been having trouble getting our name out there, I thought I'd

introduce us properly.

We're the bad guys.

You'll want to remember that.

Uh, yeah. The security cameras aren't recording. I turned them off.

This being a heist and all.

And here comes the best part.

The getaway.

I

always

knew this job was a one -way ticket.

Maybe a brush with the fuzz is just what we need.

The notorious crooks and the bad guys narrowly at the gate police.

I like that.

That's right, it's us, the bad guys.

We just stole some big -time loot. How about a little hot still?

Are they... were they not after us?

Guess they had bigger fish to fry.

But... but we're the bad guys.

Last night, they hit every jewelry store on Gemstone Row and narrowly avoided

capture after an epic police chase.

Oh, we should have done that.

Yeah, why'd we steal a lousy game again?

So we're not the lead story.

I bet our heist will be up next.

Right, Piranha? This magical machine is the greatest thing that's ever been

stolen. So definitely.

Game over.

I hate this game.

Bonus round.

This game rules. With this latest daring heist. The night owls have surpassed

the slippery eels to claim the second spot on 6 News Nightly's Worst of the

Worst list, which is a list we keep even though it creates a sense of

competitiveness that probably worsens crime in the city, but who am I to

question tradition?

We didn't even make the list?

Which just means it'll taste all the sweeter when we finally do.

Oh, the inside cats beat us out? Oh, that shapes my scale. They hunt down

small rodent they can find and they don't even eat them. I hate food waste.

The night owls may have a chance to nab the top spot when the famous painting

Sad Boy goes on display for the first time since the Crimson Paw stole it ten

years ago.

Not that I'm suggesting anyone steal it. Don't do that.

Are they even going to talk about an arcade heist? I told everybody I was

to be on TV.

Man, I need snacks.

I guess that just leaves us.

I'm not hungry. Thanks, though.

Yeah, I have to go do something.

It's not looking for another gig because I'm pretty sure this one isn't working

out. What?

I mean, not that.

I

don't

want to talk about it.

That is too bad.

That's definitely why I'm up here. What? You don't want to talk about it? I

gotta get out of here. Anyway, we're gonna talk later.

We worked so hard on the arcade, I said nobody even noticed.

It's just...

I really believed with all our unique talents, our crooked instincts, our

collective love of the steel, we could become the best crime -pulling team that

ever existed.

But, and maybe I'm being paranoid, I feel like everyone just wants to go off

do their own thing.

I blame the name.

Anyway, I guess you're right. We should all go our separate ways. Huh?

Wait a second. That's not what I said, Snake.

You're my best bud.

That hurt's coming from you. We can't give up. We're all better as a team, and

need you for this to work.

Were you seeking out to do a job on your own?

Who, me?

No, my face was just cold.

Of course I was.

Look, you're a wolf.

You're meant to be in a pack, sniffing each other's butts. There's not even a

word for a wolf that goes solo.

But me?

I'm a lone snake.

I get it. I guess the bad guys was the silly idea.

You're a dreamer, Wolf.

That's why I love you.

Well, see you in the funny papers.

Sad

boy.

Stealing that would sure make a name for somebody. Of course, you'd need a team

to pull it off.

The bad guy.

The bad guy steal that.

I'm going to do another ha for emphasis.

But if we did, not only would we jump right over the night owls on the worst

the worst list, we'd knock the inside cats right off.

Fine. I'll stay for one more job. But if this doesn't work, I'm out.

Sad Boy hasn't been shown since the Crimson Paw stole it and then returned

just to prove that he could.

Which is just so cool.

And that means that if we steal it, we'll be launched into the same league

the Crimson Paw.

Oh, oh, please say I have to go deep undercover as Sad Boy.

Here we go. I like the enthusiasm, but no.

Probably for the best.

Emoting that much sadness might cause permanent frown lines.

Yeah, if we actually pull this off, we don't have to, like, hang it up, do we?

This place is depressing enough.

Forget about the painting. I mean, don't, because we have to steal it. But

not about sad boy. It's about proving that the bad boys, I mean the bad guys,

are the best, I mean the worst, by stealing sad guy. Boy, you get it.

Still sure about the name?

One thousand percent.

We're the bad guys, and soon the whole world will know it. Come on. You want a

piece of me? You may go so know what's coming.

Hey, that's not helpful.

Piranha, buddy, wait. Have you slept?

Oh, thanks, man.

I couldn't stop on my own.

Anytime. We're a team.

And we'll need to work as a team because stealing Sad Boy won't be easy. The

museum has installed extra security measures.

Yes! Finally, I swear I can blow my skills to the test.

I really need this to work because my fallback career is boring.

Not that I have one of those.

Every criminal in town will want to get their paws on the painting, which is why

we're going to steal it tonight before the exhibit opens tomorrow.

The painting is in the gallery on the top floor.

Step one is for Shark to impersonate a building inspector and get the guard to

turn off the first layer of security.

Museum's closed, sir.

No building is closed to me, for I'm an official building inspector.

Here are my official documents. I didn't print them out from the internet.

With the big exhibit opening tomorrow, we cannot take any chances.

You see that?

One crack in the foundation, this whole place will come down.

Do you want that?

Folks trapped inside.

Eat in priceless artwork just to survive?

Is that what you want?

Oh, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

Love so much about that.

Uh, but maybe we went a little too far with the improvisation there, buddy. But

I developed a whole backstory for my inspector.

He's a broken man, hardened by too many years on the job.

And you promised I'd be able to stretch my actorial fins with the bad guy.

And you can't. I just wonder if your inspector keeps all that buried inside.

Deep. Deep, deep inside so that the guard doesn't get suspicious.

Because you are a suspiciously good actor.

I suppose I can rework the character.

He's all business.

Doesn't have time for chit -chat because work is the only thing that can

distract him from the ghost of his past.

Just let me hack into the security system. We can skip whatever this is.

perimeter alarms can only be turned off from inside the museum.

Once Shark gets the guard to do that...

You handle step two, packing the internal motion detection lasers.

I made him smile!

Plebs?

You are no fun. You promised this will be fine.

What's more fun than a perfectly executed plan?

Arachnotech helpline. It's a family nickname.

Okay, you're clearly lying.

What? No, I'm not.

Oh, just a sec.

We do appreciate your call, ma 'am. Have you tried rebooting?

My auntie, she needs a lot of computer help and values good manners.

Wait, what am I supposed to be doing during all this?

I was getting to that. You need to be patient. I don't have a lot of patience

for patience.

Well, I have great news then. You, my friend, are about to have an opportunity

to exercise that muscle because your role involves waiting patiently.

We signal.

Then... You come get us. Do not crush the walls like the arcade.

Man, waiting is the hardest job.

You just sit. There's not much to it. My brain goes to all sorts of places.

Like, what if another gang tries to pull the same heist at the exact same time,

and me and the other getaway driver, we get our signals crossed, and I end up

picking up the other gang by mistake?

So, you come here often?

No?

Don't encourage him, Shark.

Piranha, that's not gonna happen. Well, what if it does?

Or that building inspector did bring up some good points. You mean the imaginary

character Shark invented?

Pretty convincing, wasn't it? Yeah. What if the building starts to collapse?

I drive the car over the museum and you all, like, jump up at the same time?

Oh, Bravo!

What a brilliant tale!

Piranha, no way that's gonna happen. Mainly because with how this run

is going, I'm not confident we could coordinate a simultaneous jump.

Also, our car can't fly.

Well, maybe it should be able to. You promised me something when I agreed to

join up with the bad guy. I forgot what that was, but I feel like it involved

mayhem. Now patience!

One last job.

You promised.

Do I look like someone who keeps promises?

Face facts, Wolfie. This obviously isn't going to work. Facts are only true

because people believe them. Come on. We can do this.

For me.

Please.

Fine. Do it to beat the inside cats.

It's going to work.

It has to work.

Waiting patiently.

Silly waiting.

Nothing to worry about.

Uh -oh.

Maybe just distracting your brain is the way to go.

Ooh.

Museum's closed, sir.

Building inspector.

I need full access to the building for inspecting. Please disable the perimeter

alarms. I have a clipboard so you know I'm all busy.

Oh, of course, sir.

Wait. It actually worked.

Maybe you're onto something about this whole less is more business. Boy, what's

the clip for? I should do more prop work.

Copy that.

Second layer of alarms disabled.

That's our cue.

This plan is too complicated.

Smash and grab has always worked just fine for me. You've been to jail like a

hundred times.

And I've always smashed and grabbed my way out. No smashing, no grabbing.

We're here to steal, sad boy.

Nothing else.

Stick to the plan.

Wolfie, come on. I may not always agree with your plans, but I always stick to

them. Oh, yeah?

So you didn't steal anything besides the game at the arcade?

I don't know how that got there.

What? I'm a thief.

If I don't steal things, who even am I? Besides, you promised, and I quote,

unfettered stealing when I agreed to join this outfit.

And you're a great dude. But if we're going to get the bad guy's name out

then we need to pull this off. And to do that, we have to stick to the plan.

The pedestals are equipped with weight sensors.

If anything is removed, the alarm goes straight to the security company. Game

over. Oh, why?

Not you. Also, did you not hear anything I just said?

I am who I am.

Focus on the job.

Sure is different seeing it in person.

The artist really captured his sadness.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm not sad.

At all.

Unrelated. Why is my face wet?

It's too much. We've got to stop looking. Don't look.

I can't.

Bite it. Bite it.

Let's steal this horrible painting and get out of here.

Wait.

First, we need both to know that the bad guys are the ones who took it.

We should sign our work like artists do.

Then everyone will know our name.

I wish I had some spray paint or a customized stamp.

Would this work?

Yeah, actually, that's perfect.

Give me a boost.

Oh!

Oh, no.

Come on. You're going to be sadder than him if we get caught. Let's go.

What's going on? What do I do? This is your moment, Shark.

Improvise.

These alarms are the least of our worries. This whole place is

unsound like my personal life because I'm married to the cop.

Webb, tell me you could do something about this.

Hello? I'm sorry to hear your phone isn't working, sir.

May I just ask, how is it you're talking to me now?

Web, help?

Hold, please.

Wait, me?

The grates were automatically activated.

I can control them.

That's awesome.

It's really not.

I slowed the guard down as long as I could.

Hang on a little. Maybe I can buy you some time.

Yes, you were right. I dreamed too big.

I should have let you go before.

Go now.

Before it's too late.

No need to tell me twice.

Wait, really? I thought, I mean, yeah, good.

I'll just talk to myself because you're already gone.

Oh.

Hey,

guys. I'm, uh... Don't worry about me.

I'm the big bad wolf, remember? I can take care of myself.

Get out of here.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Probably not.

Buckle up.

I'm about to make our ride fly.

What is he doing?

It's going to work.

Tiffany Fluffet reporting live from the art museum, where a new criminal group

brazenly broke in. Their name? The Bad Guys.

Who's their name?

Tiffany Fluffet knows who we are! We're on TV?

Which means we're famous!

Arrested? You know what? I quit.

Despite getting past the museum's heightened security, the mysterious Bad

didn't steal the famous sad boy.

Were they just trying to prove that they could? Or are they some sort of

performance art group?

We don't need... I think we got it. I apologize for the whole not getting the

painting thing already, right?

No, you did not. That is not what happened at all.

Oh, okay.

I'm going to apologize now.

Here goes.

I'm sorry for going off plan. I've given everyone else a hard time about doing

exactly that.

I'll take it. It's cool. That's the nicest thing anybody's ever said to me.

Don't sweat it, Wolf.

You're a bad guy, and bad guys break the rules.

Oh, you admit that it's a good name, right?

I mean, I guess it's all right.

Snake and his bad guys. Actually, that might be better. Does that mean you'll

stay? Yeah.

Okay. I mean, you know, until something better comes along. Not possible,

because we're going to be the best.

Maybe we didn't get the score, but we did get the bad guy's name out there.

we have to show everybody who we are. By stealing stuff?

All the stuff.

Will I get compromised?

I'm going to get to hack things nobody's ever hacked before, right?

I need to do mayhem. You promised, fly.

Will there be mayhem? Oh, yeah.

It's a promise.

Turns out water parks are way more flammable than expected.

Hey, it was a great idea on paper.

Until the paper got on fire, too.

After the heist we just pulled off, it's the bad guys who will be on fire,

figuratively, because everyone will know about us. Because we'll be on the worst

of the worst list.

For another consecutive week, the entries on Channel 6's worst of the

remain unchanged.

If I were a criminal and not on this list, I would be embarrassed.

It's like, how hard is it really to be bad guys?

Maybe you should think about becoming productive members of society.

In other news, H2, oh no, an unusual but in no way criminal fire at the water

park has officials baffled.

In no way criminal?

It was very criminal. It was us.

I'm craving a sweet treat to mask this sour defeat.

Pippi, you and your wet hair sure do not... how to pick me up when i'm

down there's no time for talking to boxes sorry came in a little hot there

i meant to say was we need to think bigger bolder badder if we're gonna get

fame we deserve that ice was a slam dunk

why

does this list hate us

Houston will definitely have a problem when they see their satellites missing.

When is that anti -gravity pill going to wear off?

Oh, come on. Not even a dishonorable mention?

We stole all the water from the water park's reopening. Surely that has to...

There must be something I haven't thought of to get the world to notice

Sorry, Wolf.

But on the bright side, this day can't get any worse. If you're a fan of the

candy whale tails, your day's about to get a lot worse.

Beloved candy maker Peppy Sweet Pot announced she will be discontinuing the

whale tail line of candies despite sales being at an all -time high and this

reporter needing them to get through her days.

Oh, it breaks my heart to say goodbye to whale tails, but keep those smiles

right side up because Peppy is bringing you a brand new...

Candy that you won't be able to resist.

My smile is very much wrong side down, Peppy.

I hate the last box.

This can't be happening.

Why would you let me do that? Why didn't you stop me?

What's the big deal? It's just candy.

It is not just candy.

As a young shark, whale tails were always there for me. If I bruised my fin

didn't get cast in a school play, whale tails were there. When my friend invited

me to a birthday party, But only as a guest and not as a performer.

I took my anger out on her piñata. And you guessed it. It was filled with whale

tail. But now, I'm afraid I might never feel happiness again.

Oh, wake up, man.

Don't let the big smile and pastel dresses fool you.

Peppy's just another money -hungry corporate overlord who rots out

teeth to sell at an underground teeth smuggling organization.

Should we get into the teeth racket?

That'll get us on the list.

There's a whole community of us that know the truth about Peppy. All she sees

green, and she'll do anything to fill her coffers with green.

Not true.

Peppy donates her profits to help build schools for children who are bad at

sports and math.

And what are clumsy kids that can't subtract perfect for? Being slow, moving

targets for Peppy's army of tooth harvesters. Do the math, man.

You can't? That's exactly how Peppy wants it.

Well, Heads, I'm going to say something to you that I hear a lot. You're not

helping! Maybe we can recreate the whale tail recipe.

I'm great at cooking things by ear.

It's no use.

Peppy spent years perfecting her top secret recipes and keeps them all in an

extremely well -guarded recipe book that she keeps in an extremely well -guarded

factory. Sounds like someone has something to hide.

Wait a minute. Top secret. Well -guarded.

Candy.

That's it.

We're going to break into the factory and steal Peppy's recipe book.

Wait. If we steal that recipe book, we'd be stealing Peppy's candy from

everyone. Forever.

We wouldn't just be taking candy from a baby.

We'd be taking it from all the babies.

That would definitely get us on the worst of the worst list.

And once I'm in the factory, I can expose Peppy's true self to the world.

shark. And I can prove to webs that Pepe is a saint who means every word to the

lyrics in her jingle. My candy's like a hug for your tongue.

All right, here are the blueprints of Pepe's factory.

This place is massive.

And most of the interior is labeled restricted, which isn't suspicious at

Oh, no shark.

I know you said that sarcastically, but I agree. It isn't suspicious at all. I

was able to pinpoint a few key locations the recipe book might be. My guess is

that in R &D, which I'm assuming stands for recipes and deliciousness.

Oh, no way.

Peppy's not letting anything as secret as her recipes out of her sight.

I read she keeps them locked up in her office right next to the jar she has the

tooth fairy trapped in.

First she only cares about money, and now she's holding the tooth fairy

Your lies about Pepe are getting more and more ridiculous.

Yeah, we all know the tooth fairies are real. No, she or he or they are

definitely real, and Pepe is their best friend.

Can we focus here? Getting in won't be easy. This place is like a fortress.

Motion sensors, an electric fence, biometric locks.

And we don't know what to expect once we're inside. That means we'll need all

fins on deck.

Wait, you saying I don't have to stay in the getaway car?

I get to go inside the heist?

Mm -hmm. Oh, you won't regret this, man. I'm going to make sure we get that

recipe book, even if I have to give my life for it.

Piranha, under no circumstances are you to one -way ticket this, okay?

All we have to do is nab that book, land on the worst of the worst list, and go

down as the greatest criminal group in history.

High story. Dang it. I thought of that a second too late.

Sounded full of wonder to me. No.

The blindfold isn't on.

Oh, this place is well worthy.

More like an automated grade machine designed to run efficiently, therefore

reducing energy usage and material waste.

Huh? So evil.

There's our way in.

We could do this. We could use these walkways to get across. We just have to

time it perfectly.

Coordinator jumps and move together.

This is what all those line dance nights were preparing us for. Now!

Oh, yeah, this is good. All part of the plan. I was going to say let's split up,

cover more ground. Just radio if you find the recipe book. And remember, just

because we're separated doesn't make this a competition.

We're all still one team.

Yeah, but this is totally a competition now, right? Oh, we're going to crud.

It's going to take forever to get to that door.

Yeah, and something tells me that this is definitely a competition now.

I bet that controls the walkways. If we get over there, I can hack in and make

us a path straight to the door, behind which we'll find Pepe's collection of

children's teeth.

Which I'm now realizing followed anyway, so it would be weird, but not

necessarily that evil. You're coming around to the Pepe side, aren't you? No

way.

Don't worry, I'll own it.

Go, go, go!

I don't think this is what my actor coach meant when he said I should

myself more in my performances.

How much longer, Webb?

I won't look back. Just a few more seconds.

I know what I have to do. Rana, no. Do not one -way ticket that.

I always knew joining this heist was a one -way ticket.

There has to be another way.

There's literally so much time left.

He was the best Finn a Finn bro could ask for. And the third best driver who

agreed to join the team.

Well, would you like to share any words?

Rana, are you okay?

Better than okay. This chocolate is delicious.

Find your way out of there and start looking for the recipe book.

Last one through the door has to admit they're probably wrong about Pappy.

According to the blueprint, the R &D lab should be right about... Bingo!

Oh, we need webs. Please.

There's no lock I can't pick.

We've acquired the target. Let's rendezvous back at the entrance and make

way out.

Don't bother waiting for me. I've been sucked into the candy -making machine.

I'm about to find myself face -deep in piping hot caramel and... Ooh, this is

nice.

Sounds like Piranha one -way ticketed again. Let's find him first and make our

way out. Where are you going? I'm just going to crack this safe real quick.

on. We already have the recipe book. I know, but if I see a safe, I crack a

safe. It's the boxman's code.

Whoa, this candy must be too flavorful for the public if Peppy's got it locked

up tighter than her recipe book. We should stay focused on the mission,

means not eating it. Sorry, couldn't help it. Yeah, me either.

Ugh, that's creepy.

It feels like she's watching us.

I know, isn't it great?

even think about it you heard wolf we need to find piranha and get out of here

before that pastel punk gets wind of us don't waste your time i survived the

caramel but here comes the end of the line the taffy press i'm about to be

crushed oh actually never mind this is just like a massage Admit it, Wes. Maybe

Peppy's not the maniacal freak show you make her out to be.

Maybe she just loves making candy. Is that so hard to believe? Look, despite

clear evidence that any of the theories we Peppy truthers talk about online are

true, no one could be that happy without something being wrong in the head. But

maybe I was a little harsh on her, and I do like her candy, I guess.

See? I told you Peppy's not you. Huh?

Hmm.

Webs is more important than some candy, right?

Then again, when I have to make a tough decision, I usually need a webcam.

Hi!

Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you with all that creeping in the shadows stuff.

just like to save electricity, the environment, and...

Oh,

uh, it's okay.

I'm Webs.

Well, hi, Webs.

How are you?

Uh, fine, I guess.

How are you?

Bad. A whole mess of folks I've never met before and certainly didn't send

personal handwritten factory tour invitations to broke in anyway and are

to thwart my evil plan.

Actually, we only broke in to sell your rest... Wait, did you say evil plan?

Did I? You... Totally dead. I know it.

This is why you should believe everything you read on the Internet.

Shark was here so I could rub it in his face.

You've read things about me on the Internet, have you?

Not just read.

I'm the one who first theorized your whole teeth. Oh, I'm familiar with your

theory. I've read everything about me on the Internet. A horrible place where it

doesn't seem to matter that I've dedicated my entire life to making

happy. No, on the Internet, I'm some sort of, I don't know.

Money -hungry, teeth -hoarding, corporate overlord? What is with the

stuff? I was a nice person!

What? But you and your online pals just had to keep trolling me and trolling me

until I started feeling not nice!

They did not like how that felt. I figured all those not -nice commenters

probably didn't like feeling not nice either.

So I developed a new mind -control candy that will make everyone act except...

Exactly how I want them to.

Which is nice!

I don't believe this. I thought Peppy only used that candy for good.

But making everyone be nice seems not that nice.

Time to do the right thing. Which I was totally planning to do the whole time.

I was right about you all along.

Well, at least once you turned evil. Because of internet comments I may or

not have been involved in.

The point is, my team and I are bad guys.

We're the bad guys, actually.

Never heard of you. And if you're really bad guys, are you here to join me? No,

we're bad, not evil. And there's no way me and my friends are letting you get

away with this.

You're a funny little spider, you know that? Which friends would you be talking

about?

Wow, that was really good timing.

Weren't you guys just waiting outside the door, or...

What did you do to them?

They've been such lovely test subjects, even kind enough to return this.

And now that I know my candy work, I won't be needing this silly old thing.

Or any of it.

What is that? Just some highly concentrated citric acid.

I normally use it for making my sour candies, but this is going to be oh so

sweet!

Would you two be so kind as to share some of my candy with your friends?

Yeah, happy.

Now all of you, time for a dip. And don't worry, it will only hurt a second.

After that, you won't feel anything at all.

an exfoliating bath or something. I want in.

That can't be good for their skin.

Oh, I like this party. Could use a little chaos.

Stop right

there.

It is I, Puppy Sweetpot, betrayer of dreams and soul crusher to lifelong fans

mine. And I order you to step away from that vat of deadly acid. Tell me.

Clearly someone holding a picture of me. Is that supposed to be my voice? How

rude. Do not listen to the woman telling you not to.

now in front of the likes of you!

Droppy! Longboy! Grab that pick!

Must

destroy

Intruder.

Wait! Excuse me! I know you're angry and mind -controlled and that most of that

is your friend Shark's fault because he chose a pile of candy over rescuing you.

He's not. Sounds like a really bad friend.

No, no, no, no, no. He's a great friend. And I know he wants you to know that

he's sorry for not listening to you when you said that, Peppy. I mean, I put

something on her.

One thing sweeter than candy.

True friendship.

And maybe Shark can do a better job of listening to me next time.

He is not willing to make any promises at this moment.

Your face is weird.

Yeah, you're not the boss of us.

What if I use the power of true friendship?

Okay, okay, how about now?

Yes, Pappy.

Look at that. What happened? We gotta get out of here.

Where?

Do you think you can get us away through that door?

I can't believe we didn't get the recipe book.

I can't believe my beloved candy hero turned out to be a power -hungry candy

villain. I do want to claim a victory on that, but honestly, I'm a little

confused. Was I right about Peppy or wrong about Peppy? Or was I so wrong it

made me right because my wrong ideas turned her bad?

My head hurts.

Yeah. Anyone else have an icky feeling that we might have done something good

when we blew up the factory and stopped Peppy's evil plan?

Well, I for one am glad we did it. It hurts to say, but I don't... I don't

I can enjoy one of Peppy's treats ever again.

Come on, enjoy Peppy's treat.

Piranha, did you eat the mind control candy?

Yeah, he said he didn't get to try one during the heist and was feeling left

out. This whole thing has left a really bad taste in my mouth. And I don't even

get to eat a whale tail to make myself feel better. I know just what you need,

buddy.

No, don't you dare.

Wonder what story is going to beat us tonight.

And what was the name of this dastardly group again?

They call themselves the bad guys.

She said her name live on air.

They just broke in and destroyed a lifetime of hard work and blew up my

which is filled with regular, non -mind -controlling kidneys.

While that is an oddly specific clarification, I think it's safe to say

childhoods of all... All future generations have been stolen by a

criminal group on the rise.

We should all be very afraid of the bad guys.

Have a nice day.

I know, I know, it's me.

But don't worry, I'm not going to steal anything.

Probably too scared to speak face -to -face with the wolf from the bad guys.

My advice, let the thrill soak. Look, pal, I don't know no bad who, what, fit

for whatever you're talking about.

You want a cup of joe or not?

Wait, wait, wait.

You haven't heard of the bad guys?

We're famous criminals.

Big -time crooks.

We're, uh, tenth on the worst of the worst list.

So, uh... Oh, no, no one really pays attention below the top five on that.

So, uh, you're not freaked out at all that I'm a fearsome criminal?

Nope. Well, what about the fact that I'm the big bad wolf?

That's scary, right?

I don't judge animals by their species. Sorry to disappoint you, pal. Tell you

what, why don't you have the coffee on me? Seems like you could use it to cheer

me up.

No way! I'm stealing this!

Now you remember the bad guys, and me, Wolf, of the bad guys.

Can't really feel something that's free.

Then I'll pay for it first, here.

And I'm taking these, too. Dying all right.

My paper cups? Those aren't worth anything.

Hey, this is like a hundred bucks.

Being on the worst of the worst list is cool, but what's the point if we're not

being recognized as the criminal masterminds that we are?

What's the deal with all the paper cups in the lair? Look, if you're throwing a

party, I'm out of the group. I don't do small talk.

Wolf, we've only been a team for a little while, and we've already made it

the list. Rome wasn't sacked in a day.

Yeah, bro, you gotta live in the now.

Not really sure what that means, but I see it on bumper stickers a lot. What's

up with all these cups?

I know we're bad guys, but jeez, we're not monsters.

We should recycle these. Forget about the cups.

Forget about living in the now.

We're the bad guys. If no one fears us as criminals, maybe we're not really

good of criminals, you know? Maybe we're just... just... petty... uh... petty

thieves.

What is it? If it's an opportunity to get in on the ground floor... Let me

you, invest everything.

It's that spam.

It's the newest members of the worst of the worst list. Tiffany Fluffet wants to

do a news piece on us?

Wait, really?

Tiffany Fluffet knows who we are? She does.

And she wants the rest of the world to know who we are, too.

Huh. I guess an interview with Tiffany in which we come off as a hardened group

of ne 'er -do -wells would solve our reputation problem.

Sorry, but it's my policy not to talk to the press. I like keeping a low

profile. And no, it's not just because I don't have legs. See, that's exactly

the kind of criminal prowess we should be showing off, right?

Imagine, seasoned crook too scary to show on screen.

I might crack safes, but I never crack under pressure.

Wow, you are a truly terrifying criminal.

I won't be sleeping tonight.

I mean, I'd never say anything so corny, but I do like the voice. A lot.

I bet we could squeeze in a safe -cracking exhibition, too. Well, you can

me out. I've got mad beef with Channel 6 ever since they canceled Chester's

Playhouse. Don't ask about it.

Chester's Playhouse?

The children's show I started as a kid. Channel 6 canceled it after one episode.

Chester's Playhouse was everything to me. I was supposed to be a star.

I said don't ask.

Fair point.

So things didn't work out for your children's show. I'm sorry, I really am.

isn't this a chance to show them the talent they missed out on? After all,

aren't you a star of disguise?

Uh, I was supposed to interview Mr. Shark about his disguise techniques.

Hello, anyone?

Oh, but you are interviewing Shark.

Ah, what a chance.

Incredible!

What role can't you play?

While I've currently misplaced my cheddar, guys, it's somewhere around

I'm sure I can think of something perfect.

And no freaking out over Channel 6, right?

Uh -huh.

Great, we're all set.

Au contraire, Wolf.

I don't spill the beans for nobody.

Unless I'm cooking up my signature spilled bean ragu, which does require me

spill some beans.

Plus, we got a lot of big jobs coming up, and I would hate for someone...

To let anything slip.

That's actually good, because I don't want you to say anything at all.

You don't? I just want you to drive.

I'm joined by Mr. Piranha to see what it takes to be a world -class getaway

driver.

I've been practicing my skid mark art, but I guess I could try with car tires,

too. You don't have to worry about me, Wolf. I am totally down to wow Tiffany

Fluffet with my hacking.

You think it's just about bypassing the firewall with randomized decryption, but

you've got to remember to shoot the IP address, too, you dig?

I do not.

But tell me, Webb. Tech genius extraordinaire.

What exactly are you hacking?

Only the world's largest and formerly most secure missile defense system.

Target acquired.

Loved everything except the moon exploding.

No problem. I can just make the missile do a fun firework display.

I'll blow up the moon.

No blowing up the moon. So.

We all agree. We are going to take this opportunity to show that we're the

baddest baddies around.

We pull this off and we'll be riding the waves of criminal fame. Come on. Now

serve me up some nasty luck.

I like what I'm seeing. This interview is going to change our lives.

You see, the bad guys don't just commit crimes.

We live crimes.

We breathe crime.

You're right.

All right. Does the box make me look stupid?

I better not look stupid. Tell me, do I look stupid? It's stupid.

No, you look really bad.

Sorry, Mr. Snake. I wasn't really prepared for anonymous setups.

My colleague and lead anchor, Chuck Mellon, sort of hogs all the good gear.

this will have to do.

And you think swallowing this obnoxiously large kazoo is really going

disguise my voice?

How could it not?

So, where were we?

Nowhere, because I'm not going to answer any questions. That's kind of the point

of an interview.

Typical Channel 6.

So,

Mr. Shark.

You're the team's master of disguise?

I'll ask the question. Thank you very much.

I'm here with Channel 6's so -called reporter, Tiffany Fluffet. Miss Fluffet,

our viewers would like to know why did your TV network cancel the beloved

children's program, Chester's Playhouse?

What viewers?

And I don't know what that is. I thought I was here to talk about how you

famously stole the Mona Lisa disguised as the Mona Lisa. How about how Channel

famously stole my childhood hopes and dreams?

Elaborate on that.

I don't want it. You think you're like a face -cracking expert?

Okay, it's been like 45 minutes.

I'm not an expert.

I just can't see a damn thing.

Hey, where'd the sleep go?

Whoop, you passed it.

Okay, so, while the bad guys have destroyed Peppy Sweet Pot Factory and

Graffiti, the art museum, I gotta ask, have you actually stolen anything as a

team? What?

He's stolen some big stuff.

Impressive stuff. Like, um, paper cups.

Anybody seen a landscape?

I told you I don't speak or leave nothing about myself.

Nada. Zilch. Not even my favorite color, which is blue.

Very clever, Miss Buffett. Tricking me to gab about my personal life. I haven't

said anything yet. I guess blue just reminds me of my mama's eye.

Which one blue, by the way?

Please watch the road.

And remember, we said no freaking out about Channel 6.

Uh -huh. And we're calm now?

In control of ourselves?

Uh -huh.

Good shark.

I deserve answers. I was supposed to be a star. Just tell me why.

Shark, open up.

Come here. Come here.

Hey, you know what else blue reminds me of? We just got a hold of the blue.

Prince prefers municipal bank, which we're robbing next Thursday at exactly

Hey, buddy, maybe don't tell the world about our plans. Sort of makes it worse.

I'm okay.

Speaking of upcoming heist, tomorrow we plan quite the bakery burglary.

This is not good.

Why would you launch missiles at your own lair?

What? I wasn't trying to aim them at the lair, duh. I was aiming for the moon.

I specifically said not to do that.

I know.

going, I sort of couldn't help myself.

When I went to set the coordinates for the moon, I brain farted and put the

layers.

It's funny in retrospect.

No, it's not. Fix it.

Almost there.

Almost there.

Phew! Rerouted the missiles to deep space.

Should we get back to the interview or what?

Yeah, I'm out. Cut!

Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany, wait, wait. Oh, Tiffany.

Oh, I just remembered my mother's eyes were green, not blue.

Can't believe I messed that up. Hey, speaking of green, we got a heist

at the Carlisle Golf Club next. Shark is eating the camera again.

I'm sorry, but it's over.

It's been pure chaos. We almost got blown up.

I can't believe I let you convince me to do this, Wolf. Wait, wait, wait, wait,

wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. This was your idea?

You're the reason I started the princess toy?

You did this to me?

Okay, so I fibbed a little bit when I said Tiffany reached out to us. I

out to her and asked. You practically begged.

And asked her to do it. But it was for the benefit of the whole group.

Are you practicing your nasty looks again?

This is why no one pays attention below the top five.

Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany, wait.

Uh -uh, no way. There's no use trying to convince me to start the interview

over. Yeah, I guess we're not exactly primetime ready.

It's just, I know we're awesome crooks, but I feel like we keep getting

overlooked by more established groups.

I sort of get it.

Chuck Mellon gets all the glory at Channel 6. I'm a way better reporter

him, but he gets to cover all the top stories, like tomorrow's world's largest

hot dog reveal, while I'm stuck doing pieces on low life.

No offense.

None taken.

Oh, look, I have to air something for my piece, and any way I cut it, you're not

going to come across the way you hope.

Wait. Instead of airing the interview... What if you just happen to catch a

ragtag team of criminals on camera stealing the world's largest hot dog?

You get the big story. Chuck Mellon gets nothing. The bad guys get the credit we

deserve. You in?

I can't willingly be an accessory to a crime wolf, but I'm not saying no.

And I'm not not saying we'll be heisting the hot dog tonight after dark.

And I'm not not. not saying that I won't be there with my camera. Well, it looks

like we do have a disagreement.

I'm sort of getting confused, actually.

I'll make it clear. If you fail to steal that dog, I air your interview, and

there's no way you're staying on the worst of the worst list then.

Your voice was really annoying.

Oh, oh, so much better.

Anyway, and now the only way to stop the interview from going live is to work

with you to steal this massive hot dog?

I messed up, I know that. I shouldn't have lied to you all. I let my dream of

being a famous crook get in the way of what really matters.

Getting better and better at pulling off notorious crimes that will make us

famous. And stealing this giant hot dog is one way of doing that. I don't expect

you to forgive me.

Good, because I don't. And instead of getting all touchy -feely, I'd rather

my emotions in a good old -fashioned heist.

So I'm in.

You know, working through my Channel 6 baggage test actually made me feel a lot

better. Just don't ask me to hack anything.

I'm afraid of what I might do.

Piranha? You know what?

My mom's eyes are black.

I remember my friend Alfred saying, Hey, Piranha, why is your mom looking at me

with those black, black eyes like she's about to eat me?

Funny, I never saw him again after that.

Anyway, yeah, I'm in.

We might not be able to pull off an interview, but we sure as heck are going

pull off this hot dog hype.

Cue the music.

Whew, that hot dog smells delicious.

Oh, it's torture.

Come on, Ronda, you're a professional.

Focus. Hot dog, it's a hot dog.

Anybody around here tripping crackingly mad from the tempting?

Just out of reach.

It's the world's largest, most delicious hot dog.

What, me?

Specifically right now.

Oh, come on.

God is a monolith.

My mom ate Alfred, didn't she?

Mom's right.

Wolf, Snake, go for a liftoff.

You're not afraid of heights, are you? No, not usually. But maybe a little when

all there is between me and being splattered on the ground is a discount

pack. Wolf!

Kind of jumpy. Hey, the guy I got them from told me they were mostly

so we're good.

Let's go.

Okay, here we go. Breaking news.

Tiffany Floppet reporting live from the world's largest hot dog, where I,

Tiffany Floppet, through my stellar investigative reporting, have stumbled

a group of baddies in the act of stealing the jumbo meat.

Will they slowly pull it off? Will Chuck Mellon have anything to report on

tomorrow? Have I alerted the authorities?

Stay tuned as the story develops.

This hot dog heist is going smoother than I expected. I gotta hand it to you,

Wolf. Even if I am still sore, you lied to us.

Stealing this puppy is going to make us more famous than any interview would.

You know, since we have the spotlight, we should probably give the world a

little taste of the high -flying stuff we can do.

Would you quit it with the fancy stuff?

I can't keep losing friends. I'm not that popular.

Oh, this is just like the plot of

Chester's Playhouse.

Horrible things you have planned.

Whoa!

Long way down.

Also, he's laying on their feet.

People say that, right?

Something like that.

That's for early.

So what now? New plan.

Think, think, think.

The tables have turned and the hot dog is seeking revenge on the wannabe

Who will win? The wiener or the weenies? I'll be bringing you all the action.

Follow that me!

Go, go, go, go!

my ancestors. I always knew this game was a one -way ticket.

I can't die now. I have so much left to steal.

At least we're going out doing what we love.

Heisting!

What are we going to do? We can't get away with this giant thing now.

I'm not giving up. I got us into this mess. I'm going to get us out, whatever

takes.

I mean, I am a little hungry.

Yeah, you suffered enough.

Anybody got mustard?

That's pretty good.

And it's gone.

We stole it.

We just need to get it.

Down the old gullet.

In yet another twist, the bad guys have fled the scene and the giant dog is

nowhere to be found.

Looks like they got away.

Not just with the world's largest hot dog, but with Chuck Mellon's big story

tomorrow as well.

Sorry, Chuck.

Have a nice day.

Coffee, please.

Hey, I know you. You're that guy who stole the world's largest hot dog. I saw

you on the news.

Despicable, but impressive.

Hey, thanks.

And thanks.

You gotta pay for that, pal. Get back here!

Send the bill to the bad guys.

Punch it.

I know we've been at this all night, but our next ice is going to be the one

that puts the bad guys on the map.

I'm sure of it.

You're with me, Shark.

We just have to figure out what it is, so come on.

There are no bad ideas here.

Sleep. Huh?

Okay. I don't know how we deal sleep.

But I did say there was no bad idea.

Go down the lid.

No, I need sleep.

They're stealing it from me.

We could rest once we're the best worst bad guys this town has ever seen. And

for that, we need a really big gore.

Maybe before we steal more stuff, we could clean up the loot we have.

Let's just move.

Yeah, shouldn't a real lair be big enough for all our loot?

This is a real lair. It's just, you know, a starter lair.

Which is exactly why we need to pull off a big heist so we can move into the big

league. I know. Let's build a better lair.

This is a perfectly good lair. I mean, it's bad.

Because we're bad. Not good. Good at being bad.

Let's all just get some sleep.

Tomorrow, we plan the heist to end all heists.

But if we end all heists, don't we have to find new jobs?

Just go to sleep.

Good night.

I don't have a rhythm.

Winnie will kill.

Anyone want some sleepy fenty?

Warm milk?

No?

You're lost.

Don't open, trust me, snake.

Just breathe.

Don't breathe!

I hate messes. Keep it together. Don't let this mess get the best of you.

Couldn't sleep either, huh, Snake?

I thought I stopped falling for that. It's embarrassing.

See, I knew if we all put our heads together, we'd come up with the perfect

score. Lay it on us, Piranha.

If by perfect you mean chore, and score you mean wheel, then you're right.

It's a chore wheel.

Oh, wow.

That was so great.

Follow -up question.

What is a chore wheel?

It's pretty simple. Everyone takes a spin, and whatever the arrow lands on is

their chore.

You know, like cleaning?

Yeah, I think we can all agree the lair is a mess, just a little bit, un

poquito.

Is it?

Yes, it should be.

I'm not messy. You're messy.

This is worse than game night.

It is too messy.

Even though I clean up all the time, and I'm not going to do it on my own

anymore. I was told this was a team, man.

Hey, where do you think you're going? I'm not done yelling. As the newest

of the group, not to mention the smallest, the mess thing can't really be

That could have been anyone.

What's gotten into you, man?

The piranha I know likes destruction.

Not whatever this is. That guy brings dynamite to a food fight.

That's work me.

At home, I like to get back in my cozy spot after an honest day of thieving.

Look, we didn't even realize we stole two of these.

That wouldn't happen if we cleaned up around here.

Well, we did that on purpose.

They're bookends.

But I see your point. If we're going to be the baddest bad guys in town, we

can't be stealing things twice.

Which we totally didn't do, because those are a set.

Like I said.

So yeah, I bet a clean slate will help us think of the perfect score.

As our leader, I'll go first.

I was thinking about challenging you and taking over the gang, but I'm good now.

Fixing the septic tank.

Tough break.

Who would not want to be a wolf right now?

Oh, this is just so awful. I can't bear it.

Follow -up question. What is a septic tank?

It's where all the lair's waste goes.

Like, from the toilet.

Won't be needing this anymore.

Thank you, magic trash can.

Of course I knew that things you flush don't magically disappear.

I haven't been putting anything weird down the toilet.

Okay, well, not to worry. My uncle was a plumber.

As a young pup, I tagged along to help. And yes, by help, I mean case the

houses. But I did pick up some plumbing knowledge in the process. And my first

stolen diamond turned out to be a fake.

Don't use any drink until I finish.

Whatever you do, don't flush the toilet.

Wolf did it.

You're gonna let him show you up like that?

I don't have anything to prove to you or anybody.

I'm doing it because I want to.

Queen in the fridge.

That'd be work.

What'd I win?

Organizing the loot.

Really? I've never win anything.

This is great.

Never gonna happen.

I'll just spin for you.

Hey, cleaning the bathroom. That leaves organizing the disguise closet to me.

Oh, lucky.

I wish I won that. I'll eat my lucky hat before I clean a toilet.

Oh, that sounds like a challenge to me. I'd be happy to cook up a nice hat

casserole. I got a good recipe.

I'd like to see any of you even try to lay a finger on it.

Oh, I'm gonna get that hat.

Again, not because they have anything to prove. I just like headwear.

Let's make this interesting.

If we can steal your hat, then you have to do your chore plus all of ours.

That's a funny story, but I'll steal whatever junk you care about before you

even get close to my hat.

You think you can figure out what each of our most prized possessions are and

then steal them before we nab your silly hat?

I'm more of a bad guy than the three of you combined.

So, yeah, I do.

Oh, it is very on.

Yeah, go on. We'll give you a five -minute head start.

Well, it could have worked.

Only good thing about nobody ever cleaning is that Snake will never find

prized possession.

That is until Snake has to do my chore, because we're definitely going to win.

Okay. It's been a while since I've done any plumbing.

Actually, I've never plumbed, but still, totally got this.

That's a lot.

Here's the plan. I overpower Snake with my sweet stealth moves, and then you two

grab the hat. We win. The end.

Did you not?

Stealth moves?

Yeah, yeah, I got it the first time.

And the third.

That's not a plan. Snake's smart.

We can't just... I look way cooler.

We need an actual plan.

Relax.

We just got away snake out. You'll never guess what my most proud possession is.

I'm mysterious like that.

It's your grandmother's tooth.

What? How?

It's hanging on a string around your neck. You also did a one shark show

it.

Your average shark has 300 teeth. But my grandmother was like no other.

3 ,000 teeth had she.

Better to face the dangers of the sea. But this cuspid.

was her most beloved.

One down, two to go.

How did you... We'll never win that way. As I was saying, we need a

plan.

streaming service is this?

Wait, that's my room. No fair.

I want to be on TV.

Do you have a camera in my room?

No, I have multiple cameras.

Uh, is that not a normal thing to do?

I'm new to having a team.

Just figured a good teammate would know what our new besties are up to at all

times.

Anyhoo, focusing on Snake.

Who's the one we're mad at right now, right?

I'm not sure anymore.

He is, and he's up one.

We can still win if we play smart.

Okay, but I have to change first.

Without the pendant, this ensemble is wrecked.

Speaking of wrecked, remember when I said not to flush the toilets?

Thanks, Magic Trash Can.

Abracadabra!

You mean the Magic Trash Can? I couldn't help myself.

No more flushing the toilet.

Very, very bad things happen when you do that.

Got it?

Good.

I trust you.

How am I supposed to find anything in this mess?

I'll do the magic trash can with these.

Easy, easy now. I just want to figure out what's clogging you and get this

with.

What's up with a bunch of animals?

I am the only one fur.

Am I losing too much fur in the shower?

Oh, okay, that's not mine. Unless I'm going gray.

Wait, how many sharks wigs?

Who walks with a wig down the toilet?

Is that a USB cable, Webb?

Oh, are you kidding me, Piranha? It's okay to have two.

Babe, come on.

Everyone using the toilet as a trash can?

No wonder it's so clogged.

Shark!

No more magic trash cans.

Oh, I've been looking for that. I mean, sorry, I can't hear you. I also don't

know who you are because I'm in character. Gotta go.

Piranha! What is going on? Where are you cleaning?

Hey, get back here.

Just another fisherman trying to catch my family's dinner.

Hey, I'm nobody's dinner. But my family has an evening day.

Why are you even in disguise?

Don't question my process.

I'm the one who should be insulted.

Luring on a web from the ceiling is kind of my thing.

He's on the move.

Position!

He always nukes his breakfast push -bop. He calls it his morning push -me -up.

It's pretty dumb. The sound of the microwave will cover you.

Oh, no.

What's wrong?

Nothing's wrong. Just focus on the hat, Piranha. Just the hat. You have 30

seconds.

29, 28, 27, 26.

Nice of you to drop in.

My teacup! You really stashed your tea set someplace safe.

Good thing I'm a safe cracker. You give that back to me right now!

I'd be happy to. Just forget all this chore wheel business.

Oh, and admit that I'm the better bad guy.

Never!

Too bad.

Guess I'll just have to prove it to you.

Which won't be hard, since I only have one last item to steal.

Whatever Junk Web cares about.

Ooh,

got a live one. Bertha!

Amateur. I told you I should have done it.

Are you going to hurl?

Nothing to be ashamed of. Used to happen to me when I was first learning to spin

webs as a young spiderling.

I'm not going to hurl.

But my brain did just hurl up an idea.

Digging in the sand?

And you act like you're the clean one. I am.

But we have to play dirty if we're going to beat Snake.

I never played dirt before.

Played a sand dune once at that beach ice.

Came best friends with a seagull. No, not like actual...

Never mind.

Shark, I have the roll of a lifetime for you.

But, Webb, since your thing is the only thing he hasn't gotten yet, I'm sorry

you'll have to be the bait. Are you kidding?

I've always wanted to be bait.

It's number 12 on my list of things to do once I had a team.

Keep him distracted, but get him to the bathroom in 20 minutes.

Shark, your job is to let him in, but only once I give you the signal.

What signal?

Oh, you'll know when it happens.

I'm all for theatrics, but not telling us feels unnecessarily dramatic.

That's even possible?

Can you detect all other stuff besides just spying on us?

We should be out pulling heists, but instead I'm here cleaning up their

What are they doing flushing all this junk down the toilet?

Who flushes a diamond down the... Oh.

Right. Gotta get rid of the evidence.

Maybe the tank being clogged is a little my fault, too.

I can't believe what you're saying.

Keep your voice down. We don't want you -know -who to hear where I keep my you

-know -what.

How can you tell me to be quiet at a time like this?

Be cool.

And as long as my favorite thing also stays cool, Snake will never find it.

Not so smart after all, are you, Webb?

It's got to stay cool, eh?

How can any of this junk be your favorite thing?

Oh, hello, gorgeous.

What's this?

Hi, Snake.

Hi, Snake.

That eight -legged rat tricked me into doing her chore.

Just a regular old plumber. Plumbing stuff.

Definitely not waiting on some kind of signal.

I deserve it.

This is obviously another one of Webb's tricks, so I shouldn't follow them.

Unless that's exactly what she'd want me to do.

Oh, it would say something about the toilet and not flushing it? Is that

the lights went out?

Oh, is that the signal?

No one's there. I mean, no one important.

Just Ron, a humble plumber.

Humble plumber. Humble plumber. Those vocal exercises are really paying off.

Come on, Chuck, open up.

I said my name is Ron.

Come on, come on.

You've got to be here.

Oh, what's that?

Sir, I've never met before.

Oh, you know exactly what I'm looking for. And if you're not going to help me

find where he is, then leave.

A plumber never quits until the job is done.

No, no, no. No, no, no, no, no, no. Who keeps laughing?

All right, what do you know? Spill it.

You're not that good an actor.

Those are pretty big words for somebody without a head.

What? How?

Nice try.

Ready to give up?

I hate to say it, but you really are the better bad guy.

Not losing hat!

What the... Now that's what I call plan.

We actually be...

Not that I ever thought we would. I didn't think we would. That guy's still

stuffing his sleep. The doctors call it sleptomania. He's always setting off my

motion sensor cameras at night.

We need to have a talk about privacy and respecting it. That hat looks terrible

on you. You don't have the inherent cool factor needed to pull it off.

I feel plenty cool, but also a little itchy.

Don't you ever watch this thing? I think we both know that hygiene is a pretty

low priority for me.

I lost fair and square. I'll do the chores, but I just gotta know.

Webs, what is your favorite thing?

Hanging out with my new friends.

Uh, you guys?

By even trying to steal it, you just gave me more because we spent the day

together. Oh.

Well, then I'll steal it by not hanging out with you anymore.

Or, if you wanted some help, I'd be down to tag along and do the chores with

you. I actually love cleaning.

And cleaning with friends is two great things combined.

I sort of already organized the disguise closet and cleaned the bathroom. And

Webb strict me into cleaning out the fridge.

Respect, by the way. I guess that just leaves organizing the loop.

That's more your style.

I have to admit, the layer does smell better.

What? Thanks to have a highly attuned sense of smell.

This dump has gone from sad gym to rom -com B &B.

Hey, hey, hey, Wolf, come on, man. You're making a mess.

Yeah, you gotta clean that up.

I'm making a mess? Yeah, okay, I flushed a few things, but you, you're the one

who flushed every last thing down the toilet. You know how long it took me to

unclog? Wait.

How'd it get you cleaning?

Where'd all the mess go?

He didn't flush down the toilet, did you?

No. No way.

Yes, we did.

Don't you do it.

I gotta say, the last few heists have been pretty rough with us getting caught

and all. But this one's a nice, easy in, easy out. Freeze!

Put your hands in the air!

I got it.

Don't got it.

Weps! Piranha! Code very, very red! Get caught!

Again!

Eh, we figured.

I'm working on a way to escape.

No need, Wolf. You've got a genius hacker on the team, remember?

Batter up!

I've looked up some cutting with car hacking tech.

Go along with the guard, get in the van, and I'll steer it straight to the lair.

Get in the police van? We're sure to try not to do that. Just trust me.

There's no tech I can't hack, and the Fangio police van is no exception.

I kind of need to get in on this.

Huh? You think I'll let my friend bro get arrested without me?

Not a chance.

Aww.

Well, if it isn't the bad guys. What brings you back here?

Oh, Gary.

Always with the jokes. You know the answer is crime.

Stop getting chummy with the cops.

Uh -oh. Uh -oh.

What's uh -oh?

It's a sound. That means something's gone wrong.

No, I know that. What's wrong?

Remember when I said there's no tech I can't hack?

Well... This van's so old, it doesn't really have tech. Oh, great.

A hacker who can't hack.

That was a total fluke. My car -racking software always works.

Sorry about jail, but at least it makes our lair feel like a five -star hotel.

I can't sleep on those prison beds.

They're so tiny and wet. And why are they made out of porcelain? Buddy, were

sleeping in the toilet?

Well, no more toilet sleeping for you. Because we are not failing. Another

escape. I'll go to Gosper. Our day is coming up. The Fin Bros wanted to

them with a gift.

The Fin Bros can mail it.

The Fin who?

Before you joined the team, Piranha and I realized we were the only members of

the Finns. From then on, we've been best Finns forever.

We haven't done much with the concept, but we should.

What if we came up with a secret Fin shake?

Bro! Right, bro?

Love the energy, but let's channel it into a team brainstorming sesh. We're

getting in places, but we gotta work on our getaways.

If we want to be elite criminals, we've got to stop going to jail. So, first

thing tomorrow morning, I want your best ideas on how to improve our escape

methods.

Best fins for the country!

Oh, sorry.

Just another fin bros thing from before you joined.

You wouldn't get it. Like an inside joke?

I totally get those.

Wolf and I kind of have one.

Best fur bros. You know, because we both have fur.

Right, Wolf?

Fur Bros should up -strain.

Ha!

Come on. JK,

you're already talking to Snake.

Cool, cool, because I'm talking with Shark and Piranha.

Left hand to left hand. Slap, pound, slap. My left or your left? Both.

Yeah.

Great conversation we're all having.

That's genius.

Now that's a good idea. I am pooped. Just going to head to my room.

That's it for my stream!

First my tech fails, and then fibro shed upstream.

What was I thinking?

So stupid.

Just calm down.

The team loves you. They even remembered your birthday.

Wait, that was Gary's birthday.

Whatever. The point is, everything's fine.

That's the secret cameras you planted all over the layer we'll show.

That last heist was a disaster.

Webs.

Totally flubbed the escape.

Yeah, we've been caught a lot because of webs.

Way to go, webs.

You've always been the weird, loner, indoor kid. And you finally found a

group of weirdos to commit crimes with. But now you're blowing it.

What if the team decides that, as the newest member, they don't need me and

me out?

Get it together.

You're webs.

You can fix this.

It's a perfect idea for Wolf's brainstorm tomorrow.

We need to get good at escaping.

Great at escaping.

Like the greatest escape artist of all time.

It's brainstorm time.

Where's Webbs? Probably in the bathroom. I just cleaned it so it's hard to

resist. I do love a blank canvas.

Need any help there, Webs? What is it that you're doing?

We need help escaping.

It's got me thinking. Who's the greatest escape artist in history?

High Street. I missed it.

Wait. You don't mean...

I do. No one's heard from him in years, and he's a total bigwig, so it wasn't

easy to track him down. Believe it to a techno whiz like me, and... Introducing

the most notorious magician and criminal escape artist of all time, the

magnificent Mr.

Wiggleswag!

Uh, uh... Salutations!

And hello!

I can't believe it's you. That time you vanished with an entire bank.

One of my all -time favorite heists.

I mean, aren't you the only criminal ever to escape Alcatraz Island, the more

than maximum security prison?

I thought you died in that failed aquatic coffin escape.

I did, but only so I could attempt an even more impressive feat.

Escaping death.

And here I am.

The Incredible.

Will you sign my copy of Escape from Alcatraz Island Monthly?

Mr. Wigglesworth agreed to teach us the art of escape.

Great thinking, Webbs.

Nice one, dear.

That's me, brimming with helpful ideas that empirically improve the game.

I can teach you to be master escape artist for three easy payments of $9 .99

an upfront security deposit of $5 ,000 plus a waiver. And I'll also sign your

magazine for an extra $20.

Let's do it. We should make the most of me having brought a legendary criminal

here to help us. I mean, that's a lot of money. Come now. You could go from

that... Hey!

What the? To this!

Wow!

Sign us up, Mr. Wigglesworth.

Wonderful. Then which room will magically be transforming into mine for

duration of my stay?

Huh? My course involves 24 -hour intensive training. I'll need to reside

it is to work.

You strike me as a fellow with a clean, well -appointed room. I'll use yours.

It would be an honor.

Welcome to your first lesson.

This has got to be good.

Often when escaping, one requires a key. Why, you might ask? Well...

most commonly for unlocking a lock.

Imagine, then, having many keys on hand. What lock couldn't you unlock?

Wiggle them!

Where did he get those?

Right? We have to carry that around?

In a sense. But a ring of keys this large is quite hard to hide, which is

you'll be swallowing them and carrying them via stomach.

Huh. You've caught my attention.

Swallow this?

That seems kind of impossible.

Then how come I'm done?

Hmm. All this swallowing has me in the mood for a snack break.

Hey there, Mr. Wigglesworth. You're, like, legit, right? Because that

trick was cool, but, uh, I mean, swallowing keys?

Really? This is going somewhere, right?

Webs, I'm sensing...

I'm sensing that something is troubling you.

You are?

Of course you are.

It's just, I'm the newest member of the bad guys, and I messed up big on our

last heist, and everyone's got more experience in fin -based inside jokes.

Just as I suspected.

You're my idea to remind everyone that I contribute to the team. I need your

course to work, because if it doesn't, we're both getting booted.

Out of this comfortable lair with its roof and functioning toilets? That is

quite a pickle. I want to... I mean, I want you to stay here.

And I can help.

You can?

Keep me around for the duration of my lengthy but effective course. And I'll

presto change all the bad guys into the best of crooks. Make you look good in

the process.

You got a deal.

The next step to mastering escape is overcoming the body's weakness.

Yeah, bow weakness.

Go on, shark.

Come on, bow.

Go, Finro.

Oh, no.

It's been like an hour.

You can't rush lesson planning.

He brainstorms best in the bath.

The ability to operate soundlessly will help you evade detection on heists.

To test your silence.

I shall nap.

If even the slightest noise awakes me, you fail.

Oh,

why did I try this again?

The key to success is persistence and belief.

What feels like failure is often just a step towards victory. So keep going.

Yeah, we can't give up. We have to keep trying.

My car hacking tech failed once, but that doesn't mean I can't get it to

That's it. Don't stop now.

Escape this 90 % desire, 10 % perspire. I'll be flipping these claws in my room

while you get out of those restraints. What? I agree for you to sleep in my

room, not pollute it with your nasty cords.

This is probably just part of Mr.

Wigglesworth's methods, right?

That's correct.

I am providing Piranha with a true desire to escape.

Webs, you're quite perceptive. Don't let this one go.

Quite trusty. No!

This is ridiculous. I think it's time to kick that coot to the curb.

No! We have to finish this course.

You... Can't just force someone out after one mistake.

Right, Wolf?

Uh... Hey, Wolf agrees with me.

Amy Webb's is right.

No, something doesn't feel right. What is this?

Oh, that geezer used my hat for tricks?

He may be a legend, but he's become a real nuisance.

These last few weeks really have me rethinking my no -human diet.

Wait. It's already been three weeks since Wigglesworth got here?

We need to talk.

Yes, yes, of course. Right after an impromptu lesson on the long stall.

A good escape artist always needs a long stall, which is to clarify a way to buy

yourself extra time to escape, which is to clarify... Wait a second. Are you

long stalling me?

Sometimes the best way to learn is to experience, dear pupil.

You're going to tell me what's going on. There hasn't been any training in days.

You're eating our food, sleeping in Piranha's bed.

Truth be told, I'm just here trying to keep a roof over my head. You see, my

criminal career is a flop.

What? But you escaped Owl. Technically, I was released from Owl Catraz Island on

good behavior.

And... after I ratted out all my criminal friends. But that's still

my book.

Anywho, I've ridden the coattails of that escape as long as I could, but as

famed dwindled work dried up, I've been between gigs for so long when Webbs

found me that I had to milk it.

We are out of milk, FYI.

No wonder they say not to meet your heroes.

I want our deposit back, and I want you gone.

Oh, dear, I've already spent it all.

How did you burn through $5 ,000 so fast?

Most definitely not on a hot tub.

Unrelated, but is there a water hookup in this room? That's it.

What?

I'm not falling for one of your tricks. Come out now.

I'm sorry.

This is just temporary.

Until I come up with a plan, which I'm going to do after a few more baths.

Okay.

Hello, fellow bad guys.

Excuse me, fellow.

You haven't heard? Wolf is so pleased with my contribution to this team that

he's made me a permanent member.

What? Can he just do that? Yeah, Wigglesworth, that wasn't part of our

agreement.

Not that we had one.

Him and I. Who are we even talking about?

Wolf. And now he's making group decisions behind our backs.

Where is that furball? Oh, I'm going to knock some sense into him.

I'll take you right to him.

What is this? You're supposed to take me to Wolf, not your kooky wardrobe.

And I have.

He's right here.

Hey, get your hands off me.

Hey, do you know where Wolf and Snake are? I think I finally figured out how

hack vehicles.

I'm so sorry to have to tell you this, Webs, but they've left to do a heist

without you.

They did?

I overheard them. You were right about being on thin ice, but don't worry. We

still have our plan.

Right, yeah.

Thanks for the heads up.

Hey, Mr. Wigglesworth.

I have a question about something I've noticed is missing.

Missing? My friend, Bro, thinks you know where he can find it.

I assure you I do not.

But you do. I'm missing out on maximizing my stage presence. And I love

props. Where do you get your props? Is that?

I can smoke bomb.

Really?

Really?

Is that?

Snake's hat?

But he'd never do a job without it.

You see, my criminal career is a flop.

He wasn't hard to find because he's a VIP.

He was hard to find because he's washed up.

Shark!

Piranha! I need your help!

Where are they?

I'm so sorry to have to tell you this, Webs, but they've also left to do a

without you.

Seriously? Perhaps you should just forget about getting in the bad guy's

graces. We could team up instead.

Oh, sorry. I meant more like, seriously, you think I'd fall for the same thing

twice?

Yes? No! I admit, I made a big mistake last heist, and then made a bigger

mistake by getting super caught up in it, to make the biggest mistake by

you trick me while I was down. But that doesn't matter anymore.

I need to save my friends.

Me? Trick you? Webs, I would never.

Can it.

I reviewed our security footage and saw you throw Wolf and Snake in your creepy

wardrobe. I went to help them, but it's gone.

Tell me what you did.

Oh, I can't take it anymore.

I'm not a bad guy. Well, I am, but not a bad, bad guy. I didn't plan on any of

this. I'm just...

hungry and confused, and I don't know what I'm doing.

Your friends are in a van on their way to prison. I turned them in for some

trumped -up crimes.

What? It was for my health.

There was this strange tugging feeling in my chest whenever I looked at the

wardrobe. I felt sort of bad about my own actions.

Are you talking about guilt?

What have I done?

You're going to help me fix this. Then you're going to get out.

I say, I'm starting to understand how you feel. Like... Maybe I'm not wanted

around here.

You're not.

Don't even try to compare us. You're a conniving moocher. I work hard. And I'm

great at what I do. So zip it and get in the car because I can't reach the

pedals. Or the wheel.

I'm trying to patch and upload in advance wireless car hacking program

microsatellite dish, and your swerving is messing me up.

Sorry, but the turning thing is confusing.

You mean the steering wheel?

You've driven before, right?

I can see the police van up ahead. It's going quite fast.

I'll press the go -go pedal and see if we can catch up.

Leave it to me.

Webs is here to save us. She's asking us to handle the driver.

How? We can barely move.

Yeah, this is tighter than those ropes. That's it.

Wigglesworth's toenails.

Now, bro, things are bad enough without you bringing that up. Rob, we need

things to be even worse, so we have a true desire to escape, just like

Wigglesworth said.

Prada, I hate to do this to us, but any chance you could... There's more to me

than just farts, you know.

But bye.

Oh, well, oxygen.

What's going on back there?

Sorry about this, Gary, but I'm not sending you a birthday present.

Aw, thanks, Finn Rosa.

Web's just handling it.

You can do that, Web.

It worked!

Of course it worked. I'm a genius!

Let's get you home.

Who said spiders couldn't cry? She's a witch!

Toronto, we gotta talk about your diet. But I gotta say, it feels great to have

escaped that wardrobe.

It did seem cramped in there.

Is it a good time to reveal that this was all my final test to see if you

utilize your skills in the real world?

Get lost.

Finally.

But if you think I'm going anywhere, you've got another thing coming. This

needs me.

Yeah. We know. What made you think we didn't?

I don't know. Snake's snarky remarks, all your inside jokes I don't get, and

overhearing you say we've been getting caught a lot because of me. When did we

say... Oh.

Oh.

Oh, you... Webs, you need to listen to the rest of that conversation. I know

keep the security cam footage.

Hello? Did you not just hear me? I don't care what you say. I'm awesome!

Yeah. That's what we were saying.

Wait, what?

Yeah, we've been caught a lot because of Webb helping us get into way more

places since she joined. She's got talent. I'm sure she'll have the techno

what's -it -bobbles of hers up to snuff soon. Then we'll nail the getting out

part, too.

Well, this is embarrassing.

Just so you know, my snark is how I show affection without actually having to

show affection.

And Snake and I both think the Finbros thing is super obnoxious. You're better

off not getting it. To be honest, I don't even get it. Shark comes up with

and I just go along with it. What? I thought you were coming up with stuff

I was going along with.

Sorry,

webs. You're stuck with us.

Yes.

But I can live with that.

They gotta deactivate all the security measures.

This is one well -guarded dentist's office.

Not a dentist's office.

Really?

So I didn't need to pull that guy's tooth?

Does no one listen to my pre -heist game plans?

You do those?

No. This is a high -tech pharmaceutical lab that just developed a cream that

replicates the properties of the Fountain of Youth. We're gonna steal it

turn it into cold, hard cash.

We should definitely keep some for ourselves because good skin care is

priceless. And you've all made it no secret that my on -to -new days are

me.

With all this security, there's got to be more primo loot to steal.

I haven't really satisfied my steal -all -I -can -while -I -can -it yet, has it?

Snake, we got what we came for. Let's get out while we're ahead. You worry too

much, Wolfie. Let me just grab a few more things. It'll be... Snake!

Oh no, he's...

Thanks for the longest car ride of my life, Piranha. It was so, uh, what is

opposite of fun?

I will not apologize for driving safely with such gorgeous cargo on board.

Yes,

you are. Yes, you are.

I hate this. We got to figure out a way to change me back to normal.

Look on the bright side, Snake.

Now you can get away with way more crime.

No one suspects a baby of being a master thief.

Yeah. Where would they even stash their loot? In their diaper?

Should we all start wearing diapers?

Hang on. That gave me an idea.

Might be the first good idea anyone in this group has ever had.

Okay. Offensive.

We could take advantage of me being an adorable little twerp to pull off a

BBBG.

An IRL BBBG?

I thought the BBBG was only a myth.

Like the benefits of vitamins.

Are you spelling things so I won't understand?

Because that is not K -E -W -L.

He's talking about the Baby Basket Baron Gambit. The Baby Basket Baron Gambit?

The most infamous long con of all time. The B -B -B -G makes an L -L -L -G look

like a P -P -O -K. The B -B -B -G is simple. You start by leaving a child on

doorstep of a wealthy, childless baron. You know, barons.

Richie -rich tycoons who amass colossal wealth to fill the hole in their hearts.

The crooked kid slowly embeds into the Baron's life in order to find out where

he keeps his most prized possessions.

Blinded by love, the Baron suspects nothing as the kid steals said

before disappearing under the cover of night.

That sounds awesome.

I want to do the BBBG. No way. We're not doing the BBBG.

Let's move on.

Can we all pretend I said that in a non -shouty way?

I just meant it feels like we're overlooking the fact that we just pulled

successful heist. Plus, I made some calls and have contacts willing to fence

cream for us. Or they're on the fence about us. I didn't have great reception.

Either way, we should be celebrating and figuring out a way to turn Snake back

into his hideous adult self.

Don't worry about me, Wolfie. I'm sure a few cups of coffee and a week's worth

of world news will age me up in no time. Right now, we should focus on the BBBG.

Your eyes twitched, and like a minute ago, you shattered at the top of your

lungs in a passing race.

Ooh, is there something from your past driving your decision -making?

No. Great, okay, so... It all happened when I was just a pup.

My mentor and I tried to pull a BBBG. Things were going well, but then I got

too deep. Once I was on the inside, there was so much to steal, I lost track

the actual target. I didn't know where the BBBG ended, and I began.

Dramatic monologues are kind of my thing. Right.

Anyway, my mentor had to blow my cover and pull me out. The whole thing was a

disaster. And I vowed never to try a con like that ever again.

I hear you, Wolf. You were a failure in the past. But the bad guys have done

just about every type of crime there is.

Tithes, burglaries, larceny, petty and grand. Fraud, putting mail on

using speakerphones in public, piracy.

not respecting tgif leaving the toilet seat up wet willies dry willies humid

steves grand theft auto buffet sneezing under tipping and crimes of fashion

can't forget that but we've never done a con how can we call ourselves real

criminals if we haven't pulled a con and besides this time i'll be the one on

the inside and you'll be your mentor

You'll have to follow my plan and do what I say.

I'm in.

Fine. All we need now is to find a childless baron. Got one.

What? I have a news alert for newly arrived barons, recently departed

and limited edition sneaker drops.

His name is Baron Von Tuskington. Just moved to town and is always photographed

wearing this crown.

I'm sure it's worth a pretty penny.

There's crowns, and then there's crowns.

Wowee.

Well, we've got our target. Looks like the bad guys are... Oh, yeah, no, no,

Well, I was thinking I would say it since it was my idea.

Sure thing. Go ahead.

Looks like the bad guys are... They're pulling a con!

Okay, everyone remember the plan.

Webs, you're going in as snake -stuffed animal.

Once you're inside, set up your camera so we can find where the Baron keeps

crown. Copy. And Snake, I know it's hard, but you're supposed to be a kid,

you have to act like a little kid.

Look how hideously adorable I am. How could this not work?

And remember, don't let yourself get in too deep. The target is the crown.

The crown. Say it back to me. Crown. Wolf, come on. I know what I'm doing.

right. The BBBG is a go.

Debra!

It made a noise.

Dev?

Oh, did I do it right? I never opened a door before.

It's fun.

Oh, dear.

An abandoned orphan at my doorstep.

I'm afraid you've come at a terrible time. My girl Friday, Deborah, has left

explore other opportunities and... You see, she usually handles this sort of

thing. I'm sure you understand.

What? It's not like I can just adopt...

Was it impulsive for me to adopt a random child left at my door? Perhaps.

they said the same thing about me buying that soda factory just so I could force

it to stop making root beer. I mean, who likes root beer?

Like no one, root beer is for suckers. See?

That's why you're my boy.

Good night, my precious son.

I told you this would be a piece of cake.

Just don't lose focus. What's the target? The crown, Wolf. You gotta trust

got this.

Time for phase two, finding that crown.

What's a phase two? No more treating webs like a rag doll.

Okay, I've searched out the sippy cup with a periscopic camera. All we have to

do is get the Baron to put it wherever he keeps his goods. Then we'll be able

see if the crown is in there, too. No problem.

Hey, buddy!

Baby, hit up a little.

Try crying.

Well...

Coming, sweet child.

What's wrong, son?

I had a bad dream.

It was a dream, and in the dream, somebody stole my sippy cup.

And, hey, I wonder, do you think you can lock it up wherever you keep your most

precious objects?

Oh, surrounded by all the wealth in the world, and yet my little tyke is worried

about a simple plastic cup.

The things that really matter are the things we love the most. And that is you

now, my boy.

So off I go.

He likes the most hideous things.

Target acquired.

Time for phase three, getting the team inside.

And the upper class live happily ever after. The end.

Ah, that was great, Pops. But you know what would make me feel like a big boy?

If I could read it on my own.

Maybe you could hire me a tutor.

Greetings, salutations, and remembrances. My vocabulary is very

because I'm an expert reader.

Come in.

Oh, ouch. Owie.

Shark, just take the glasses off.

Who can go? I built the entire tent around them.

And what does this say?

Don't take this the wrong way, Papa, but you're a terrible cook.

Think we could hire somebody, please?

Somebody order a chef?

Phase three complete.

I can't believe it. We're actually pulling off the BBBG.

It's all because of me. I really am a great mentor. Ow! Ow!

Time for phase four. Snake, you keep the Baron occupied while the team gets that

crown.

Uh, Papa, could you tell me a story?

Preferably a long one.

A very, very long one.

I'll tell you about the first time I fell in love.

I was sitting in a diner when suddenly, approaching me, I saw a lovely, round,

smoking hot bowl of soup.

It was delivered by a waitress named Esmeralda, I think. But the soup was

incredible. It had pumpkin. It had cardamom. It had soul.

What do we do? This is usually Snake's part. Don't worry. I have Snake's copy

the Boxman's Code, Unlocking the Secrets of Unlocking.

First... Face the lock.

Well, duh.

Who would have known? This is impossible.

We're never going to find the vault.

Oh. And I didn't brush my teeth for a week. So the taste of that soup stayed

with me for the rest of my vacation, which I'm still having.

I haven't worked a day in my life. The power of generational wealth.

You know, son, I've never loved anything as much as that soup.

That is, until you showed up at my door.

Really? And I want to show that love by bequeathing you my entire fortune.

Does that happen to include any jewelry? Like, I don't know, a priceless crown,

perhaps?

Oh, good guess. But the crown is practically lunch money. The real

trillions of dollars in stocks and bonds.

trillions with a T and an S at the end trillion.

Those reading lessons are really paying off. Yes, my dear son. And they will all

be yours to inherit once you become an adult.

You know, you know, all this talk about money is making me hungry.

I'm still learning my words. I'm going to go grab a snack.

Now, don't you go anywhere.

Oh, I want to hear more stories about your, I mean, our money.

I've got an even bigger score for us. My papa's trillion dollar fortune.

Your papa?

Snake, no. Don't do this again. Just stick to the plan.

Just think. If we play it cool for another decade or two, we'll walk away

trillions. We can't stop now. You really think you can pretend to be a baby for

that long?

I really do.

Oh, no. It's happening. He's in too deep. You've got to slap him.

I can't slap a baby. I can't.

Huh?

You can't move.

Look away. Look away. I am doing this for the good of the... We're about to

pull off the longest long time in history.

History. Ah, too late.

Snake, no.

This is exactly why we should have never tried the BBBG. Wolf, your friends need

you. And you're the only one who can save them.

You're the mentor now, Wolf.

You can do this.

The voice of my former mentor?

Encouraging me from the grave after all these years?

Hype Heaven does exist?

What? No, it's web.

Pull it together, man.

Oh, hey, sorry.

I know what I have to do.

Pops, we talked about this. I am way too old for the airplane.

Do the choo -choo train instead.

Ah,

that's good stuff.

Papa? Do I know you?

Hey, Pops, I'm ready for bed. Why don't you make this stranger go away and take

me to my room?

Don't go!

I'm your long -lost son. My mother's name was Esmeralda. She always told

about the handsome baron that would come into her diner.

I've been looking for you for years.

She told me to bring you this.

Oh, you do have her eyes.

Pumpkin? Cardamom? And I would recognize the delicious aroma of that soup

anywhere. Oh, it must be true.

Come on in, new, new son.

Yeah.

No way. The Baron's real son showed up right in the middle of our thing?

You know that's Wolf, right? Wolf is the Baron's real son?

Shh. I want to hear this. Wolf is doing the unthinkable. He's trying to pull off

an LLG. The Long Lost Love Child Gambit. While confronting the failures of his

past.

Oh, sorry, boys. I couldn't find the chef.

Probably pulled a Deborah.

Fortunately, we have one heck of a bowl of soup to share.

You know, you look kind of familiar.

Don't see how that's possible.

Yeah, but maybe you just remind me of a character from a book I was reading.

He had a very unhappy ending.

Not to brag, but your brother is a pretty advanced reader.

The joys of fatherhood. Teaching your child to read. By hiring a person to do

that for you. He does seem mature for his age. How old are you again?

I don't know, four?

Five -ish?

No, three.

No, like one to six. That's an interesting age.

I was born in the leap year, so it's actually pretty normal.

I remember being that age, being young, never knowing when to stop playing and

focus on what I was supposed to be doing.

No idea what you're talking about.

And I'd watch what I say if I were you.

Sibling rivalries are to be expected, but just know that I love you both the

same.

Boy, all this reuniting with family has tired me out. I guess I'll see you in

the morning, baby bro.

Actually, I was thinking my big bro and I could have a sleepover. Really get to

bond. That is a beautiful idea.

Where do you think you're going?

To rescue our team.

You never know when to stop. You let yourself get in too deep.

I know exactly what I'm doing.

Stealing trillions of dollars.

What are you talking about?

It'll never work. You can't pretend to be his son for 20 years.

You're just afraid of blowing it again like you did with your mentor.

I'm the mentor now. I'm making sure the bad guys get out with the crowd.

What's going on here?

Papa, help! He's not really your son. He was trying to rob us, but I stopped

him.

That's right. Like all riches, I'm trained in Elizabethan swordplay. I must

defend my home and protect my son from... Uh -oh.

The effects of the de -aging chamber must have worn off.

What's going on?

Snakes just age differently.

You know, puberty hits us hard, Papa. What can I say? Hey, but the good news

now that I'm an adult, you can just go ahead and give me those trillions of

dollars. Oh, you've got to be kidding me. I fell for a BBBG?

And an LLLG? You were after my crown, weren't you?

Oh, thank goodness.

It's just the chef and the tutor and... Oh, wait. You're all part of it! You

won't get away with this! Run!

Come back here!

Hey,

whoa! Papa?

Papa?

I may be a... fool, but I know my precious baby is in there somewhere, and

can't hurt him. Just go.

Don't wait!

Can I ask you one last question?

Was I a good papa?

No.

You were a great papa.

And I promise, there's a snotty little rugrat somewhere out there who'll love

you and won't lie to your face and rob you blind.

John Tuskington has adopted every orphan in the city.

When asked for comment, the Baron said he'd never been happier or more

exhausted. Well, I guess it's a happy ending all around.

What? The bad guys pulled off two cons and got the crown.

We only got the crown because I stepped in. Otherwise, you would have blown the

whole thing because you never know when to stop. Well, that's why I've got you,

Wolfie. Always there to pull me back. We're a perfect pair, like oil and

Let's never change.

We did pull off our first con as a team. Plus, I know the perfect buyer to take

all that stolen cream off our hands.

Good afternoon, sir, who we've never met before. Could we interest you in some

revolutionary cream guaranteed to keep brand new fathers energetic and spry?

Expecting someone else? Sorry. I'm Rikki Tallon, and we're the Night Owls.

You've heard of us. And in about 30 seconds, we'll be walking away with

Bringing down the lasers in 5, 4, 3, 2... Banzo!

The Imperial Emerald.

Johnny, have a nice budget.

Well, that's nice for the food.

Huh? Potato?

Thanks for the ambulance.

What the? Owl, who's that?

Somebody robbed our robbery.

And you owl bait puns against us.

I got a post about this.

Did you say post?

Check it out. I made us an account on the Crooks Only app.

All the top groups are on it. Any time we start swimming in the same circles,

it's the worst of the worst.

Swimming in circles usually means a broken fin. You sure?

It's your boy Wolf and the bad guys. Hashtag big time crook. Check this out.

imperial emerald just stole it from the night owl.

We're bad.

We're bad.

The night owls have been had.

I guess that makes us the toughest, meanest, heistiest crooks out there. Try

stop us, you ding -dongs. And posted. Love that swagger, Snake.

Oh, that felt good. You know, I feel like social media is a very healthy

endeavor.

I know I got caught up in the moment, but maybe we should have waited to tell

the world we stole the emerald until we get back to the lair.

We're five minutes away. What could happen?

That's not good.

Oh, come on.

We're sitting ducks.

It looks like we're getting a lot of attention in the online crook community.

That's what we want.

Yeah, no.

Now the night owls know it was us that stole their emeralds. I'm also seeing

comments from all sorts of groups. The sting, the gruff goats.

Turned out to your location when you both did.

Right? Um, obviously.

Follow up. What is to your location?

The night owls! Gotta get out of the street. Come on!

This is all your fault. Your job is taking care of the car.

Now we're going to get caught with the Emerald after bragging about stealing

I will not be held accountable for my own actions. You hear me? Hey, taking

of the car is the getaway driver's job. You are the getaway driver.

We can't just stay here with the Emerald. If somebody gets it off us,

all our newfound cred.

But we can't just abandon the car either.

Think, think.

We gotta split up.

Shark and I will take the emerald on foot, back to the lair. Webb, Snake, you

stay with the car, see if you can get it running again. No one will bother you

without the emerald.

Why would I stay? I'm not exactly a car expert.

Come on.

Remember when you invented that car hacking doohickey? You're a bona fide

genius. Surely you could fix a hunk of junk with Snake.

I know you're trying to charm me, and it's working.

How come I never get charmed, huh?

Can't think of anything good to say about a dirtbag like you.

So that's what it feels like.

Shark, we're going to make a run for it. Good, because I'm locked and cop

-loaded. I skipped cardio yesterday.

We're pinned in.

Looks like you could use a distraction.

Piranha, do not one -way ticket this. Hey, night owls, I've got your arm

and you're never going to catch me.

I'm sure he'll be fine.

Will he? Won't he? Stay tuned, Internet. And be sure to smash that follow

button.

Okay. Maybe I've been skipping cardio for years.

You think he's smashing that follow button? 100.

Hey, you think you can hotwire that car?

Of course. I'm the king of hotwiring. Can't let that hooter spot itself.

Then we must become shadows.

And to become a shadow, my squire, you must think like a shadow.

Okay. How does that work?

Let's dance.

Watch the king at work.

Dang it! You missed above the car! Me?

I wasn't married!

Well, I didn't do it. I'm the king of hot wiring. People say that, by the way.

Oh, hello.

I just can't get a read.

The car's completely dead.

Don't think just banging will fix it.

That's what I do with every other machine.

And he calls himself a pack animal.

First sign of trouble and he takes the emerald.

Ah. You okay?

You don't think Wolf and Shark are just going to run off with the loot, do you?

I mean, because that's what I would do if I were them. In a band of the team?

way. Wolf's all about the team.

Like, annoyingly so.

That is why they took the emerald and left us stranded here.

In the alley.

With a broken car.

You know what? I'm just going to text them. Check in.

I know you're familiar with our work, but I don't believe we've been properly

introduced. I'm Wolf. This is Shark. And I'm Sark. Oh, he just said that.

I'm nervous.

Pleasant to meet you, big man.

Bold move, heisting that emerald while we were heisting the emerald. He would

have got away with it, too, if he hadn't posted on social media like a bozo.

Every criminal outfit in the city was after that emerald. And now every

outfit will be after the bad guys, knowing they have it.

Everyone knows we got the emerald.

Criminal clown.

Yeah, but you're sort of caught.

Why don't you go ahead and save yourself a world of trouble and hand it over,

okay? You should listen to her.

Piranha? What are you doing?

I've been captive so long, I'm becoming one of them. It's been like 20 minutes.

Exactly.

There's no way you can get through the city while every crook in town is after

you. Why not give us what's heistfully ours before we get nasty?

After all, it's a long way down.

And I don't think wolves land on their feet.

Good one, boss.

Wolves ain't cats.

No, it wasn't a good one. How am I going to get better if you don't give me real

feedback?

Wolf, maybe we should just hand over the end. No way. I see the escape route.

Just follow my lead.

It'd be great chatting with you.

But we gotta bow.

Unbelievable. These owls will mess you up. Get out of here while you can. Come

with me. I'm too far gone.

More bird than fish now. Save yourself.

Just go.

Go on.

Get out of here, you sticky old... You know I love emotional

goodbyes. But why now?

I don't want you around no more.

trick was a great distraction nice plan totally was the plan where's piranha

have you been crying i'm not ready to talk about it still

got it

We get through this, we go down as criminal kings of the city.

I'm going to update our crooks only.

Oh, I missed a lot of text.

Can you stop making that sound? I'm trying to read with Webster. I'm not

any sounds.

Wolf's not responding.

Weird. I'm telling you, he and Shark took off without us. Looking back, there

were hints this would happen.

We gotta split up. Webb, Snake, you stay with the car. Shark and I will take the

emerald on foot and totally betray you.

Mm -hmm. And we're gonna take the jewel for ourselves because we're threatened

by Snake's vast superiority to us in our way.

Not exactly how I remember it, but it is suspicious.

If, and that's a big if.

Wolf and Shark did betray us. That would really tick me off. After everything we

do for them, I spent weeks transferring Wolf CD collection to digital.

Exactly. The furball's got some nerve.

Why are you even wrenching?

No idea.

But it's something to take my anger out on.

You got another wrench somewhere inside you? I need to pop off on something.

Probably.

think a massive horde of vicious insects called the sting will be so terrifying.

We should run.

Scooter!

I think we lost... You

think you could reach my phone and maybe record a little update for Crooks Only?

Totally! Couple questions.

What's your filter preference? And do you hear hooting?

I want my emerald!

Good one, boss.

That wasn't even a... I always knew being a night owl was a one -way ticket.

Squawk! What with the squawking owl...

We're not giving up our emerald. We're not giving up our hard -earned clout.

I

knew

they were too scared of the bad guys to actually challenge us.

I don't think they were scared of us.

Oh, no.

This is gruff territory.

The most violent, cruel, and violently cruel criminal group in the city.

I think we wrenched a little too much.

Yep.

And worst of all, we're no closer to knowing how to fix the dang car so we

catch up to those dirty betrayers.

Hey.

The gas tank's empty.

The car just needed gas the whole time?

Ooh, they probably left it low on purpose so they could abscond with our

emerald. I say we crank this thing back together and go get our revenge.

I'll get gas. I'll wrench.

Well, well, well.

Very chill and very cool to meet the one and only bad guys.

You're Scully Flame Boney, leader of the gruff goats.

Correctamundo. Coming on our turf after bragging before bagging that emerald is

pretty radical.

I mean, every crook knows not to count their heist before they hatch.

Scully Flame Boney thinks we're radical?

And very dumb.

You think you could just show up with some hot loot without feeling the rough?

Gruff stuff.

Very uncool.

Yeah, not cool, guys.

Oh, no, I'm becoming one of them already.

You basically have two options.

Spill that tasty emerald or get shredded.

Okay, I was probably a little wrong to post mid -heist, but if we time it

we could split between these ever -circling dirt bikes and escape.

We've already duped the sting and the night owl.

Did we, though?

Feels like we just created bigger and bigger problems for ourselves.

I do not want to become a living skid mark, even though I'm a skid mark.

Fine.

Here.

Excuse you all.

Kiss, kiss.

Oopers, not so fast, my sly skippers. You traded the Emerald for your lives,

you still burst our turf without permission.

You'll have to pay a toll if you want to leave.

By way of the Dildo!

for your entertainment.

But can I ask, why does the toll have to be paid by randomly jumping through

this ring of fire?

Why? Because it's radical.

Hey, man, I didn't become the leader of a crime outfit not to force randos like

you to do my bidding.

Looks like they didn't just run away with the emeralds. They used it as crap

to join the grass goats.

Not on my watch.

No one betrays the bad guys but me.

Launch time, my broskies!

Hit it!

Man, I love this thing.

Real quick, has anyone ever successfully landed the Doom Jump?

You mean without bursting into flames?

Yeah.

Totally. Nah.

P .S. I am posting this to crooks only, so try not to scream too much. Harsh is

the vibe.

Here goes nothing.

You can't rescue us. Wrong, dweebs. We're here for revenge.

You try to run away with our emerald.

What? No.

Why would you think that? You didn't answer my texts.

We were busy running away from every crook in town.

And then the ghosts are forcing us to do this stunt. I love our team.

You specifically asked me to stop talking about how much I love us. Yeah,

up, shut up. You're right.

Sorry. Why don't we just go grab Piranha and discuss this back at the lair? Like

crooked adults.

Bye. Great.

Guys?

Why aren't you hitting the brake?

I am hitting the brake.

Unless... Wait a minute. Didn't we put the gas where the brakes were supposed

be?

The toll has been paid!

And we started the day on top of the underground and now

we're laughingstocks. Yeah, that video Scully posted of us absolutely blew up.

Hashtag losers, hashtag radical.

I think we look pretty cool.

I'm just glad to be back in the lair. I feel so much more like myself, you know?

Well... If there's a silver lining to tonight, at least I've learned a

lesson about not counting heists before we're home. Yeah, right. Really?

Uh -huh.

You don't learn lessons.

What? I'm serious.

See?

Got his horn?

Now, nabbing that from the most feared criminal outfit is a way bigger deal

some measly emerald.

Impressive. How'd you pull it off? Not that I'm impressed.

It's pretty complicated.

It all started when Wes the Snake hit the jump. First, I saw an opening.

And I guess that's it. Not my most elaborate steal, but I did it, and I

brag about it. Never underestimate the power of potatoes.

I said,

growl!

whore nobody assembles when i want them to where is everybody sullivan you here

rice you around chad brad i need you brando other chad connor

you're not still mad i dated your sister are you joff you're not mad i dated

your sister come on garbanzo get out of here you cookie bean

You crossed me for the last time, webs.

I'm gonna destroy you.

Oh, yeah? You and what army? There's only one way out of this, and that's...

Sum?

Oh, it's gonna be a dim summit. And I'm chief ambassador of labor.

No, you picked last time. I need curry or I will lose it. Two words.

Pizza tacos.

Do it or I walk.

We need a tiebreaker.

Snake is on a strict rodent and push -pop diet, so I claim his vote. Nope.

Korean fried chicken it is, right, Snake?

Actually, I'm going to turn in early tonight.

How are you ready for bed? It's like 5 .30.

Got to catch up on my beauty sleep.

Oh, and no need to check on me. I'll just be sleeping.

Nighty -night.

Why would he say that last part?

And here I go.

And falling asleep.

He's obviously up to something no good.

Now, and I want in.

Well, you got me. You found out my terrible secret. I'm off to my

salsa lesson. Yeah, that keeps me limber. You've been taking dance

Without me?

Prove it. What?

Salsa for us right now.

Yeah, really?

I'm

just

realizing I have no idea what salsa dancing is.

I do know what salsa is, and this ain't it.

But I like it.

As we can all clearly see, I'm a world -class dancer. Sorry to hide it from

I just, yeah, I didn't want you to be embarrassed about how much better I am

dancing than you.

Anyways, well, there's always more to explore in the fast -paced world of

so, you know, I'm out of here.

The rhythm calls.

We're all still deeply suspicious of Snake, right?

Right. Definitely.

Piranha, you're following too closely. He's going to spot us. I can't see.

Whose idea was it to wear sunglasses at night?

Obviously, we need disguises.

Won't he recognize the car?

I disguise the car, too.

We just got to be quiet.

Hey! Oh, sorry.

I'll crunch quieter.

You been holding out or not? Ever heard the story of the hungry wolf?

I'm starving.

We should have got them some hours ago.

I'm the one who wanted to do something.

Oh, no.

Where's Snake?

Wait. There.

Man, he's God.

But not good enough.

Fall in scooter.

He's just too wiggly.

Ram!

How do we even know that's his?

These things get dumped all over the city.

That sounded like Snake.

What is this place?

It's so fancy.

Some kind of salsa mansion?

Is that a thing? No. But whoever it is, they got moolah lah.

Big Thomas International.

Do you think Snake is ditching us for another crew?

Uh, literally no one said that. And your voice is, like, really high.

I mean, he has been kind of dodgy about the whole group thing.

Sure, but that's just his curmudgeonly charm, right?

He needs our help.

Wait! We can't just rush in.

Wow.

This place is... Impeccable.

Is that an original Van Gogh?

Snake!

You okay?

You guys cannot be here. Get out. What's going on? Who you working for?

No, it's not like that. It's, it's, it's... A salsa mansion.

Yeah, we know. Yeah, what he said.

That's not a thing. All right, you got me. I'm just doing a little heist of my

own. You what?

It's not a big deal. Sometimes I like to heist by myself. It's healthy.

The creep woes this place has made it impossible. Is that any way to speak

your own dear mother?

Snake,

I had no idea you had a mom.

You know, for a second there, I was worried you were working with another

or something.

A group?

Snake. Who are these goons exactly?

Oh, they're from my salsa class.

Fine.

These are the bad guys. A crime crew that I know. All right, my crime crew.

I don't know... I don't

know what's so funny about that, Mrs.

Snake's mom.

Serpentina. Wait, your mom is the Serpentina? One of the old -time crime

Bury the lead much, Snake?

Oh, just when I thought Snake couldn't disappoint me more.

He joins a team.

What a silly goose.

Sorry,

I can't control myself around her. She's too fabulous. Look at this place.

Paintings of yourself all over your own house?

You could never.

So true.

Snake, I didn't know you came from money, bro.

Please, I don't pay for things.

I'm a master thief.

We hail from a long line of solo operators.

It's a family tradition.

I had high hopes for Snake, but alas, it's so disappointing to see you with a

support system.

Must be why you've never been able to best.

me after all these years.

Best you at what? Me and Ma have this fun family competition.

When I was just a snakeling, Ma absconded with my favorite toy, my

bouncy ball.

Oh, you should have seen his face.

Oh, Will Snake.

It all makes sense. Your lost innocence, your fear of... What?

I turned out great. Zero issues.

I've just been trying to steal it back ever since to remove the weight of

feeling like a huge disappointment.

It's not a feeling. You are.

As your mother, it's my job to teach you the hard lessons of thievery so that

you can carry on our family tradition.

Although, with every passing year that you fail to steal the ball back, I grow

less and less convinced.

Maybe it's time to hatch a sibling.

Oh, me! Please.

Get ready to be convinced, because tonight I get that ball.

This ends now.

Please. You've never even come close. And I'll tell you why.

Because you've been working with this group.

And that's made you soft.

Respectfully, ma 'am.

But you're dead wrong.

Makes the hardest criminal I know.

And no offense to solo operators, but the real bad business is working as a

team. In fact, I bet we can heist that ball from you. Let's place a wager. If

win, you got to admit crime crews are the cops.

Very well.

But let's up the date. Huh?

If I win, Snake has to quit his precious little blog guys.

Forever.

Hey, team.

I know I kind of jumped into the deep end there. No offense, Snake, but your

brings out the worst in people. Yeah.

We've got this, though, right?

No. I never even made it past the ground floor.

Well, this time you got us.

Look, if we lose, it's not going to be like when I quit before.

It'll be for keeps. As awful as she is, I can't break a promise to my own

mother. True.

Never break a mom promise.

Who a mom is.

The unbreakable vow.

Don't worry, we'll come to that. We're going to do this. Bad guys forever.

Serpentina, we're in.

Your funeral.

Mommy!

Oh, sorry.

This is going to be fun. For me, for you, it's going to be painful and

humiliating. All right.

We treat this like any other heist. Snake, any leads on the location of the

ball? I think it's in her office on the second floor, but I can't get up the

stairs. They're booby trapped.

No problemo. We'll case the rest of the first floor, find another way. I've

tried. It's impossible.

We've got fresh eyes. Maybe we'll see something you've missed.

Webs, exterior.

Shark, plumbing.

Piranha, under the stairs. I'll take the banister. Snake, you just sit back and

enjoy the perks of working with the team.

Ow.

Didn't see that coming.

And here come the screams of terror.

Get it off me.

Webb. Margaret.

And the entire exterior is welded shut. And booby trapped.

Wow.

I mean, ow.

Shark, any luck?

Okay, hang in there, buddy. Piranha, any intel on bears?

It's like she knows what my nightmares are made of. Then there.

Okay, so this isn't like every other heist. Of course it isn't. This is the

Martina we're talking about.

Lawless and flawless.

The needy crab gets it.

She noticed me.

So the entire house is guarded with anti -heist security?

Yeesh! Your mother's never built you an almost impenetrable heist training

ground to teach you how to become the best thief in the world?

Oh, I guess you weren't loved.

Believe me now, the only way in is up. They're just stairs. We can handle

stairs. Go!

You see, the thing with groups is when you fail, you fail on top of each other.

Groups are not the problem.

I got an idea.

Eyes on me.

Yo,

I am the stairs.

Ooh, his shapely gams have saved us once again.

Go, go. I can't hold on like this.

Holy smokes, wait a minute, wait a minute. We did it? Yeah.

See? Ah, the bad guys can do this. Because the bad guys can do anything.

Can you, Mr.

Cheerleader Fuzzball?

Yes, lady.

Let's go this way.

Why are we doing this to ourselves?

For some ball?

You know, I just feel like if I had a proper dinner, I'd be doing a lot

Aw, does Baby Sharky need his din -din?

Do not.

Babies shock me. I have dignity.

But yeah, some dignity would be nice.

We could have had a nice dinner if you just let us order what I wanted. She's

trying to drive us apart. Can't let her. Let's try these stairs on the right.

They look slightly less painful.

Knowing Ma, they're not.

Come on.

I have a theory. We just might have an advantage.

Everything I've experienced up till this moment says otherwise.

But go on.

Your perfect, terrifying mother made the stairs to defeat an only child. Just

one person.

The minute one booby trap is activated, the others deactivate. I think if we

keep weight on the main stairs, the traps on the upper stairs won't turn on.

So you're saying we have a group advantage?

Hear that, mean mom?

Won't hold for long.

There's no way this is gonna work.

Trash rule.

I've never made it this far.

Ha! Bad guy's rule, mom's drool.

I hope your mom didn't hear that. Bring it in, team.

Gramps, you're a genius.

Yada. Dang it, let's get shawarma after this. No, soup dumplings. It's more fun

with a groove.

I wouldn't celebrate just yet, Patricia.

I like Patricia.

Ignore her. Snake, I'd beat your balls somewhere behind that door.

Come on, Snake.

When will you admit that you'll never best your dear mother?

Don't let her get under your skin. We've done loads of heists that are harder

than this.

We stick together, we could do anything.

Except maybe order kebabs. But yeah, to everything else you said.

Plus, it's personal with me and that chandelier now.

Think I just figured something out. Me, Patricia, I mean Piranha. The

chandelier's drawn by movement.

So all we need to do is not move.

And how are we supposed to get anywhere by not moving, hmm? Maybe we could tell

it where we want to go and let it take us there.

Everybody salsa!

Let's go get that ball.

Ow!

Ow! Doesn't she own any paper bags?

Of course not!

She's classy!

Dear mother.

Man, I really hate moms.

Guys, listen. I once impersonated a librarian for a heist.

It's a library.

Yeah, so?

So I think there's a draw.

I don't really flop around like a little seal, do I? Why, you got something

against small swimmers? Maybe I do.

Half pint?

Now it's on.

Finbros, chill.

Me mom has a point.

Groups make everything harder and hurtier. It's every fish for himself

the Finbros are done.

This never would have happened if Wolf would have just let me order calzone.

How? How would that have helped this?

Calzone always helps.

If I had an ounce of that beautiful snake mama's moxie, I'd leave you all

This isn't working.

I gave being in a group a try, but Ma's right. I'm destined to be a lone snake.

Wait. Are you actually breaking up with us? Come on, snake.

You're always quitting.

We always come back.

This time it's for keeps.

A mamas is a mamas.

Sorry, Wolfie.

This can't be happening.

The bad guys aren't the bad guys without Snake.

Actually, without any member of the team, we just wouldn't have that magic.

Doesn't that mean if Snake's done, the bad guys are done?

Can you guys quit bellyaching for a second? I had the intercom.

Admit it, kid. Your team slows you down.

Solo's the way to go.

You should have listened to your dear mother from the start.

Yeah, Ma, you were right.

Groups are a pain in the tuchus. They're always butting their snouts in where

they don't belong.

I mean, did I ask them for help tonight? No, but they just had to follow me. To

what? To make sure I'm okay?

Nobody asked you to care, but it's like, you know, they can never leave me

alone, even when I'm in a terrible mood, which is like always.

They're like, they're always there for me, no matter what.

Oh, no.

I like...

Being in a group, I like the bad guys.

They might be idiots, but they're my idiots.

How touching. But without the ball, you'll never see the bad guys again. You

lost. I won.

We're doing this right. But Serpentine has beaten us at every turn.

It's... Impossible?

When has impossible ever stopped us?

Knowing Serpentina and her tricks, I bet there's a secret way to get that box.

Yeah, let's show Snake's dear mother what a mostly intact group of crooks can

do. Somehow.

Wait. Dear mother.

That's it.

Is that any way to speak about your own dear mother?

When will you admit that you'll never best your dear mother?

The book.

That's the key.

Let's disappoint the heck out of a mom tonight.

You're really doubling down.

Yeah, it's what bad guys do. You wouldn't understand.

They'll all just keep failing.

Don't any of you know when to stop?

That's the thing about the bad guys.

We're relentless.

Wait, wait.

Bad guys forever.

Possible.

How about that?

You came back for me.

Don't know if I'd do the same if the shoe were on the other foot, but then

again, I don't have feet.

That's what makes a team so powerful.

Working together for the sake of the steel, no matter what.

So I suppose I'll never see you again, son.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

You actually enjoyed this?

Oh, wow.

Wow!

You actually enjoyed this.

Don't flatter yourself.

Scram. She wanted to spend time with her kid.

She's secretly soft inside.

Kind of ruins the image I had of her.

Hey, Ma.

Maybe I can come over for dinner once a month.

And maybe you can set some fresh new traps.

Maybe. Ma 'am, your house is probably the best training course we've ever

You think he'd ever let us come by to help Snake out?

Groups. We'll see.

Now, but seriously, I am starving.

Did we find a late night diner? What did we land on? A kebab?

We had kebabs two nights ago.

I'm gonna twist your top off!

Guys,

what are you doing out here?

Is that a statue?

Whoa! Yeah, where'd this come from?

Wait a sec!

you replace me with a statue?

No, we went on a heist without you.

Less outrageous, but still rude.

You were just taking so long to find street parking after our last heist, we

decided to pull another one.

It's because our crummy lair doesn't have a garage.

It's been hours and I still haven't found a spot.

Isn't that one right there?

Why'd we choose a layer with so many spheres?

You don't even have to climb them. It's called empathy.

Never heard of it.

What's going on out there?

Hey, neighbor.

The hardest part of a heist is figuring out where to fit the loot.

It's good.

All this?

It's criminal credibility.

It's why we heist.

Finally parked.

That thing is dangerous.

I can't believe I'm saying this, but you ever think we've stolen too much stuff?

Good one, Stank. No way we're stopping now. We just hit number three on the

worst of the worst list. And number four is dying to knock us back down.

Boo, number four. We need something big to solidify our status and get us into

the same tier as the greats, like the Crimson Paw or...

My mentor? How long has this been here?

I just found the perfect heist to boost us to infamy. And I found Piranha.

I saw the white light!

Everybody listen up. This is a will from my dearly departed mentor, D .B.

Cougar, that bequeaths me his greatest accomplishment.

I knew he didn't just forget about me after he disappeared.

Sort of left me hanging.

No goodbye, closing lesson, or student has become the teacher sort of moment.

But this is it. A final challenge for his star pupil.

Huh.

A garage door opener? You inherited a garage?

Oh, my prayers are answered.

A holographic map?

Your mentor was legit.

And there's only one thing it could possibly lead to.

Tiffany Fluffet Sr.

reporting live from the scene of an un... Unthinkable crime. Big -time crook

.B. Cougar has just stolen the motherlode of gold bullion, valued at

billion. That's right, billions in bullion. A heist that's so off the

Channel 6 has created a brand new scale, presenting the worst of the worst list.

All to illustrate that D .B. Cougar was here, but is now here.

I can't think of a greater accomplishment for a criminal, which

commendation, but... but it's really a firm condemnation. In other news, a new

album from Kids to Men is coming out today.

Oh, a new Kids to Men album is coming out? I love Rhythm and Hooves.

Everybody loves Rhythm and Hooves, but we need to focus.

Dozens of criminals and cops have tried to find the bullion since and failed. If

we get it, it'll be like... Ludwig Atlantis? Stilling Excalibur from Mesto?

Deep Fried in El Dorado?

Exactly. Okay, it says here that the inheritance is located at the treasure

chest symbol on the map.

Passed a keypad lock with a five -digit code.

Each of the dots is the location of an item. We'll need to heist to reveal each

number of that code.

Jeez, that's complicated.

I guess DB wanted this bullion job to be just as hard for us as it was for him.

Great, we love a challenge.

Sorry, that sounded sarcastic, but I actually meant it. It's true, we love a

spin facts.

I ain't afraid.

Good, because we get one try to enter the code by midnight tonight, or the

will self -destruct?

What? Why the heck would your mentor set such a tight deadline?

He didn't. The will actually arrived a few months ago. I guess it got lost in

the mess of the lair, and now time's almost up. You do realize this means

heists in one night. The all -time record is four.

And that was set by the Crimson Paw.

We'd have to beat a legend to get this done.

I love it. Again, we like challenges. I'm getting all tingly. Bring it on. If

can pull this off, the bad guys will finally be in the big leagues. We'll go

down in history. High street.

Missed it.

Copying the map onto our phones.

Let's get ready for a heist -a -thon.

Glorious.

You hit heist -vana.

You're the Michelangelo of plants. The Michelplangelo.

Wow. We're absolutely not getting our security deposit back. The first item is

somewhere in the museum, and our only window to pull it off is to guard shift

change, which just happens to be right about now.

Stop right there!

What's going on?

I got here early for our shift change in spite of these crusty -looking

scoundrels on the prowl.

No need to call it in. I've got it covered. Why don't you head out early?

Well, that's real generous of you.

Not shark.

Now that is a great name. Might have to steal it from my first born.

That's a weird thing to say.

Once the guard's gone, Webb's will disengage the security.

You're clear to proceed.

Our mark is sad, boy. Okay, remember, don't look directly at the painting or

else.

Too late.

I couldn't help it.

Oh, crud. Now I'm looking, too. Where's the code number?

I can't see.

This sad little mug is clouding my eyes up.

Let's just jet. Webs will figure it out.

B .B. Cougar was a legendary thief. He wouldn't just leave the code numbers in

clear sight like a noob. My guess?

He used a phosphor to hide them.

Bingo. Yeah!

We've got the first number, but the remaining heists are too far apart. We

finish in time if we go one by one. We'll need to split up. Webs and Shark

take item number two. Snake and I will take three. And Piranha will take four.

Then we rendezvous at the location of the last item. Remember, the night

the bad guys as big shot criminals.

D .B. Cooper believes I, and you by extension, could do this. Let's prove

right. We have to be at our best, our sharpest. So turn those predator

all the way up.

My mom?

Again? Dallas, can we please swap items?

Yes! Stick to the plan!

I hate you and this murder house.

You love me. I have that macaroni valentine to prove it. I know things

tough the last time we were here, but we know what we're doing now. We'll be in

and out of the gym.

That's it over there.

I kind of like it. Gives me a nostalgic cold feeling of dread.

Makes sense.

It's your mom, right? What? No, get it off me. You're the one holding it.

And you dropped it. We're never going to get the number now.

Not unless I tell you.

Weird that DB hid an item in the arcade.

I thought heisting a claw machine would be fun, but I'm almost at change and

mad. Well, that bear has the code.

Quarter me.

Check it.

I do not like that. It looks like a spider.

Dude, and you'll like it fine when it gives us infinite tries.

Put it in the coin slot.

I mean, so are we. But at least we're honest about it.

I guess they amped up security after we stole from them. Someone will have to go

inside to grab the bear.

I volunteer as tribute.

I was clearly talking about me.

Doesn't ring a bell, but I'll head in and look around.

I must have set up more security.

How do I get in?

Intruder.

What was that noise? I'd better take a look.

with more acapella practice.

Serpentina, do you know the number? You gotta tell us, please.

I don't gotta do anything.

Of course, if I had incentive. Say, of the 24 -carat variety.

You know about the bouillon?

Mother, know everything.

All right, what's it gonna take?

A clean 90 -10 split in my favor, and I'll give you the information you need.

What? Shove it, Ma. No way.

Then off to my evening soak I go.

Okay, what if we give up... Fifteen percent.

We'll throw in six ball. No, not in a million years. Think about it. Fifty

worth of bullion.

The respect of the criminal community.

Folks using notorious before our names. All for one ball.

Plus, you know, we'll just steal it back.

The number was a three.

Now get out and get me my cut.

Dex detected.

Nice, Shark!

It's a seven!

Home not so sweet home.

I'm looking for parking. I'm never going to find the number in all this mess.

I'm boobed.

Get pumped, Piranha.

The bad guys are on their way to glorious glory.

Yeah, you need to do your part.

Or a six?

No, a nine. I don't know!

Just bring the loot with you. We gotta go find the last item.

We are back with a new update.

Help!

Uh -oh.

This may be a one -way ticket.

I hope everything's alright with Piranha. He's running pretty late.

Are you on fire?

What? No.

Are you?

What's with all the questions, huh? Are we on a time crunch?

Oh, you're right. There's only 20 minutes till midnight. 20 minutes to

another item and get to the bullion?

The timing is tight, but we've already pulled four heists. One more and we'll

prove we're the best criminals in the city.

We started with nothing and now we have a lair full of loot.

You're right. We're gonna crush this.

And be the best...

The best of crooks? That's a good one coming from the lairless losers with no

loot. The night owls? What are you talking about?

No need to play dumb.

Words already spread like fire, pun intended, through the criminal

Your lair blew up with all your loot.

That's ridiculous.

Weren't you saying anything?

You're nervous. Squeakers are freaking me out.

Fine. Yes, it's true.

The layer blew up after I got the necklace.

But it was because I wiped drones.

They thought I was an intruder.

We had a whole house meeting on how to deactivate the security system. You just

say deactivate and they shut down.

Doesn't ring a bell?

Now the bad guys have nothing.

And the night owls have one less criminal group to worry about.

We're laughingstocks. Our lair. Our loot.

Was everything we did until now for nothing?

Well, I guess what they say is true.

You should never try to achieve anything in life.

Let's just go home.

Oh, wait. We don't have a home.

It was an accident. I'm sorry.

Guys, look.

The fifth dot is moving away from us. Whatever.

What's another kid when we're already down?

That's right.

We're down. Ricky said it, too. We have nothing.

Which means we have nothing to lose.

We're all in. The only one to ever pull off anything this crazy is my mentor,

and if we get his bullion, we'll show him and the world that the bad guys are

the baddest of the bad. Yeah, I didn't give up my ball to slither away empty

-handed. Let's get this heist on the road.

Yeah!

Stop the car and hand over your hood ornament, Ricky.

Are you kidding me? Why would we give anything to you, crime wads?

I'm not the muscle. I'm the thespian. Release me, ye fiends. You can't fool

Chester. Muscle recognizes muscle.

Five minutes until midnight.

Are you crazy? You're going to end up as roadkill. We're so close to getting

that gold, we need to pull this off to be great.

If you're going to do something crazy, at least let us help. Don't mind if I

Give me your tail. I have a plan.

Yee -haw!

Quick, Piranha, there's less than a minute left.

To the bullion!

We lost them!

The map says we're close. Turn in here, now!

Tickets left.

Five, seven, three.

Careful. I can't do this. I got the shake. Too much coffee.

Six or nine. Six or nine. Ronald, this is a four.

One.

Who's ready for some booyah?

Huh?

Why don't I see anything but a stupid mirror?

This can't be it.

Where's the gold?

I thought we hit rock bottom earlier. Who knew there was another bottom but

that bottom? But we were going to show the world how great the bad guys are.

I guess we're losers after all.

Cut it out, Wolfie. I'm the only bad guy allowed to say bad things about the bad

guys. Could a bunch of losers pull off five heists in one night? Six, if you

count that statue.

Wolf, what did your mentor's will say he was leaving you exactly?

His greatest accomplishment.

Look up.

We misunderstood the will. His greatest accomplishment wasn't the bullion. It

was you.

And I'm nothing without you guys.

I was so fixated on proving that we're the baddest of the bad, and we already

are. It's not about the loot, the lair, or the recognition.

The most important part of pulling heist is that we all enjoy doing it together.

That's what makes the bad guys great.

Well, we still need a new place to live.

Oh, yeah. It'd be great to have parking this time, like that elevator back

there. And someplace down through with thick walls like these.

If we're comparing, I really like how isolated this place is. My neighbor

peeks in on my backyard rehearsals. Creep. Is it just me, or would this

make a pretty fantastic lair?

I think this is it, Sam.

I won't have to crouch.

Good feng shui. Pretty empty, though. I suppose we'll have to get heisting again

to really fill the place up.

I already have tons of ideas.

Ha ha ha ha ha!