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Oh. Expecting someone else? Sorry.

I'm Ricki Talon, and we're…

The Night Owls.

Hoo!

You've heard of us.

And in about 30 seconds, we'll be walking away with that.

Bringing down the lasers in five, four, three, two…

Donezo.

The Imperial Emerald.

Shinier than I expected.

Well, that heist was a hoot.

Huh? Potato?!

Thanks for the emerald.

-What the…? -Owl be seeing ya.

Somebody robbed our robbery and used owl-based puns against us!

They didn't see us coming at all!

Which is weird, since their heads can swivel in every direction.

I gotta hand it to you, Wolf. Stealing from The Night Owls mid-heist?

Oh, brilliant idea.

I gotta post about this.

Did you say "post"?

Check it out. I made us an account on the CrooksOnly app.

All the top groups are on it.

Time we start swimming in the same circles as the Worst of the Worst.

Swimming in circles usually means a broken fin. You sure?

It's your boy, Wolf, and The Bad Guys.

#BigTimeCrooks.

Check this out. The Imperial Emerald.

-Just stole it from The Night Owls. -Ha!

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 and stop us, ya 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.

Uh, it looks like we're getting a lot of attention in the online crook community.

Nice! That's what we want.

Yeah, no.

Now The Night Owls know it was us that stole their emerald.

I'm seeing comments from all sorts of groups.

The Sting, The Gruff Goats. Uh…

You turned off geolocation when you posted… right?

Um… Obviously.

Follow-up. What is geolocation?

-The Night Owls! -We gotta get out of the street. Come on!

It's hard to push without arms.

This is all your fault. Your job is taking care of the car.

Now we'll get caught with the emerald after bragging about stealing it.

I will not be held accountable for my own actions.

Hey, taking care 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, we'll lose all our newfound cred.

But we can't just abandon the car either.

Think, think. We gotta split up.

Shark and I take the emerald on foot, back to the lair.

Webs, Snake, you stay with the car.

Get it running. You won't be bothered 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 tech 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 gonna make a run for it.

Good, 'cause I'm locked and carb-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 emerald!

And you're never gonna catch--

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.

Shh-shh-shh!

You think he's smashing that follow button?

One hundred.

Hey, you think you can hot-wire that car?

Of course. I'm the king of hot-wiring.

Can't let that hooter spot us though.

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 must have bumped the car. -Me? I wasn't near it!

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.

Uh, you okay?

You don't think Wolf and Shark are gonna run off with the loot?

That's what I would do if I were them.

And abandon the team? No 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.

Y-you know what? I'm just gonna text him, check in.

-Hoo! -Hoo!

Hoo!

I-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 Shark.

Oh, he just said that. I'm nervous.

Pleasure to meet you. Big fan.

Bold move, heisting that emerald while we were heisting the emerald.

You would have got away with it too,

if you hadn't posted on social media like a bozo.

Every criminal outfit in the city was after that emerald,

and now, every criminal outfit will be after The Bad Guys, knowing they have it.

Everyone knows we got the emerald?

Criminal clout.

Yeah, but you're sort of caught.

Why don't you go ahead and save yourself a world of trouble and hand it over, 'kay?

Squawk! You should listen to her. Squawk!

Piranha? W-what are you doing?

I've been captive so long, I'm becoming one of them.

It's been, like, 20 minutes.

Exactly.

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 are my zingers gonna get better if you don't give me real feedback?

Wolf, maybe we should just hand over the emerald.

No way. I see an escape route. Just follow my lead.

Been great chatting with you…

but we gotta bounce.

Whoa! Too bouncy!

Ow! Ow!

Ow! Ow! Ow!

Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!

Ow! Ow! Ow!

Unbelievable.

Psst! 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.

Squawk! Save yourself.

Just go!

Go on.

Get out of here, you stinky oaf! Get!

You know I love emotional goodbyes, but why now?

I don't want you around no more. Leave before it's too late!

That little pinball trick was a great distraction.

-Nice plan. -Totally was the plan.

Where's Piranha?

-Have you been crying? -Not ready to talk about it.

Still got it. Yes!

We gotta hide.

Almost home.

We get through this, we go down as criminal kings of the city.

I'm gonna update our CrooksOnly.

Oh. I-I missed a lot of texts.

Emerald!

Can you stop making that sound? I'm reading Webs'--

I'm not making any sounds.

Emerald!

Emerald!

Emerald!

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.

Webs, Snake, you stay with the car.

Shark and I will take the emerald on foot and totally betray you.

Mm-hmm.

We'll take the jewel for ourselves,

because we're threatened by Snake's vast superiority to us in all ways.

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's CD collection to digital!

Exactly. The furball's got some nerve.

What are you even wrenching?

No idea. But it's something to take my anger out on.

You got another wrench inside you?

I need to pop off on something.

Probably.

Emerald!

Emerald!

You wouldn't think a horde of vicious insects called The Sting

would be so terrifying.

We should run.

Scooter!

Emerald!

Emerald!

What are you waiting for? Scoot!

I think we lost them.

Think you could reach my phone and record an update for CrooksOnly?

Totally! Couple questions.

What's your filter preference? You hear hooting?

Whoa!

-I want my emerald. -Yeah! Give it back!

We're losing 'em!

Is it just me, or are these scooters, like, irresponsibly fast?

-Good one, boss. -That wasn't even a…

I always knew being a Night Owl was a one-way ticket. Squawk!

What's with the squawking? Owls hoot!

Huh?

Wait a minute. I'm a fish, not a bird!

Ow!

Hoo!

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.

Uh, Wolf, I-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 can catch up to those dirty betrayers.

Hey.

The gas tank's empty.

The car just needed gas the whole time?

Oh, they probably left it low on purpose so they could abscond with our emerald.

I say we crank this back together and get our revenge.

-I'll get gas. -I'll wrench.

So, uh, y-you, uh…

You just gonna keep circling us, or…?

Almost done, broski.

Hang tight.

Bah!

Well, well, well.

Very chill and very cool

to meet the one and only Bad Guys.

You're Skulli Flame-Boni, 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 heists

before they hatch.

Skulli Flame-Boni thinks we're radical.

And very dumb!

You think you can 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 right,

we can sprint between these ever-circling dirt bikes and escape.

We already duped The Sting and The Night Owls.

Did we though?

Feels like we just created bigger problems for ourselves.

I do not want to become a living skid mark,

even though I love skid marks.

Fine.

Here.

Oh, that's a juicy 'rald. Kiss, kiss.

Mwah!

Oopers! Not so fast, my sly skippers.

You traded the emerald for your lives,

but you still burst our turf without permish.

You'll have to pay a toll if you want to leave.

By way of the Doom Jump!

Doom Jump! Doom Jump! Doom Jump!

Doom Jump! Doom Jump! Doom Jump!

Doom Jump!

The time has come.

The time to pay or perish!

Very excited to be doing this 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, brah.

They didn't just run away with the emerald.

They used it as cred to join The Gruff Goats.

Not on my watch.

No one betrays The Bad Guys but me.

Launch time, my broskis. 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… not.

PS, I am posting this to CrooksOnly, so try not to scream too much.

Harshes the vibe.

Here goes nothing.

Ooh…

-Snake! Webs! -Whoo! You came to rescue us.

Wrong, dweebs! We're here for revenge. You tried 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 Goats are forcing us to do this stunt.

I love our team. You specifically asked me to stop talking about how much I love us.

Shut up, shut up!

You're right. Sorry.

Why don't we just grab Piranha and discuss this back at the lair,

like crooked adults?

-Fine. -Great.

Guys?

Uh… Why aren't you hitting the brakes?

I am hitting the brakes! Unless… Wait a minute.

Did we put the gas where the brakes were supposed to be?

So radical.

The toll has been paid!

Man, we started the day on top of the underground,

and now we're laughingstocks.

Yeah. That video Skulli posted of us absolutely blew up.

#Losers.

#Radical.

Ooh. I think we look pretty cool.

I'm just glad to be back in the lair.

Feel so much more like myself, you know?

Squawk!

Well, if there's a silver lining to tonight,

at least I've learned a valuable lesson

about not counting heists before we're home.

-Yeah, right. -Really?

-Uh-huh. -You don't learn lessons.

What? I'm serious.

See?

Ooh-hoo-hoo!

Skulli's horn?

Now, nabbing that from the most feared criminal outfit

is a way bigger deal than some measly emerald.

Impressive. How did you pull it off? Not that I'm impressed.

It was pretty complicated.

It all started when Webs and 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 didn't brag about it.

Never underestimate the power of potatoes.

Yeah!

Yeah!

I said, "Gruff Goats, assemble!"

Dang! Without my horn, nobody assembles when I want them to.

Where is everybody? Sullivan, you here?

Bryce? You around, Chad?

Brad? I need you, Brando.

Other Chad?

Connor, you're not still mad I dated your sister, are you?

Geoff, you're not mad I dated your sister?

Come on! Garbanzo, get out here, you kooky bean.