Bad Guys 2, The (2025)

[bunniefuu]

(grand orchestral

fanfare playing)

-(lively chatter)

-(air whooshing)

Your breakfast, Mr. Soliman.

-I don't care about cantaloupe!

-(gasps)

-Tastes like melon! -It will

never happen again, I promise.

-Yalla, habibi, come back!

-Just going to clean up.

-I'll be very fast.

-I'm not done yelling at you!

(laughing)

(indistinct chatter)

(static crackling)

(gasps)

Unit two, I've lost camera four.

We need eyes

on the rooftop terrace.

I'm in.

Okay, Mr. Shark, you're up.

SHARK (over comm):

Nice work, rookie.

-I'm on my way.

-GUARD: Yasmin told me

-I need to be more attentive.

-What?

You are very attentive.

(grunts)

I know. That's what I told her.

Yalla, did you get a haircut?

I did.

-Thank you for noticing.

-It's very nice. (chuckles)

All clear on the roof.

GUARD 2 (over comm):

Copy that.

Uh, that was me.

-It-It's still Shark.

-Yeah, no.

I got that. Thank you.

(over comm): All right,

Mr. Piranha, go crazy.

(water whooshing)

Mr. Snake, that's your cue.

Hope your timing's right, kid.

WOLF:

Snake, be nice to the rookie.

It's her first heist.

I was being nice.

It's just how I sound.

(sarcastically):

Welcome to the team.

See?

-(laughter)

-WOLF: All right.

We finished, uh,

with the banter?

Let's do this.

Come on. Five.

-Four.

-Three.

-Two.

-One.

It's showtime.

-(guards gasping)

-(alarm blaring)

(urgent chatter)

(scanner beeps)

(wind whistling)

(grunts)

(shouts)

Hello, Mr. Soliman.

(exclaims) The Bad Guys!

Remind me again:

Why didn't you just

come through the front door?

-Where's the fun in that?

-He loves an entrance.

Stay back, you... you monsters!

-Monsters?

-(Soliman stammering)

-(whistles)

-Wow.

-Did he just say "monsters"?

-He did.

I wouldn't have done that.

You like monsters?

I'll show you a monster, pal.

(growling)

(whimpering)

(growling fiercely)

No, no, no, no, no, no.

P-Please. (stammers)

-SNAKE: Whoa.

-Okay, I see you.

-Check this out. -No, no.

No, no, please. Mr. Wolf.

Oh, baby, where have you been

all my life?

-(Piranha chuckles)

-SOLIMAN: No! No!

-No, no.

-SNAKE: Not bad. Not bad.

This is... this is

a one-of-a-kind prototype.

SHARK:

Shiny!

-Wait. We did all this

for a car? -(whimpers)

Listen, kid, the heist is never

really about the loot, okay?

-It's a power move, baby.

-(chuckles) -Let's go.

I-I have to say--

No, no. No, this--

It's never been driven!

Don't worry. (retches)

We brought you

a little parting gift.

We're classy like that.

For me?

(gasps)

-(beeping steadily)

-(engine starting, rumbling)

-Nice.

-(whooping)

Ooh, you say

the naughtiest things.

-(tires squealing)

-(shouting)

(whooping)

SOLIMAN: No! No!

You Bad Guys will never

get away with this!

-(rapid beeping)

-(shouts)

(timer dings)

(fireworks popping

and whistling)

(laughter)

("Taking Everything"

by Busta Rhymes playing)

(screaming)

WOLF:

Go bad...

OTHERS:

Or go home.

-(whooping)

-(horns honking)

(laughing)

You see, steel sharpen steel

when it's time for the go...

(sirens wailing)

After them!

Stare every challenge

in the eye

We don't play with the soul,

no matter what you was told

Every rat find a hole

See, it don't matter

what you thought

-Yeah, yeah, yeah

-(bystanders shouting)

We taking

everything you want

-Whoa, whoa, whoa

-Now don't forget it

Better know we come to get it

and we with it

And there's nothing better

I hope you know

to play it smart

-(clamoring)

-Get out of the way!

-(laughs)

-(bystanders screaming)

Hey, guys, watch this.

(clucks)

(screams)

Step on it!

(laughter)

Do you always drive like this?

Only when

it's strictly necessary.

And it's always necessary.

And there's nothing better

I hope you know

to play it smart

(whooping)

-(screaming)

-(officers screaming)

No matter what you thought,

you better believe we coming

And if you thought

that we was playing

Let me show you something,

so then we jump

And we swoop

and we dodge every b*llet

It don't matter

when they pull up

And they try to pull it

There! The bridge!

That's our exit!

I gotcha.

(officers screaming)

-Piranha, check our six.

-I got it.

All clear, papo.

It's the Bad Guys!

Better know we on the clock

and it's time to go

Everything is tactical,

now enjoy the show

Then we skip and we bounce

and we hop

Out of every situation...

Whoa.

See, it don't matter

what you thought

Yeah, yeah, yeah...

(laughter)

Uh-oh.

Better know we come to get it

and we with it

And there's

nothing better...

Wolf, you got a secret plan,

or are we just dead?

-I'll let you know in a minute.

-The ramp!

-Yes?

-Punch it. I have an idea.

Okay. New kid,

let's see what you got.

(engine revving)

Better wear your seat belt

and strap up...

-(officers exclaim)

-(praying indistinctly)

I know the way you see us

doing it to 'em

I think you really, really

need to shack up

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

-Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

-It don't matter

Every single time

they really try to trap us

And they come from every

corner and they really try...

-Rookie...

-Wha-bam!

Better get up out of the way

Because we come

and then we pack up

And we taking

everything you want

You know you better back up

-(officers screaming)

-Let's go

(screaming)

(echoing):

Let's go.

-(whooping, laughter)

-Yeah, baby!

Welcome to the crew, kid.

-Call me Webs.

-Ooh, punchy.

-Okay, okay.

-(whooping, laughter)

I am never driving another car

ever agai--

-(song stops abruptly)

-(engine puttering)

(horns honking)

Nice carbon footprint, jackass!

Classy.

(engine squealing)

Come on. Easy, now. Easy, easy.

Come on, girl. You got this.

(sighs):

Ugh.

(car alarm blaring)

Oh, hey. Look who it is.

Get over here.

Where you been

keeping yourselves?

Me? (scoffs)

Oh, terrific.

Fantastic.

I mean,

not everyone believes it,

but, uh, the Bad Guys went good.

I'll spare you the details,

but in a nutshell,

we felt the wag of doing good.

Made a couple of new friends...

ALL:

Diane?

You're the Crimson Paw?

We took down Marmalade,

a real bad guy.

The Crimson Paw!

Me? No, no, no.

She's the Crimson Paw.

WOLF:

And surprised everyone

by turning ourselves in.

Yeah, we had a pretty good run

as bad guys,

but sometimes you got

to give up the thing you know

in order to find

something better.

So here we are,

law-abiding citizens

starting over

with a clean slate,

and we cannot wait for society

to welcome us with open arms.

And-and now you want to work,

uh, at-at a bank?

Why not? Some of

my best memories are at banks.

(laughing nervously)

Uh, you robbed us three times.

That was this bank?

It says here that you saved the

city from an evil guinea pig,

but aren't you

a notorious criminal?

Yes. No.

-M-Maybe?

-(passes gas)

(chuckles):

Sor... Sorry, nerves.

I-I mean, I-I can also do

a great tuna impression.

It's like you're talking

to a tuna, right?

Well, I'm proficient

in Unix, Linux, Windows, Mac

and fluent

in 87 coding languages,

so, yeah, I'm qualified.

INTERVIEWER:

I see.

And, um, how do you explain

this gap

in your employment history?

Uh...

My salary expectations?

Wow. That's a good question.

No one's ever given me money

on purpose before.

"Great at Secret Santa"?

Yeah. How does that...

W-W-Wait. Don't tell me.

Bath b*mb. Lavender.

And how would you react if you

saw a coworker doing something

that violates company policy?

Snitches get stitches

and sleep with the fishes.

You know what? Can I act--

Can I get another chance

at that one?

I think we got

everything we need.

-So great to meet you.

-Thanks for coming in.

Uh, we're gonna...

we're gonna pass.

Uh, look, Craig,

anyone who wants to change

needs to start somewhere, right?

So I'm just asking for a chance.

Just a chance.

Please?

You know what, Mr. Wolf?

I might-- you know, I might,

I might have

something here for you.

I'm gonna give you a call.

Gee. R-Really?

Craig, that's great!

Number's on my rsum there.

-Okay. Uh...

-And this has been just great.

-You can let go now.

-Sorry.

I didn't mean to...

I got a job!

This is fantastic, man.

Oh, by the way, Craig,

uh, you know...

Ah.

Yeah. Got it.

(sighs)

(groans)

(over TV):

...to a better future.

In three weeks, my next-gen

MoonX rocket will blast off

and deploy the Power Cell X3.

That's right.

Free wireless charging

from outer space

-directly to your phone.

-(elevator bell dings)

-You're welcome, world.

-Hey, guys. -Hey! -Wolfie.

Wolf! So you got the job?

Well, I mean,

it's not a hundred percent,

but he said,

he said he'd call me.

Well, you did better

than Piranha.

I thought I was supposed

to project confidence.

Yeah, but why a tuna?

What? Tunas are confident.

What tuna do you know

that's not confident?

All of them.

-Tunas are confident.

-PIRANHA: Right?

Guys, come on.

Life's like a car chase.

You know what I mean?

There's-there's gonna be

bumps in the road, but

when has that ever stopped us?

Never.

It's just gonna take

a little time,

but I promise you,

people will come around.

Even if we get framed for the

Phantom Bandit's crime spree?

That's awfully specific.

Who's the Phantom, uh-- Who?

You haven't heard?

It's all over the news.

TV NARRATOR: There's a battle

of survival for the bil--

The Phantom Bandit hit

three locations yesterday,

stealing several

priceless artifacts.

The Phantom is known

for being impossible to trace,

but this time,

he left a calling card.

-(popping and whistling)

-(officers clamoring)

Wait, hey, hey!

That's our move.

Exactly.

Commissioner, are the Bad Guys

back to a life of crime,

or are they being framed?

Just like your face

with those fabulous bangs!

Thank you. I cut them myself.

Look, I cannot comment

on an ongoing investigation,

but let's just say:

once a con, always a con.

-So it's the Bad Guys?

-I said no comment!

-Come on.

-What?

How are we supposed

to get a fresh start

when we get blamed for

every bad thing that happens?

(elevator whirring)

(elevator bell dings)

(Sabrina Carpenter's "Espresso"

playing over headphones)

Hey, guys. (slurps)

Isn't the sun

particularly radiant today?

-What are you wearing?

-What are you drinking?

Wheatgrass kombucha

with extra moss

and two shots

of cold-pressed dandelion.

Uh, I don't think you're

supposed to eat those things.

SNAKE:

Aw, you guys.

I wish I could trade

lighthearted japes

with you all night,

but I'm late for vinyasa.

-Vinyasa?

-W-W-Wait. You're going out?

But y-you just got back.

You know how it is.

You think I got this body

by sitting around, watching TV?

-TARANTULA: Okay, ew.

-Oh, and don't wait up for me.

It's lucha night.

Well, bye...!

(elevator bell dings)

Guys, I think

the kombucha ate his brain.

Hey, you know what?

As long as he's happy, right?

-And you're not?

-(grunting) I'd be happier

if I could land

one of these jobs.

-(chuckles) -First impressions

are hard to shake.

Ooh, that was quick.

I mean, when I first met you,

I thought you were arrogant,

self-satisfied,

dishonest...

(both chuckle)

...greedy, for sure.

Oh, yeah? (grunts)

What changed your mind?

What do you mean?

Ha ha ha. Very funny.

Seriously, it's hard

to stay positive

when we keep getting rejected.

It makes you feel--

I don't know-- hopeless.

DIANE:

Mm.

I mean, going good was the

hardest thing that I ever did.

And compared to you guys,

I had it easy.

(hushed): No one ever knew

I was the Crimson Paw.

(hushed): I'm sorry,

did you say you were the

-(shouting): Crimson Paw?!

-(grunts)

Sorry.

-I didn't quite catch that.

-(groans)

(both laugh)

Okay, you asked for it.

You're about to discover

why they call me

the Big Bad Wo--

(groaning)

I think I got carried away.

(chuckles)

I don't think this is gonna

help my-- with my interviews.

I don't know. I think it's cute.

-Gives you character.

-Oh.

Do I have a concussion, or is

the governor flirting with me?

-Can't it be both?

-Hmm.

-Uh, uh...

-Oh, uh... (chuckles)

-Sorry, I shouldn't have...

-Oh, no, no, no.

I-I didn't really, um...

Uh, yeah, 'cause

you're the governor,

-and I'm, you know.

-An-an ex-con.

-Yeah.

-(chuckles) I know.

It's optics. (chuckles)

-Totally.

-Let's just...

-Yeah, let's keep it friendly.

-...keep it friendly.

-Medium friendly?

-Yeah.

-MAUREEN: Madam Governor.

-Oops.

(panting) Madam Governor.

Sorry to interrupt

you and your acquaintance...

Finally, she remembers my name.

...but you've got the

children's hospital fundraiser

in 20 minutes.

-I'll be right there, Maureen.

-Oh, good. Thank you.

-Another fundraiser?

-(chuckles)

-Oof, look at you.

-(bag zips)

Same time next week?

My calendar's wide open.

Hey.

I know it's tough,

but you can't lose hope, okay?

People do want to trust you.

You just have to give them

a reason.

Promise?

Governor's word.

But until then, I would work

on that right hook.

It feels a little like I'm

getting kissed by a butterfly.

Catch you later, tough guy.

I was holding back.

(laughs, groans)

(grunts)

Huh.

"Give them a reason."

-(reporters clamoring)

-No!

I said no comment!

-(officers gasping)

-(Luggins groans)

-I want answers.

-(phones ringing)

Get me security footage,

scour the phone logs,

and where's my coffee?!

-Uh, Commissioner?

-Not now!

-But you have a visitor.

-They can wait.

Uh, but he's, uh...

Hey-hey, Chief!

-(spits, coughs)

-Can I just say:

love the bangs.

First off,

it's "Commissioner" now.

And second...

Ooh, nice.

What's the difference?

Well, the chief is the top

uniformed officer, whereas--

Why am I explaining this

to you?!

(gasps) Did you touch my board?

-My board. My beautiful board.

-Oh, I'm sorry.

I thought I heard it say,

"Solve me."

-(grunts) Wolf.

-Listen.

I think we're both having

an optics problem.

You need to show the world

you've got this investigation

under control,

and we need

to show the world we're good.

If I help you catch the Bandit,

it's a win-win.

I'm calling the governor.

Go ahead.

It was basically her idea.

-(grumbles)

-Look at this.

Each of the robberies occurred

within a three-minute window.

-So?

-Three minutes is the loop rate

of most standard

security consoles,

which means whoever did this...

Patched into security

from the inside.

Bingo.

(grunts) Fine.

Let's say they did.

How would we even trace that?

We'd need some kind of

high-tech computer expert.

They'd have had to clone the IP

address and redirect the feed

to a four gigahertz

dummy console, duh.

Huh?

Your Bandit is clever

but not as clever

as he thinks he is.

However, he'd still need

an inside man.

Hmm.

Hey.

Hold this.

Hmm. (mutters)

There!

But that's just the janitor.

Perhaps to the untrained eye,

but if he's really

just the janitor,

why is he pushing around

an empty bucket?

Hmm?

So the real question is:

How did he get in?

(grumbles)

PIRANHA:

I'd come this way, jam the fan,

pop the grate,

and bam, you're in.

Ooh, ugh. (gags)

Why is there pickles in this?

Because that's my lunch.

Who said you could eat my lunch?

Well, he said there was lunch.

Chief, come on. Let's focus.

So we know when and we know how.

The real question is why.

(chews noisily)

Well, why don't you call

some more people

to barge in and help?

OTHERS:

Ooh!

(line ringing)

SNAKE (over phone, recorded):

Welcome, friend,

to Mr. Snake's voicemail.

Today's advice for the soul:

We must stop concentrating

on our differences

and look for

what we have in common.

-Namaste.

-(groans): Ugh.

Bye...!

-(line beeps)

-Is he possessed?

Ugh, don't even get me started.

I mean, one day he's going

to yoga, he's doing pottery.

I mean, who does pottery,

the cast of Ghost?

Guys, guys, guys, guys. Hold on.

-OTHERS: Huh?

-What'd he say again?

"Look for what we have

in common."

Look. It's not about

the artifacts.

It's about

what they have in common.

They're all made from a rare

metal called MacGuffinite.

TARANTULA:

Of course.

Uh, MacGuff-a-what, now?

Um, sounds kind of made-up.

So does the word "gold"

if you didn't know it was real.

Say "gold."

-Gold. Gold. -Gold. Gold.

-Gold. Gold. -Gold. Gold.

-(grunting) Gold.

-Gold. -Gold.

That does sound made-up.

Oh, now I can't stop thinking

how it sounds weird. Gold.

So now that we know

what the Bandit is after...

We can figure out

where he's gonna strike next!

There you go.

That's the chief I know.

Mmm. You grinding

your own beans these days?

(grumbles) It's "Commissioner."

Now get out of my office.

("Shake Your Groove Thing"

by Peaches & Herb playing)

-(whooping, laughter)

-Yeah!

(singing along):

Shake your groove thing

Shake your groove thing,

yeah, yeah...

(whoops, chuckles)

Next thing you know,

we're on TV getting medals.

Naming streets after us.

-Piranha Street, baby.

-(chuckles)

Hey, listen to this.

Translated into English,

the word "MacGuffinite" means

"a small MacGuffin." Cute.

Okay. Not super helpful,

but, uh, what else you got?

The most famous

MacGuffinite object is

the Belt of Guatelamango.

(gasps) Did you say

the Belt of Guatelamango?

-You heard of that?

-Heard of it?

It's the championship trophy

for the Lords of Lucha

tournament.

Uh-oh.

Wait, isn't that

where Snake is going tonight?

That's right.

(chuckles): Can you imagine him

at a wrestling match?

-He hates crowds.

-And loud music.

And flamboyant costumes.

And things

that make life worthwhile.

(laughter)

-Oh, no.

-(tires screech)

-(grunts) Ow!

-(grunting)

It's Snake!

It's all right here.

Happy hour. Pottery. Yoga.

All the same times

as the Bandit's robberies.

He's been lying to us

this whole time.

Ooh, he's such a little snake.

-That's why he's so happy.

-Oh.

Vinyasa, my butt.

If he gets caught,

he's going back to prison.

We got to find him before

Police Chief cracks the case.

-(phone ringing)

-Uh-oh.

-Hello?

-(laughs)

Guess who has two thumbs, bangs

and cracked the case?

-(singsongy): This gal!

-Oh, really?

It's going down tonight

-at the Lords of Lucha

tournament. -(gasps)

I am gonna catch

that Bandit red-handed.

-(Shark exclaims)

-I got to say, well done, Wolf.

(fading): Well done.

You have exceeded my...

-Bro, that was our only phone!

-What the thorax?

I don't know. I panicked!

Guys, there's only

one play here:

find our friend and...

Tear him apart limb by limb

until all he can remember

is pain!

(breathing heavily)

Wow, okay.

I was gonna say save him,

but, sure, if there's time,

we can do the limb thing.

(grunting)

(engine whining, sputtering)

(horn honks)

(car alarm blaring)

LUCHA ANNOUNCER:

Ladies and gentlemen,

put your hands together

for the current

reigning world champion,

-Handsome Jorge!

-(crowd cheering)

Ha ha! Yes! (kissing)

Face of an angel.

Punch of el diablo.

Ha! Ha!

-Snake!

-(grunting)

-I'm gonna k*ll you!

-(growls)

(Shark growls)

(lively chatter)

Wow.

And Mama said

I'd never get to heaven.

Look at me now, Mama!

(chuckles)

I'm gonna need

a lot of mustard.

SHARK:

Piranha, check it out.

One in your size

and one in my size!

Guys, we can shop later.

Right now, we need to find

Snake. Let's go. Come on.

Ooh. Right, right, right,

right, right.

-It's just so much!

-Now, listen.

He could be anywhere.

Webs, search the upper deck.

I'll look ringside.

-You two...

-Guys!

I can't believe

you came all this way

just to see me arrest the Band--

(shouts)

-What? What was that?

-I don't know.

I panicked, okay?

I'm a panicker.

(Luggins snoring)

Okay, no more panicking.

Webs, search the upper deck.

You two, backstage.

Remember, we're dealing

with a master of deception

who can move like water

and vanish like smoke.

-He could be anywhere...

-There he is.

-OTHERS: Snake!

-Huh?

(growling angrily)

(screams)

We know everything!

What? How did you find out?

-(grunts angrily)

-Ow!

(grunting and growling)

SUSAN:

Snakey Cakes?

-(yells) Huh?

-(Snake groans)

Uh... (chuckles)

If I knew you were

expecting friends,

I would've gotten more nachos.

Because, well, I know

you don't like to share.

That's true.

-Unless it's kisses.

-Mmm.

Then he likes to share,

-don't you, Snakey Wakey?

-Oh, yeah.

(grunts playfully, laughs)

(both laughing)

(clears throat)

Guys, this is Susan.

Hey.

Is she your hostage?

No!

She's my girlfriend.

(chuckles)

(laughter)

PIRANHA:

She called him Snakey Cakes!

Huh. So these are the roommates.

Roommates?

Did you say "roommates"?

Hey, I'm pulling

your whiskers, Whiskers.

Snakey here told me

all about you guys.

Wait, wait. I'm-I'm just

trying to do the math here.

You're with Snake on purpose?

(chuckles, snorts)

Well, you talk pretty tough

for a mango with teeth.

-(laughter)

-What? Is that what I look like?

Ooh, she is spicy. I like it.

Insult me next.

(crowd cheering)

(laughs)

Are you ready to dance?

(roars, screams)

Another victory

for Handsome Jorge!

CROWD (chanting):

Jorge! Jorge!

No one can defeat

my handsomeness. (kisses)

And now bring down

-the Belt of Guatelamango!

-(rock music playing)

Oh, my gosh! It's the belt!

Give me the belt!

Give me that belt! I love it!

Wait a minute. Fans...

-(shushes)

-(music and cheering quiets)

(footsteps booming)

Can it be?

Yes! It looks like

we have a new challenger!

-(crowd cheering)

-(rock music playing)

Someone has

a death wish big enough

to take on Handsome Jorge!

CROWD (chanting):

Jorge! Jorge!

Jorge! Jorge! Jorge!

(gulps)

Of course.

What better way to steal

the belt than to win it?

That's the Phantom Bandit!

HANDSOME JORGE: Ha ha.

So, you want that belt, huh?

We got to expose him.

How are we supposed to do that?

We improvise.

Well, come and get it, pig--

-(choking)

-Wow!

He means business!

Yeah!

C-C-Can we talk about this?

-(grunting)

-(snorting)

This is wrestling at its best!

Not the face. (grunts)

(grunts)

(crowd gasps, quiets)

I didn't really think

that through.

Uh-oh.

-Huh?

-(both grunt)

(both grunting)

Whoo.

("Chicken Dance" playing)

You ever been deboned

by a chicken?

Who's ready for some violence?!

(crowd cheering)

-("I Like It (Dillon Francis

Remix)" playing) -Violence!

Violence! Yes!

Guys, go for the mask.

(yelling)

(yelling wildly)

I said I like it like

Now, I like dollars,

I like diamonds...

(yelling wildly)

I like million-dollar deals

Where's my pen?

... I'm signing

I like those Balenciagas...

-(growls)

-(shrieks) Spider!

(grunts)

Now the mask. Go for the mask!

I like textses from my exes

When they want

a second chance

I like proving ... wrong,

I do what they say I can't

They call me Cardi Bardi,

banging body

Spicy mami, hot tamale...

(luchador screaming)

(yelling wildly)

Hop out the stu,

jump in the coupe

Big Dipper

on top of the roof

Flexing on ...

as hard as I can...

(laughing maniacally)

Told that ...

I'm sorry, though

'Bout my coins

like Mario...

Snake attack! (grunts)

Whoa, wait! Whoa, whoa! Ow!

I said I like it like...

(grunts) Great.

(roars)

All together now!

(all yelling)

(whimpers)

(whimpers, sighs)

-(grunting)

-(crowd cheering)

Ladies and gentlemen,

this is no luchador.

It's the Phantom Bandit.

-(crowd murmuring)

-(Snake chuckles)

She came here to steal

the... the...

belt?

Good luck getting

out of this one, Bad Guys.

Huh?

-What?

-Huh?

Uh-oh.

-It's the Bad Guys!

-They're stealing the belt!

Let's get them!

-(crowd clamoring)

-Run!



-Piranha, will you take off

the belt? -I can't get it off!

-Take off the belt!

-I can't get it off!

(screaming)

My belt! My belt! Get 'em!

(Luggins grunting)

(panting)

Chief.

Chief, it's not

what it looks like!

I... I trusted you.

(growls)

(grunting)

People! We've got a code 12!

Bad Guys are the bandits!

Mobilize!

OFFICER (over radio):

Yes, ma'am.

(sirens wailing)

Uh-oh.

-What do we do now?

-LUGGINS: Wolf!

Get in!

You heard the bird. Get in!

(clamoring continues)

SNAKE:

Go, go!

(tires squealing)

Wow, that was close.

(all screaming)

Stop this truck now!

Hold on, folks!

-(grunting)

-(screams)

Wolf!

(whispers):

Sorry.

Isn't she great?

LUGGINS:

Bad Guys.

(grunts)

I'm getting too old for this.

(grunts)

All units. All units.

Suspects are headed east

in a hot dog truck.

OFFICER 2 (over radio):

Can you be more specific?

Um, it looks to be all beef,

possibly chorizo.

I need birds in the sky,

roadblocks every five miles.

I want eyes on every motel,

greasy spoon,

gas station, bus station,

cattle station, mole hole,

vole hole and watering hole

within 80 miles.

Let's go!

(siren wailing)

Now it's personal.

(sirens wailing)

They fell for it.

Just like you planned, boss.

FEMALE VOICE (over phone):

Good. Let's go.

(sirens continue wailing)

(engine starts)

(sirens wailing in distance)

Well, that went sideways.

TARANTULA:

Susan, you were amazing.

-PIRANHA: Where'd you learn

to drive like that? -(sighs)

I used to deliver pizzas.

Got canned for being too fast.

(chuckles)

Cool.

(sniffs, clears throat)

-Your breath stinks.

-What?

What do you brush

your teeth with, sardines?

-(laughter)

-That's a burn.

I don't brush my teeth

with anything.

-Shocking. Uh...

-(laughter)

PIRANHA:

(sniffs) That's kind of bad.

I'm surprised

you hang out with me.

-How about a mint?

-SHARK: Ooh. That's clutch.

-Yes, please.

-PIRANHA: I'll take two.

Uh, what about you, Wolf? Mint?

I'm good. Thanks.

So, how'd you guys meet anyway?

Spill it. Spill it.

-(chuckles) Okay, well, uh...

-Well...

-You tell it. -No, no, no,

you tell it better.

Yeah, but you do all the voices.

And, like, you're so good at it.

Can somebody tell it?!

Okay, okay.

It's a funny story.

("Crimson & Clover"

by Tommy James playing)

-(squeaking)

-(groans)

-Hey, kid.

-(gasps)

SNAKE and SUSAN:

Are you gonna eat that?

What?

I think I could...

-Hey.

-(Susan chuckles)

Um... (chuckles)

Mix-up.

Crimson and clover.

-(Snake and Susan moaning)

-(others retching)

Why is she in his mouth?

Anyway, that's how we met.

But-but that's nothing

compared to our first date

-when we were...

-Ew, no! -Stop!

(clamoring)

WOLF:

All right, all right, all right.

Got it.

Love triumphs over all,

and that's great.

But right now,

we need to focus on the fact

that every cop in the state

thinks we're the Phantom Bandit.

Hmm.

Not much of a romantic, are you?

Don't mind him, Sugar Beak.

He's a little touchy.

Uh, he's been friend-zoned

by the governor.

I have not been

friend-zoned by the...

I need a phone.

(reporters clamoring)

TIFFANY:

Madam Governor. Madam Governor.

How soon are the Bad Guys

going back to prison?

Please, let's not jump

to conclusions

-before we have all the facts.

-(reporters clamoring)

Thank you. That's all quest--

That's all the questions

for now.

-All right, Diane.

-(phone ringing)

It's time to implement

damage control.

I'm gonna tell the press

there's no more questions

-for now, and if they have...

-Hang on, Maureen.

Aunt Linda!

What a pleasant surprise.

Wolf, what were you thinking?

WOLF (over phone):

Diane, listen. (sighs)

We hit a little bit of trouble.

Oh. Which part?

Assaulting

the police commissioner

or stealing a priceless belt

in front of thousands of people?

It's-it's not

what it looks like.

Someone's setting us up.

You got to believe me.

DIANE:

Of course I believe you.

(sighs) Well, you might be

the only one.

Listen, we could really use

your help right now.

Wolf, I can't

call off the cops.

There's too much heat on you.

I know. I know. I know. I know.

If you could just give me

something to work with,

a-a clue, a starting place,

something.

All I know is,

it-it's got something to do

with that MacGuffinite thing.

-MacGuffinite? Really?

-Yeah.

It's what the Bandit's

been after the whole time.

I hate to drag you into this,

but it's our only lead.

Can you look into it?

(sirens wailing)

Yeah, I know exactly who to ask.

-You do?

-Listen to me.

I need you to lay low until

I get to the bottom of this.

In the meantime,

don't trust anyone.

-And, Wolf...

-Yeah?

We'll get through this, okay?

(sighs) I hope so.

Hey. I owe you one.

What are medium friends

for, huh?

(chuckles)

Yeah.

(breathes deeply)

Maureen?

-Yes, ma'am?

-Cancel my appointments.

You got it, ma'am.

(button beeps)

I've got to catch up

with an old friend.

(crickets chirping)

(grunts)

Good news, g*ng.

Diane's gonna help us

clear our names.

All we got to do is

lay low and...

(snoring)

You.

You should've taken

the mint, Whiskers.

Hey! Hey.

Hiya, boss.

Yeah, the chickens

are in the broiler.

(echoing): Repeat, the chickens

are in the broiler.

(Wolf groans)

-(muttering)

-(groans)

What? Where... where are we?

What's happening?

(chains rattling)

(Piranha breathing shakily)

Once upon a time,

there was a big, bad wolf.

Ooh, love that guy.

What a character.

He's the one

who challenges the status quo,

who takes the big chance.

Without him, sh**t, I don't

even think we have a story.

And they call him the villain.

Hmm. Kind of backwards,

don't you think?

Do I know you?

They call me

the Phantom Bandit.

Nice ring to it, I guess.

But you can call me Kitty Kat.

I think you met my girls.

-Hello!

-Holy shrimp.

I'm Pigtail.

It was great honor

to kick the butts of my heroes.

The butts were even greater

than my dreams. (chuckles)

(chuckles) She's a huge fan.

Big crime nerd.

Thanks.

I think.

Oh, hey, Susan!

Actually...

Hey!

-It's Doom.

-Uh...

Susan is an alias.

-You lied to me.

-That's all right, papito.

-Played me.

-SHARK: Not cool, man.

-Betrayed me.

-DOOM: Hey. Hey, listen.

-It's just business.

-SNAKE: You're...

-SHARK: Shady.

-You're...

Shady.

Let it out, buddy.

You're the perfect woman!

("Crimson & Clover"

by Tommy James playing)

She out-snaked a snake!

If that's not true love, well...

well, then I don't know

what true love is.

(song stops)

Snake... (sighs, stammers)

Okay. Kitty, y-you mind telling

us what we're doing here?

Cutting to the chase. I like it.

We're planning something big.

Only problem: It's too big

for the three of us.

You need work.

We need extra hands.

Professionals, you know?

With a specific set of skills.

One last job.

Whatcha say?

(chuckles):

What do we say?

No, uh, is the short answer.

But, well, we're flattered.

But, uh, the thing is,

you know...

-We're good now.

-PIRANHA: Yeah.

We don't steal stuff anymore.

Yeah, so if you can just,

you know, untie us,

and, uh,

we'll let ourselves out.

And we can just call it

a noche, okay?

(laughing)

(laughter)

(laughter growing louder)

(laughter stops)

KITTY:

(smacks lips) You know what?

(smacks lips)

I love the red ones.

Is it cherry?

Is it strawberry?

I'm not really sure.

I can never tell.

It's kind of like people,

you know?

You think they're one thing,

but it turns out

they're something else entirely.

Diane.

(gasps) She knows.

KITTY:

Can you imagine if this got out?

The governor's secret past

as the Crimson Paw?

Whew. Talk about a scandal.

(scoffs) She will be

in the hot bubble water.

So...

Let me rephrase the question.

Play along,

and Diane's secret is safe.

Or don't, and you, Diane,

the good life,

it all comes crashing down.

What'll it be?

(Wolf sighs)

All right, hot sauce.

What's the job?

(Snake groans)

(birds chirping)

That's the job.

-Whoa.

-(gasps)

Wow.

(Piranha whistles)

That's the MoonX rocket.



Seriously?

DOOM:

You better believe it, girl.

Why steal a car when you can

steal a big, jumbo rocket ship?

I think she's serious.

Why would you want

to steal a rocket?

A heist is never

just about the loot.

Isn't that right, Wolf?

-It's a power move.

-Exactly.

You get it.

-He gets it.

-(Pigtail laughs)

All right, now, come on.

We got work to do.

And after that,

we're square, right?

You're gonna give us the video?

-KITTY: Thieves' honor.

-(chuckles)

This is gonna be gnarly.

(chuckles)

In the good way.

KITTY: Come on, y'all.

We're going on a heist.

So, are we bad again, or...?

You got to hand it to them.

They thought of

almost everything.

Almost? Oh, you got an angle.

(sputters)

I've always got an angle.

One last job, and after that,

Little Miss Lollipop's

gonna regret she ever met us.

(thunder rumbling)

(knocking on door)

(door buzzes)

Madam Governor?

Take me to his cell.

(prisoners murmuring)

(prisoner howls)

(door buzzes in distance)

-(quiet laughter)

-(thunder rumbling)

MARMALADE:

Well, well, well.

Hello, Diane.

Marmalade.

Of all the super maximum prisons

in all the world,

you had to walk into mine.

Oh, my. (clears throat)

You look like a balloon animal.

I know, right?

Today was arm day.

That's why I'm looking

extra swole.

So, to what do I owe the visit?

I wonder if it has

anything to do with

your mangy protgs fleeing

the scene of a crime.

How do you know about that?

It's my job to know.

I'm the editor in chief

of the Crazy Max Chronicle.

I also do yearbook, and I'm

captain of the pickleball team.

To be honest, I'm kind of

crushing it in here.

All right, well, good for you.

But what do you know

about MacGuffinite?

Oh.

MacGuffinium Fictitium.

Fascinating metal.

With one extremely

unique property.

And that is?

Well, I'm not

just gonna tell you, am I?

Did you forget?

I'm sitting in prison

for your crimes.

So what's in it for me?

I am not giving you a pardon.

(scoffs, laughs) A pardon?

In the middle

of pickleball season?

No. I have a better idea.

How would you like

to play a game?

What sort of sick game

do you want me to...

(singsongy):

Backstabbing governors first.

(sighs)

Oh, goody.

KITTY:

All right, everyone, listen up.

Each of you has

a specific part to play.

-(grunts)

-(chuckles, grunts)

(gasps) Safecracking gear!

Disguises!

COMPUTER VOICE:

Welcome, Ms. Tarantula.

Whoa, that is some serious tech.

Uh, I think

I got the wrong bag.

Yeah, this doesn't seem like

proper attire

to infiltrate a launch site.

(chuckles):

Oh, no.

We're not going

to the launch site.

We found a way to circumvent

every level of security

leading to the rocket,

and it's right there

on Mr. Moon's wrist.

PIGTAIL:

Watch controls everything,

from front gate

to mission control

-to blastoff.

-(watch beeps)

Steal the watch,

steal the rocket.

Only problem?

He never takes it off.

Lucky we have

world-famous pickpocket.

(chuckles) And we think

there's a window.

"Jeremiah Moon invites you

to his exclusive,

state-of-the-art wedding."

Are you serious?

We're gonna crash the wedding?

Oh, I love weddings!

I mean, you know--

(scoffs) I li--

I mean, I like them.

They're fine. I don't care.

Whatever. No one cares.

Um... here's how it's gonna go.



This is a highly

exclusive event,

and it's got protection

to match.

DOOM:

So, we'll have to get creative.

(muffled whimpering)

SHARK: I'm a little rusty,

but I promise

to play you respectfully.

(exaggerated Italian accent):

Mamma mia!

Where's-a my flowers?

Prego! Cappuccino! Extra grande!

Tutti frutti! Limoncello!

Oh, the veil? It's vintage.

A princess wore it.

AUNT SHARON:

Yoo-hoo!

Jeremiah! Oh, there you are.

KITTY:

Moon wears a pair of

AR-enhancement glasses

that identify

the people worth talking to.

DOOM:

And the people who aren't.

But-but I'm his aunt!

KITTY:

Those who make the grade earn

-a 60-second one-on-one

with Mr. Moon. -Jeremiah.

WOLF:

That's our window.

KITTY:

Our only window.

Once the ceremony begins,

-it's over.

-(device beeps)

All right, everyone. I got eyes.

Piranha, you're a go.

-Hey, Clarence.

-Huh?

Something doesn't look right

in this trunk.

Oh? What is it?

L-L-Let's see here.

PIRANHA: Oh, it's there.

It's there. Way in the back.

-CLARENCE: Uh, I don't see

anything. -Yeah. No, no, no.

I think if you put

your head in there.

(grunts)

Oh, Clarence.

GUARD:

All clear here.

Titanium triple spring release.

I've missed you, my old friend.

(grunting, retching)

You're sure you still got this,

Snakey Cakes?

SNAKE (over comm):

Please.

Lock picking is like a romance.

You got to start

gentle, playful,

work your way into

its little cold heart,

until all those defenses

melt away.

Oh. Sounds kind of fun.

(both chuckling)

Are we still talking

about the lock?

-Huh?

-(alarm blaring)

-A power outage?

-(knocking on door)

Hello.

Extremely quick electrician.

Did someone call

for an electrician?

Yes, sir. That was me.

-She's all clear.

-Oops.

Don't worry. I fix and be out

of your lip hair in no time.

KITTY (over comm):

All right, girls. Have fun.



Name's Webs.

I'll be your hacker today.

(giggles)

Mr. Wolf, that's your cue.

(tires squealing)

(Texan accent): Don't spend

it all in one place, you hear?

That's my job.

-Hey. Afternoon. Howdy, ma'am.

-(guests murmuring)

Eyes up, cowboy.

Your target's at twelve o'clock.

WOLF (over comm):

That's our man.

What are you doing? Get in line.

Buck Wolford doesn't do lines.

(normal voice):

Webs, how's my cover ID?

-Hang tight, Wolfie. Just a

couple more firewalls. -Great.

(Texan accent):

Relax, Kitty, I got this.

-KITTY: Wolf?

-Hey, excuse me.

-Mr. Moon, sir.

-GUARD: Hey.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

-KITTY: Wolf!

-Bypass and boom!

Careful, careful.

Let's show our wealthy

and influential friend

-a little respect.

-I thank you kindly.

-(sighs)

-You still got it.

(chuckles)

(sighs) Now this is it.

Swap the watch for the dummy.

Well, at least somebody's

civilized around here.

My name's Buck Wolford.

Big Bad Oil.

But I'm sure you heard of me.

I am just so...

-Need a hand?

-(gasps)

Last I checked,

you didn't have any.

-(gasps, chuckles)

-You never minded before.

-(dart g*n fires)

-Ow!

-GUEST: Is she okay?

-Whoops.

Oh, boy.

Unless I'm mistaken,

rockets do need oil.

How'd you feel about

a strategic partnership,

Mr. Moon?

You're coming to me

with a business proposal

right before my wedding?

You're a real operator,

Mr. Wolford.

(chuckles)

You don't know the half of it.

Who authorized you

to make eye contact?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Mr. Wolford?

-Uh...

-KITTY: Get the watch!

-SOLIMAN: Moon! (laughs)

-MOON: Ah!

There's my Soli-wolly.

You're looking extra bald.

And you're looking short.

(both laughing)

Wolf.

Have we met before?

Uh, no, no. I guess I just have

one of those faces.

-Hey, anyway, Mr. Moon, uh...

-(stammers)

Did you take

a pottery class in Sydney?

-Uh...

-Sir, it's time.

-Ah, yes. Showtime.

-(fingers snap)

(stammering): Wait a minute.

Excuse me, Mr.--

-Can I just, uh-- Mr. Moon...

-(yells)

No, habibi, listen.

I never forget a face.

I-- Naked high diving!

Was it that?

(Southern accent):

Oh, hi, yes.

-Can I borrow him for

just a moment? -(chuckles)

-No. Okay.

-Thank you kindly.

(both grunt)

(normal voice):

You blew the heist!

(normal voice):

That guy, I-I-I knew him,

and he was, he was gonna

recognize me.

SHARK:

Bellissima. Bellissima?

Uh, we got a slight problem.

Someone needs to tell Marco

that a shark ate him.

Are you guys trying

to sabotage this?

-Who's ready to get married?

-(yells)

(glass shattering)

-Shark!

-I'm a panicker.

This is all too much. You happy?

BRIDE:

I like this one.

(frustrated grunt)

This whole thing's a bust!

You lost your edge.

And now the governor's

gonna pay for it.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey, let's not do

anything crazy, okay?

We'll get you the watch.

Oh, yeah?

How?



(choir singing majestic music)

It's like a freakin' fairy tale.

Honey, you look so beautiful

in this dress.

Hmm.

"Big Bad Wolf"?

Hmm. Hmm.

-(snores)

-Shark, you're up.

(clears throat)

-Welcome!

-(playing dramatic chords)

Welcome to this most

beautifious, majestacular,

incredimonious occasion.

-Whoo!

-(crowd gasping)

Whoo! Whoo!

-Could he be a little more

subtle? -(over comm): Whoo!

-For Shark, this is subtle.

-Whoo!

Give it to me real good.

We stand here today

to marry this man--

-this manly, masculine,

-(playing dramatic chords)

manleously maleful man--

and this totally normal woman

-in the sacra-nimonius bonds...

-What? Wait a minute.

...of holy matriminimamony.

Whoo!

(clears throat)

Now, would you please

join hands.

SOLIMAN:

Hmm. Uh...

(gasps)

(growling)

That's him!

Yep. Just-just join those hands.

-Look. Look.

-No need to look at them.

-Come on. Come on. Come on.

-Just blindly join

-those hands together.

-I object!

-(gasps) -What?!

-(guests clamoring)

-(sighs shakily)

-Honey-bunny.

(exclaims)

Soliman, who do you think

you are?

Moon, look what

you are marrying!

It's none other than

the Big Bad Wolf!

-(guests gasping)

-(Soliman gasps)

Here comes the bride.

-Boop.

-(mutters) How could this be?

-He was here!

-Soli-wolly, this is a disgrace.

-There were claws! I saw claws!

-Get him out of here now!

Where are you taking me?!

There are witnesses!

-We all saw it! You!

-Huh?

-Don't just stand there!

-Hey, where's the officiant?

Ooh, who cares?

(guests cheering)

(tires squealing)

(laughter and cheering)

Definitely top five

Bad Guys heist ever!

(both chuckle)

When big man say, "I object,"

I almost make pee-pee accident!

(laughter)

(chuckles) Right.

Almost.

(chuckles)

Wolf, I-I got to ask.

How'd you know

that was gonna work?

You see, Kitty, there's

three parts to every con.



First, bait the hook.

(gasps) Look.

WOLF:

Then comes the turn.

Something weird is going on.

-Someone should object.

-I object!

-WOLF: But none of it works

without the payoff. -What?!

-(sighs shakily)

-WOLF: 'Cause it's one thing

to steal the watch...

-MOON: Soliman, who do you

think you are? -(shushes)

SHARK:

Hold on tight, bellissima.

WOLF: ...and another

to get away with it.

The Big Bad Wolf!

The art of misdirection.

It's not the action,

it's the distraction. Got it.

(Texan accent):

Yes, ma'am.

Hey! (chuckles)

-All right, I see you.

-(chuckles)

-PIGTAIL: Oh, I love weddings!

-(laughter and cheering)

TARANTULA:

All right!

Hmm.

No. Not there.

No. Maybe...

-Oh, so many options.

-DIANE: Oh, my goodness.

Can we move this along?

Patience, Diane.

This is a game

of subtle strategy

and psychological endurance

mastered only by

the most cunning

and sophisticated minds.

"Ages six and up."

Besides, (sniffs) it's not

every day that the governor

drops by to chat about

quantum ferromagnetism.

Quantu-- Wait, are you saying

MacGuffinite is magnetic?

Not just a magnet.

MacGuffinite is

the atomic inverse of gold.

Exposed to extreme voltage...

It will cause gold electrons

to decouple

and attract

with spectacular force.

It's a gold magnet.

Oh, she's catching on.

-(gasps)

-Very good.

Why rob a bank when you can

make the gold come to you?

All the crime,

none of the exercise.

-Uh, thanks, Professor.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You can't go.

We haven't finished our...

What? No! But how?!

It's literally tic-tac-toe.

Send me your yearbook?

You know, it's funny.

You're the second person

to come all the way here

to ask me about MacGuffinite.

What are the odds?

You had a visitor?

I didn't get her name,

but apparently we have

a friend in common.

Or should I say... five?

-(laughing maniacally)

-(thunder crashes)

(grunts) Madam Governor.

I need footage of Marmalade's

last visitor. Now.



(grunts)

(glasses beeping)

Found ya.

(grunting, panting)

(electrical whirring)

-PIRANHA: But can I drive?

-TARANTULA: No. -(laughter)

PIGTAIL: This was

new best day of my life.

(sighs)

-Why must you leave forever?

-Aw.

-Cheer up, Buttersnout.

-(gasps) Buttersnout?

-I always wanted a nickname.

-Oh.

Uh, great.

-(both laughing)

-(chatter continues quietly)

Hey, listen, uh, no hard

feelings about the whole,

you know, pretend relationship

to entrap you

and your buddies, okay?

Oh.

(chuckles):

Come on, now. Of course not.

I mean, to be honest,

I-I wasn't, uh,

really that into you.

Oh, weird.

'Cause you, uh,

you seemed pretty into me.

Well, that's...

-(chuckles)

-Yeah?

That-- You know, I didn't

want to hurt your feelings,

so, uh, yeah,

sorry if you're disappointed.

Oh, no, no, no, no, not me.

You see, uh, I'd only be

disappointed if I was into you,

which, uh, as previously

established, I was not, okay?

Of course.

Otherwise,

this marshmallow toast

would be

full of romantic tension.

(chuckles):

Hmm.

KITTY:

Yeah. Of course I did.

WOLF (normal voice):

Oh, really?

So impersonating the bride

was your idea?

-KITTY: Absolutely.

-Yeah. Okay.

I hired you.

Therefore, your ideas

are my ideas.

Classy.

What's going on

with the MacGuffinite?

Oh, just a little

science project.

Ah. So you framed us

for science?

(laughs)

Come on, I had to frame you.

It was the only way

to draw you out of retirement.

-(chuckles)

-(tool hammering)

Anyway, you got

what you wanted, so, uh...

(chuckles):

Oh. Oh!

Right. You want the video.

There we go.

-Ooh.

-Oh, man.

Did... did I ever tell you

about my first heist?

(sighs):

Uh, no.

Um, was it a bank?

Jewelry store? (mumbles)

(smacks lips) Lollipop.

Back in school, we had a teacher

who used to give

the good kids a lollipop.

And maybe it was

my claws or my teeth,

but she never, ever

looked my way.

It was hurtful.

So one day, when the old fart

wasn't looking,

I snuck into the drawer

and swiped the whole bag.

(chuckles) After that,

when the kids wanted lollipops,

they came to me.

Dude, it was amazing, man.

For the first time in my life,

I felt powerful.

I must've pulled off

a hundred jobs since then.

And the more you steal,

the more they respect you.

Hmm. (smacks lips)

Why would you give that up?

You think if you play nice

and follow their rules,

they'll just see you

for who you truly are.

But let me tell you, they won't.

What if the bad life

was your best life?

(echoing):

My advice:

Stop hoping

and enjoy the lollipop.

(breathes deeply)

(snoring)

-Did you get it?

-Oh, we got it.

Come on, I had to frame you.

It was the only way

to draw you out--

-Full confession.

-(mutes video)

PIRANHA: I can't believe

she didn't notice the camera.

TARANTULA:

All we need to do is get this

-to the chief and clear

our names. -All right.

-We did it. We did it.

-Whoo! Yeah!

-Woo-hoo! -Touchdown dance!

-(beatboxes)

Hey, buddy.

You okay?

Huh?

Oh. Uh, nothing.

Just, uh,

imagining my next round

of thrilling job interviews.

Wolfie, this is the plan.

Yeah. No, I know.

I'm just saying...

(sighs) What am I saying?

I'm just saying, wh-- (sighs)

what if we took a wrong turn

with the whole going good thing?

You know what I mean?

Yeah, but it's gonna be

different this time.

"Captured the Phantom Bandit."

That'll look great

on your rsum.

We're gonna be heroes.

Piranha Street.

Yeah, no, yeah. Totally.

(stammers, blows raspberries)

What am I talking about?

You're right.

Come on, let's find the chief.

-Let's go.

-That's my Wolf.

(ignition sputtering)

-Uh-oh.

-(light clanks)

Did you really think

it was gonna be that easy?

sh**t.

-Hey! -Watch it!

-(all grunt)

(singsongy):

Naughty, naughty.

Are these gold?

Kitty, can we talk about this

for a second? Uh...

Nope.

Is that MacGuffinite?

What's going on?

How about I show you?

(device beeps)

(energy crackling)

Ooh, shiny.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

(all scream)

(all scream)

A gold magnet?

You bet your scaly butt it is.

And this is just a prototype.

Wait till you see

what it can do in zero gravity.

-You're taking it to space?

-Obviously.

PIGTAIL: What do you think

giant rocket is for?

Is not for science fair.

KITTY:

You can't expect us to steal

all the world's gold

from down here.

The biggest heist in history.

Courtesy of us.

All the world's gold?

Oh. Oh. (chuckles)

And the cherry on top!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa. What are you doing?

The video?

You don't need to ruin Diane.

Let's-- Let's-- Come on.

-Let's talk about this.

-Hmm, see, thing is,

I promised this rodent

that I would.

Kind of a quid pro quo

type thing.

-Marmalade.

-KITTY: I know.

What a goofball. (chuckles)

But a real wiz

with the science stuff.

I-I'll tell you what.

'Cause we're friends,

I'm gonna give you a choice.

(all scream, grunt)

(groaning)

No, no, no, no, no! Stop it.

You can stop it with this.

-(screams)

-What the...

(all breathing heavily)

The upload is paired

to the magnet.

The moment you turn it off,

the video goes viral.

Or leave it on, protect Diane,

but y'all keep dangling

until the police arrive.

Oh, such a dilemma.

(phone beeps, line ringing)

The police?

LUGGINS (over phone):

Hello. Commissioner speaking.

Yes, ma'am. I got a hot tip.

The Bad Guys are holed up

in a hangar

two klicks north

of the MoonX launch site.

-What? W-Wait. Wh-Who is...

-(phone beeps)

(chuckles) Sorry, doll.

Look, it's nothing personal.

You are so hot right now.

-OTHERS: Snake!

-Yeah?

SHARK:

Come on, man.

You are one twisted reptile.

I wish I could stick around

to see how it ends,

but we've got a rocket to steal.

Ciao.

Kitty. Kitty, wait.

Hold on a second, please.

(door opens, closes)

(engine starts,

vehicle departing)

See? This is why

I'm not a cat person.

-(sighs)

-How are we supposed to choose?

We're not.

I don't give up that easy.

-Piranha.

-Yeah?

I need you to pull out the USB.

Follow my lead.

You got it, papito.

One, two, three.

("Black Rose" by Coi Leray

playing)

(yelling)

-Whole crowd

-(groans)

Hold on, Boosie,

wipe me down...

I got it!

And it's going faster.

-Not good.

-New plan. Regroup!

(all scream, grunt)

(panting)

On the corner posted up,

smoking loud

Ay, tell 'em they can't

break me, break me down

Ay, come on, baby,

shut it down

Black king, black rose,

black hoodie

Black ..., black cars,

got my Black chin up

Tell 'em they can never

bring us down

Yeah, jumped off the porch

since a child

Uh

Why they wanna push me...

Webs, you got enough wiggle

in those legs to hack in?

Three legs is all I need.

I think.

WOLF:

All right, let's go.

All black on,

got my ski mask

-(grunting)

-All black on

Got my ski mask...

TARANTULA:

Wolf, Wolf, I can't get in.

Fall back! Fall back!

(gasps)

(all scream, grunt)

(groaning)

Whew, girl, look at you

Hop up in that coupe,

check the temperature

-(yawns)

-Hop up in that, hey, hey

Star ..., mosh pit,

they can never stop ...

Got it from the mud,

I ain't have no other option

Watch out for the cops,

here they come

-Gotta go

-(siren wails)

Chain swang, Levi's,

pain behind these eyes

They don't want the...

(inhales sharply)

And I see why...

(sighs) Now, think, think,

think, think, think, think.

You got this. You got this.

What are we doing?

What are we doing?

Now listen...

-The forge!

-The what?

We're gonna throw

the whole thing into the fire.

-It's our last chance.

-You got this, buddy.

Here...

we...

go!

All black on,

got my ski mask

Hundred million ...,

don't they see that?

(grunts)

This not time

for your feedback, ah

All black on,

got my ski mask

All black on

Got my ski mask

Hundred million ...,

don't they see that?



(pants)

(computer chiming quietly)

(sighs)



-(helicopter whirring)

-Huh?

(sirens wailing)

Well, well, well. (chuckles)

Not so tough without your

hot dog truck, are you, Wolf?



-Ooh.

-Wow. -Wow.

PIGTAIL:

This is getting real.

Morning, ladies.

Madam Governor.

Oh, yeah. Foxenstein, right?

Close enough.

What are you doing here?

You know, I'm very hands-on.

Especially when someone tries

to frame my friends.

I know everything.

The MacGuffinite. The magnet.

Hmm. (clicks tongue)

You talked to Marmalade.

Actually, he did

most of the talking.

I'm more of an action girl.

Step aside before anger

becomes punch.

(snorts, yells)

(grunting)

(screams)

(wind whistling)

(chuckles)

(grunting)

You're all under arrest.

Governor's orders.

Ooh, feisty.

-You don't know, do you?

-(chuckles)

You're not governor anymore.

You might want to check

your phone.

Crimson Paw.

-Crimson... What?

-(phone chiming)

No. No, no, no, no, no. But...

How-- H-How?

-(dart g*n fires)

-(gasps)

(breathing heavily)

(Pigtail clicking tongue)

PIGTAIL:

They never expect the dart.

KITTY:

Shall we?

(grunts)

DIANE:

Kitty!

(strains) Kitty.

(breathing heavily)

(wind whistling)

(straining)

A viral video has revealed

that the notorious thief

known as the Crimson Paw was

-none other than Governor

Diane Foxington! -(crowd gasps)

While police search

for the rogue politician,

they have wasted no time

in ordering the speedy release

of sweet, adorable

Professor Marmalade,

unlike the Bad Guys,

whose claim to have "changed"

fooled absolutely no one.

Chief, we were set up

by a g*ng of supercriminals.

They turned the MacGuffinite

into a gold magnet.

-OFFICER: Back in line.

-And they're stealing

that rocket to take it to space.

Yeah, that's what they all say.

Ch-Chief, I know it looks bad,

but if we did this,

why would we help you

solve the case? (grunts)

Why would we tell you

about the MacGuffinite?

And where's the loot?

You know it doesn't add up.

Look, we don't have proof,

but I know, somewhere in that

big, booming heart of yours,

you know we didn't do this.

Chief, please.

How many times

do I have to tell you, Wolf?

It's "Commissioner."

(strains)

(panting)

KITTY:

Ready to fly this thing?

With watch, rocket flies itself.

(computers chiming)

Hey, Jenny. You seeing this?

Uh...

-(siren whoops)

-(officers chattering)

(grumbles)

(engine starts)

(siren wailing)



(sighs)

(sighs)

So much for Piranha Street.

(groans)

-(tires screech)

-(all shout)

-(all groaning)

-TARANTULA: Ow.

(doors open)

Chief?

Okay, let's say,

hypothetically, I believe you--

Which I don't.

But if I did... if I did

and some supercriminal

has a gold magnet,

how would we stop them?

You... you believe us?

(grumbles)

-(chuckling)

-No! No, no, no!

-No! No! (shouts)

-(laughter)

TARANTULA:

I want to give her a hug.

SHARK:

Ooh, I like Chief.

PIRANHA: Ooh, wow, Chief,

is that a new shampoo?

LUGGINS:

Okay, okay.

Please stop with the touching.

I don't get you guys.

You're good, then you're bad,

then you're sort of good,

then really bad.

Ugh, it's hard to keep up!

Yep, yep. That's fair.

(chuckles)

I get it.

We're all over the place.

But you need to get us to that

rocket before it takes off.

Rocket? What-what are you

talking about?

Initiating backwards counting.

COMPUTER VOICE:

Countdown initiated.

JIM: Countdown initiated?

Whoa. What's going on?

-I don't know.

-Well, shut it down, Jenny!

-Shut it down!

-I'm trying, Jim!

-Uh, Mr. Moon?

-(alarm blaring)

Uh, we've got

a slight situation.

The launch isn't

until next wee--

-(engines powering up)

-(alarm blaring in distance)

Well, butter my crumpets.

COMPUTER VOICE:

Five, four...

-MAN: Evacuate!

-(crowd clamoring)

...three, two, one.

(engines booming)



Woo-hoo!

TIFFANY:

The twists just keep coming.

The MoonX rocket seems to have

taken off three days early--

Huh?

What the hairbrush?

(clamoring, screaming)

(laughs):

Yeah!

SNAKE:

Uh-oh.

LUGGINS:

(laughs) Bring it on!

-WOLF: Whoa!

-(Tarantula screams)

(alarms beeping, wailing)

-(screaming)

-(laughs, whoops)

Holy moly.

Are you sure about this?!

Not particularly. No.

Remember, when you come back,

you're under arrest!

You got it... Commissioner.

Go get 'em, guys.

All right, here we go.

First time

for everything, right?

(all screaming)

(rockets booming)

-Run, run, run! Let's go!

-SNAKE: Come on!

Go! Go! Go!

-Let's go, go, go, go, go!

-Guys, come on!

Move, move, move!

-We did it. We did it.

We did it. -PIRANHA: Yeah!

-Woo-hoo!

-SNAKE: We did it!

PIRANHA:

We didn't do it.

Jump!

(grunting)

Pull us up, Snake!

Vinyasa, baby!

Up there! The cargo bay!

(grunting, straining)

Pull!

Come on! Pull! Pull!

Are you kidding me?!

Lefty-loosey, righty-tighty.

Oh, right.

-(alarm beeping)

-What is it?

(alarm stops)

Ah, never mind. Just glitch.

Whoa.



Now, that is a view.

(grunts)

-What is happening?!

-(grunting)

Sir, they're heading to the

Multinational Space Station.

I think they're docking.

(slow, steady beeping)



-(Diane groaning)

-KITTY: Doom, you're with me.

Pigtail, get the MacGuffinite

in place.

(Diane panting)

PIGTAIL:

You got it, Kitty.

(Diane groans)

Yoo-hoo. Anybody home?

(laughs)

Ooh, nice decor.

Very, uh, space-y.

(chuckles)

(teeth chattering)

In hindsight,

that was a little reckless.

Did everybody make it?

Hey, wh-where's Piranha?

Whee!

I can fly! (chuckles)

I just needed to believe

in myself. Ha!

(chuckles):

Whoa.

-Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa.

-(laughter)

Oh, you...

you guys can fly, too?

(laughter)

All right, watch the legs.

Whoa. Guys, check this out.

PIRANHA:

What is she doing?

(muffled buzzing)

They're using

the MoonX Power Cell

to activate the MacGuffinite.

Kind of genius.

Yeah, they're smart,

but there's something

they didn't count on.

I got a plan.

Mm-hmm. Installation complete.

Confirming coordinates.



(whimpers)

Shouldn't we, uh, get

some special training for this?

Just don't-don't look down.

SHARK: Uh, follow-up question:

Which way is down?

WOLF:

Listen up.

This is all about timing.

Webs, Shark, I need you

to hack the external console

while Snake and Piranha pop

the control panel to engage

-the manual override switch.

-You got it.

-And what about Kitty?

-Leave her to me.

We got one shot

to save the world.

Let's make it count.

TARANTULA:

Okay, buddy. You can do this.

-First, clear the root folder.

-Mm-hmm.

Then in system directory, type

-"ENC underscore word equals

word dot encode." -Mm-hmm.

Now "import hashlib."

-Mm-hmm.

-Hit enter.

Then "input underscore path

equals input."

Okay. Cool, cool. Got it.

Okay, so, clear

the root folder, you say.

(Piranha whimpering)

PIRANHA: Okay, come on.

Come on, Piranha.

You're not nervous, right?

'Cause we know what happens

when you're nervous.

(chuckles): Wh-What would I be

nervous about?

(passes gas)

SNAKE:

Oh. Piranha!

-Dude!

-Sorry.

I can taste it. (groans)

("Purple Hat" by Sofi Tukker

playing)

We're in position.

I think it's time

we introduced ourselves.

(whirring)

People, people,

dancing on the people...

(deep electrical rumbling)

People, people...

(phone vibrating)

Everybody...

Huh.

(yelps)

-(phone vibrating)

-(snoring)

Apart from you

-Now that we're dancing

-(high-pitched warbling)

-People

-(gasping)

Dancing people

-Dancing people...

-(crowd cheering)

Oh. (kisses) Thank you.

(crowd murmuring)

Oh. Thank you.

What's going on?

Why am I flying?

(screaming)

-(people gasping)

-(glass shatters)

Holy potatoes.

It's actually working.

Ooh, yeah!

Oh, boy.

-How we doing, Snake?

-Hang on.

Got it!

Like stealing candy and a baby.

Don't you mean

"candy from a baby"?

I know what I said.

WOLF:

How about the air lock?

-(electricity crackles)

-(Shark exclaims)

(Shark breathing shakily)

All right, Webs.

I like your style.

Oh, that one was all Shark.

I panicked.

But it worked out.

I'm a programmer now.

I'm going in. (sighs)

(Snake straining)

(metal clangs)

-What was that?

-Huh?

Oh, that's not good.

(whooshing, clinking)

Uh... (groans)

Snake, buddy, I'm sorry.

What? No, no, no...

(passes gas)

I hate you.

TARANTULA:

Get to the air lock!

Go, go, go!

(Kitty laughing)

Girls, nothing gonna

stop us now.

(Snake breathing heavily)

Snakey Cakes?

Help... me.

(passing gas repeatedly)

Stop farting, you maniac!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Come on.

Turn it off, all right?

You're gonna k*ll them.

I'm sorry.

Whose side are you on?

(chokes)

Kitty, stop! It's just a heist.

It's never just a heist!

-(grunts)

-(coughs)

Secure the air lock. Now.

Whatever you say, boss.



(scoffs) "Turn it off."

Ha! I'm just getting started.

(whirring faster)

(crowd screaming, clamoring)

(tires squealing)

It is total mayhem!

A cataclysmic gold storm is

literally destroying the city!

(screams)

(laughing maniacally)

Oh, yeah.

The gold.

Come to mama.

-WOLF: You know,

I've been thinking. -(gasps)

Wolf?

Doesn't that word sound

kind of made-up?

"Gold."

It's kind of weird, right?

-(growls) -It's weird.

It's weird-- It's a weird word.

Go ahead. S-Say, say, "Gold."

Gold. Gold. Gold.

Anyway, it doesn't matter.

I'm gonna need you

to turn off the magnet.

(smacks lips)

Or I'll just do it for you.

Is that supposed to be funny?

(grunting)

(groans)

(passes gas)

-(Snake groans)

-PIRANHA: Stay with me, papo.

-Stay with me!

-(gasping)

SNAKE: I-I don't want

to die like this.

(groans)

-(passes gas)

-(retches) Oof.

(groaning)

(Piranha whimpering)

Okay, okay.

Come on, Piranha, your friend

is spinning out in space.

You should know what to do.

That's it! The pen!

The pen? Wha...

-Grab the pen! The pen!

Grab the... -(groans)

Oh, no, no, no,

no, no, no, no, no!

Okay, I can do stuff.

I can do stuff.

(grunting)

(grunts fiercely)

(grunts, yells)

Why would you risk your life

to save people who wouldn't even

give you a chance?

(grunting)

At least when you were the Big

Bad Wolf, they respected you.

Oh, that was respect, huh?

That wasn't respect.

That was fear.

Oh, whatever, man.

What's the difference?

Trust me, there's a difference.

Respect is earned.

One day, you'll learn that.

(Kitty growls)

(grunting)

(shouts)

(Kitty grunts)

Honestly, Wolf, what made

you think this would work?

Who says it didn't?

Like you said,

it's not about the action.

It's about the distraction.

(chuckles)

Hey, genius, the watch controls

the shuttle, not the magnet.

You get it. (clicks tongue)

She gets it.

(panels beeping)

(engines powering up)

PIRANHA:

(groans) Got it!

You sure about this?

Trust me, chico.

Tuna power!

(gas whistling)

(yelling)

(gas sputtering)

I got it!

Well done, boys.

Webs, tell me you're ready.

Lining it up, Wolfie.

WOLF:

Nice work, kid.

No.

You want to see

a power move, Kitty?

This is a power move.

(engines whirring)



(laughs)

(whooping)

-(Piranha chuckles)

-(Snake groans)

It's fine. (stammers)

-(gasps) -Huh?

-Hello!

-Need a hand?

-I got you, Snakey Cakes.

SNAKE:

Oh, Sugar Beak.

And you said

you weren't into me.

Why would you believe

anything I say?

KITTY:

No!

How do you expect to get back

to Earth without a shuttle?!

At least there's an Earth

to go back...

You destroyed my beautiful plan!

(growls, grunts fiercely)

(coughing)

-(yells)

-(gasps)

(grunting)

(yells fiercely)

(Kitty groans)

What did I tell you about

messing with my friends?

-Wha-- How did you...

-Wolf, we got-- Oh.



We tried to stop her

from posting...

Ah, wow. What happened

to medium friendly?

(chuckles) Well, good thing I'm

not the governor anymore, huh?

(chuckles)

Ugh, gross.

-'Bout time.

-Guys!

Whoa! Diane.

-What are you doing here?

-(Diane chuckles)

Just happened to be

orbiting the Earth.

Thought I'd drop by.

-Woo-hoo! -Yeah!

-(laughter)

We did it, baby.

I feel the love.

Like, I feel it.

I hear about the famous

Bad Guys all my life.

But now I get it.

-(space station rumbling)

-(alarm blaring)

COMPUTER VOICE:

Alert.

Alert.

Alert.

-It is a massive system failure.

-Alert.

We're falling out of orbit.

(rumbling)

(all grunting)

I think this is it, Wolfie.

TARANTULA:

We're doomed!

One last hug, everybody?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hang on.

(stammers)

Don't talk like that.

Sure, it's-- it looks--

yeah, it's bad.

Yeah, okay. It's bad.

Sure, we're hurtling

towards Earth in a tin can,

staring squarely

into the face of death.

Sure, our blood may boil,

our bones may liquefy,

but if there's one thing

that I know about this crew,

it's that we never,

ever give up.

Because we have something

that's stronger than fear,

stronger than even gravity.

And that's hope.

Yeah, hope.

WOLF:

That's hope.

We're gonna land this thing...

...or we're gonna die tryi--

(church bell tolling

in distance)

(people crying softly)

(bugle playing taps)

LUGGINS:

What those guys,

those brave, beautiful guys

did up there,

saving the world from

a 24-karat catastrophe.

And despite all the rejection

and suspicion,

all the tiny humiliations,

they did it for us.

They didn't do it

for the fame or for the glory.

-They did it for us.

-(crying continues)

They weren't just good guys.

(sobs)

They were my best friends.

And I would give anything

to arrest them

just one more time.

(crying continues loudly)

(sobbing loudly)

This one's for you, Wolfie!

(sobs, sighs)

I, for one, am outraged that

it took an evil space magnet

for people to realize

that the Bad Guys

were worthy of our love

all along.

But it's too late,

because now they're dead.

(crying)

Ironically, the only survivors

were the perpetrators

of the heist,

including the supercriminal

known as the Phantom Bandit,

while a second escape pod

was, tragically, empty.

(sighs)

(laughing)

Did I sell it or did I sell it?

Are you gonna tell us

what this is all about?

Yeah, 'cause I don't feel dead.

And who are the suits?

And why are they wearing

sunglasses inside?

Hmm?

I know. I know it seems

elaborate, but trust me,

it's the best way if you want

to do some serious good.

Gentlemen. Ladies.

You have been identified

as ideal candidates

for a brand-new, ultra-elite

unit of secret operatives

that we're calling

the International

Super-Galactic League

of Protectors:

ISGLOP.

-Huh?

-Sounds kind of made-up.

I-I don't understand.

What-What's happening?

We're offering you a job, son.

You're gonna be secret agents!

Huh?

-Is he serious?

-That can't be right.

Secret agents? Get out of here.

-They're serious? Really?

-That's what I'm talking about!

-SNAKE: Woo-hoo! -Nice.

-PIRANHA: All right.

Hey. Almost forgot

you were there.

As you might have noticed,

change isn't easy.

Some days, it's gonna feel

downright hopeless.

-(laughter)

-But with the right attitude

and the right friends,

the good life

has a way of finding you.

Ready to get to work,

Agent Wolf?

Not bad.

Not bad at all.

(electrical whirring)

(engine starts)

(tires squealing)

Woo-hoo!

("GOODLIFE" by Rag'n'Bone Man

featuring WizTheMc playing)

I feel lucky,

and I feel blessed

The sun is shining,

so take a breath

Of the good life, good life

We heading for the good life

Good li-i-i-ife

Cool breeze blowing away

my cares

'Cause where we're going,

it's in the air

It's the good life,

good life

We heading for the good life

Good li-i-i-ife

Oh, so good,

just the way it should be

Told you that it could be,

told you that we would be

Heading for some new heights

Heading for the high life

Feels like

we just took flight

We on a joyride

Never doubted

we were born for greatness

A life so animated

that nothing can contain it

Leveled up like we knew

all the levels from the start

I hope you feeling

like a star

We're gonna show

the whole world who we are

All those days

we were searching for

Something meaningful,

something more

Like the good life,

good life

We were longing for

the good life

Good li-i-i-ife

I knew we'd get here, never

doubted, never doubted it

If we are in a dream,

then I ain't coming out of it

Speeding through the clouds

So you better hold on,

grip tight

Ready for the spotlight,

we heading for the good life

I feel lucky

And I feel blessed

The sun is shining

So take a breath of

The good life, good life

We heading for the good life

Good li-i-i-ife

The sun is out, so am I

Let's get our wings

on to fly

I feel the magic around

Nobody stopping us now

With you here by my side

I can feel

where we can glide

So much higher than the sky

Oh, oh

We heading for

The good life, yeah

We heading for

The good life

Uh-uh

We heading for

The good life

We heading for

The good life

Good life, good life

Get ready for the good life

Good life

We heading for the good life

Uh-uh, we heading

for the good life

It's the good, it's the good

It's the good life

Good life, good life

Get ready for the good life,

good life

We heading for the good life,

good life

Get ready for the good life

Good li-i-i-ife

Good life

-Good life, good life...

-(song fades)

(Marmalade screaming)

(screaming continues)

(laughing maniacally)

(sighs):

Ah.

I love it

when a plan comes together.

And now time to go home.

(whirring)

(laughing maniacally)

("Taking Everything"

by Busta Rhymes playing)

You ain't courageous enough

-Most of you probably fold

-Yeah

You ain't willing

to the face the challenge

-Acquire the gold

-Yeah

We only here to just retrieve

what you probably stole

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You see, steel sharpen steel

-When it's time for the go

-Yeah

We here to create

such a ruckus

-We all on a roll

-Yeah

Stare every challenge

in the eye

We don't play with the soul

No matter what you was told,

every rat find a hole

See, it don't matter

what you thought

Yeah, yeah, yeah

We taking everything

you want

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Now don't forget it,

better know we come to get it

And we with it

and there's nothing better

I hope you know

to play it smart

See all the greatness

when we come

-When the story is told

-Yeah

Can't put a timeline

on greatness

-It never gets old

-Yeah

Come get the scope

when we hot and you not

And we pull up

and we come in

Taking everything

you got, ugh

See, it don't matter

what you thought

Yeah, yeah, yeah

We taking everything

you want

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Now don't forget it, better

know we come to get it

And we with it

and there's nothing better

I hope you know

to play it smart

No matter what you thought,

you better believe

-We coming

-Yeah

And if you thought

that we was playing

-Let me show you something

-Yeah

So then we jump and we swoop

And we dodge every b*llet

It don't matter

when they pull up

And they try to pull it

(echoing):

Pull it

Better know we on the clock

-And it's time to go

-Yeah

Everything is tactical

-Now enjoy the show

-Yeah

Then we skip and we bounce

And we hop

out of every situation

Best believe

that it's time to blow

See, it don't matter

what you thought

Yeah, yeah, yeah

We taking everything

you want

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Now don't forget it,

better know we come to get it

And we with it

and there's nothing better

I hope you know

to play it smart

(echoing):

Smart

You know the heat melt

Better wear your seat belt

and strap up

You know we get

a little crazy

Every single time we act up

I know the way you see us

doing it to 'em

I think you really,

really need to shack up

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

It don't matter every single

time they really try

To trap us, and they come

from every corner

And they really try

to catch us, we're completing

Every mission no matter how

they attack us, and the fact

Is that we back and that

we never, never slack up

Better get up out the way

because we come and then

We pack up, and we taking

everything you want

You know you better back up

(echoing):

Let's go.

(song ends)

(music ends)

Well, bye...!

(elevator bell dings)