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Turns out water parks are way more flammable than expected.

Jeez.

-Hey, it was a great idea on paper. -Until the paper caught 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 Worst List 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 think about becoming productive members of society.

In other news, H-two-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.

Peppy, you and your Whale Tails sure do know how to pick me up

when I'm feeling down.

There's no time for talking to boxes!

Sorry. Came in a little hot there.

What I meant to say was, we need to think bigger, bolder, badder

if we're gonna get the fame we deserve.

That heist was a slam-dunk.

Why does this list hate us?

Houston will definitely have a problem when they see their satellite's missing.

Um, when is that anti-gravity pill gonna 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…

What do we have to do to get on this list?

There must be something I haven't thought of

to get the world to notice us.

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 Pots

announced she will be discontinuing the Whale Tail line of candies

despite sales being at an all-time high

and me needing them to get through my 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 ate 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 or didn't get cast in a school play,

Whale Tails were there.

When my friend invited me to her 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 Tails.

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 children's teeth to sell in a teeth-smuggling organization.

Should we get into the teeth racket to get us on the list?

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

All she sees is 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.

What are clumsy kids that can't subtract perfect for?

Slow-moving targets for Peppy's army of tooth harvesters!

Do the math, man! Oh.

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

Webs, I'm gonna 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 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,

kept in her extremely well-guarded factory.

Sounds like someone has something to hide.

Wait a minute.

Top secret? Well-guarded? Candy?

That's it!

We're gonna 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, and Shark.

And I can prove to Webs that Peppy 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 Peppy's factory.

This place is massive.

And most of the interior is labeled "restricted,"

which isn't suspicious at all, huh, 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 there, 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 hostage?

Your Peppy lies are getting more and more ridiculous.

Yeah. We all know the tooth fairy isn't real.

No. She or he or they are definitely real, and Peppy 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 inside.

That means we'll need all fins on deck.

Wait. You're 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 gonna 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.

Heistory! Dang it! I thought of that a second too late.

Whoa.

Was that a "whoa" of wonder? Sounded full of wonder.

No!

The blindfold is on.

This place is whoa-worthy.

More like an automated greed machine designed to run efficiently,

therefore reducing energy usage and material waste?

-Huh? Hmm. -So evil.

There's our way in.

We can do this. We could use these walkways to get across.

We just have to time it perfectly, coordinate our jumps, and move together.

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

No, yeah, this is good. All part of the plan.

I was gonna 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.

-But this is a competition now, right? -Oh, we're gonna crush 'em.

It's gonna 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 there, I can hack in and make us a path to the door,

behind which we'll find Peppy's collection of children's teeth.

Which I'm now realizing fall out anyway, so it would be weird,

but not necessarily that evil.

You're coming around to the Peppy side, aren't you?

No way.

Don't worry. I'm on it.

Go, go, go!

I don't think this is what my acting coach meant

when he said I should stretch myself more in my performances.

How much longer, Webs?

I'm almost there. A few more seconds.

I know what I have to do.

Piranha, no! Do not one-way-ticket this!

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

-There has to be another way. -There's literally so much time left.

Remember me!

He was the best fin a Fin Bro could ask for,

and the third-best driver who agreed to join the team.

Webs, would you like to share any words?

-Piranha, are you okay? -Mm! Mm! Mm!

Better than okay. This chocolate is delicious!

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

Last one through the door has to admit they're probably wrong about Peppy!

According to the blueprints, the R&D Lab should be right about…

Bingo!

Oh. We need Webs.

Please! There's no lock I can't pick.

Told ya.

There's the recipe book.

We won!

I mean… We've acquired the target.

Let's rendezvous back at the entrance and make our way out.

Don't wait for me. I've been sucked into the candy machine.

I'm about to find myself fins-deep in piping-hot caramel and…

Ooh! This is nice.

Sound like Piranha one-way-ticketed again.

Let's find him first, then make our way out. Where you going?

-I'm just gonna crack this safe quick. -Come on. We 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 book.

We should stay focused on the mission, which means not eating.

Sorry. Couldn't help it.

Yeah, me either.

That's creepy. It feels like she's watching us.

I know. Isn't it great?

Gasp! Last Whale Tails on the planet.

Uh-uh! Don't even think about it. You heard Wolf.

We need to find Piranha and get out 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 crush--

Actually, never mind. This is just like a massage.

Admit it, Webs.

Maybe Peppy's not the maniacal freakshow you make her out to be.

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

Look, despite any 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-I was a little harsh on her.

And I do like her candy, I guess.

See? I told you Peppy's not ev--

Huh? Ooh.

Webs! No!

I should help her.

Webs is more important than some candy, right?

Then again, when I have to make a tough decision,

I usually eat a Whale Tail.

Hi!

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

I just like to save electricity.

The environment, you know?

But listen to me going on,

not letting you get a word in even to introduce yourself.

Oh. Uh, i-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 trying to thwart my evil plan.

Actually, we only broke in to steal your recip--

Wait. Did you say "evil plan"?

-Did I? -You totally did! I knew it!

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

Man, I wish 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 dedicated my entire life to making people happy!

No. On the Internet, I'm some sort of, I don't know…

…money-hungry, teeth-hoarding corporate overlord?

What is with the teeth stuff? I was a nice person!

Was?

But you and your online pals

just had to keep trolling me and trolling me,

until I started feeling not nice!

I did not like how that felt.

I figured all those not-nice commenters

probably didn't like feeling not nice either,

so I've developed a new mind-control candy

that will make everyone act exactly how I want them to,

which is nice!

I don't believe this. I thought Peppy only used her 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 may 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 me and my friends won't let 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.

Were 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 works, I won't be needing this silly old thing…

or any evidence.

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 friend?

Yes, Peppy.

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.

I'm alive.

I'm alive!

What are you guys doing?

Is that an exfoliating bath or something? I want in!

That can't be good for the skin.

Oh, looks like this party could use a little chaos.

Stop right there!

It is I, Peppy Sweet Pots,

betrayer of dreams and soul-crusher to lifelong fans of mine,

and I order you to step away from that vat of deadly acid.

Don't listen to him!

It's clearly someone holding a picture of me.

And is that supposed to be my voice? How rude!

Do not listen to the woman telling you not to listen to me!

You must obey my commands.

You will obey my commands,

and I order you to turn around and walk straight off that platform!

Now do it in reverse.

-But turn around first! -And move to your left!

Oh, yeah!

Oh, no!

We gotta go! This cookie's about to crumble!

I've spent too much time perfecting my plan

to be taken down by the likes of you!

Fluffy, Long Boy, grab that fish!

Must destroy intruder.

Wait! It's still me!

I know you're angry and mind-controlled, and that is your friend, Shark's fault

because he chose candy over rescuing you…

He 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, was up to no good.

Do you think you can forgive him?

Of course I can.

That's impossible.

He used the 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.

Whoa! Okay, okay!

Hey!

Uh, Shark, a little help before they one-way-ticket me?

Oh! Uh, that's enough, my dears.

Your face is weird.

Yeah, you're not the boss of us.

What if I used the power of true friendship?

Okay! How about now?

Yes, Peppy.

What happened? We gotta get out of here!

Webs, do you think you can get us a way to that door?

On it!

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

Must enjoy Peppy's treats.

Piranha, did you eat the mind-control candy?

Yeah. He said he didn't get to try one during the heist and felt left out.

This whole thing has left a really bad taste in my mouth,

and I can't even eat a Whale Tail to make myself feel better.

I know just what you need, buddy.

No. Don't you dare.

Mm-mm!

Wonder what story is gonna beat us tonight.

What was the name of this dastardly group again?

They call themselves The Bad Guys.

She said our name, live on air!

They just broke in

and then destroyed a lifetime of hard work and blew up my factory,

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

While that is an oddly specific clarification,

I think it's safe to say that the childhoods of all future generations

have been stolen by a dangerous new criminal group on the rise.

We should all be very afraid of The Bad Guys.

Yeah!