After the Bad Guys escaped the entire police force, we now cut to the Komodo Dragon driving down the street in his six wheeled gladiator jeep, and he's listening to music from his phone through the radio. He's not the only one listening, because he has a small passenger with him.

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(Play music)

(0:00 - 1:25)

"You tell 'em!
You tell 'em I'm comin'!
And hell's comin' with me!"

"Give me a gun, give me a drink
Pour it on top and get out of the way
You won't lick a stick of dynamite and I'm about to blow you away
Pick yourself up, clean yourself off
Better learn to take a punch if you're gonna talk tough
Here's a shovel and a plot, it's a six foot deep kinda day
You can dig your own damn grave."

"I ain't tryna fight, but I ain't duckin' either
I got fuckin' ether, armed with Desert Eagl
Lost what I love 'cause the world is so evil
So I don't mind shootin' slugs at you fuckin' people
Got a six shooter, like I was back in tombstone
And I ain't gonna die tonight, but you're gonna have a funeral
Dressed in all black, flowers on the Cadillac
Biggie said it best, death ain't no comin' back
And Doc Holliday said, "You ain't no daisy"
All these rappers act tough, but no one is crazy
I know real trouble, outlaws like Struggle
Stand up dudes kill you like fuck 'em
Play with the hustle, get cut with the shuffle
Put you in the bag, I ain't talkin' 'bout a duffle
I'm not one to play with, I'll leave you open
Standin' in the middle of the street barrel smokin' like-"

(Pause music)

Drago paused his music as soon as his vehicle began to approach a cafe with a group of cops sitting outside. One of them he recognized as the chief of police.

"Hmm. You thinking what I'm thinking?" He asked his passenger.

His passenger agreed with him.

He pulled over next to the sidewalk, and rolled down his window.

"Hey, excuse me?" Drago called out.

As soon as the cops got a good look at him, they immediately became tense, and on guard.

"I'd like to speak to the chief about something." Drago said.

The chief took a sip of her coffee before getting up from her chair to walk over to the passenger window.

"Alright, what do you need, sir?" The Chief asked, acting professional despite her earlier frustration of the Bad Guy's escape.

"Well, I'd like you to confirm something for me. I heard that this professor Marmalade guy is supposed to be attending a special event tomorrow night. Is that true?" Drago asked.

"Oh yeah, practically almost everyone in the city has heard the news. He's supposed to be given the golden dolphin for all of the good he's done." Chief Luggins explains.

"Hmm. I see. So what's this I hear about these 'Bad Guys' pulling off another heist?" Drago asked.

"Oh, don't get me started on them! Just earlier today they robbed a bank, and led an entire high speed chase! Which of course has led to our entire police force ending up in a pile up!" The chief practically seethed in anger.

"Yeah, according to the radio that sounds about right." Drago says.

"Anyways, where's this event being held at?" Drago asked.

"At the Grand Gala. Why do you ask?" Chief Luggins answered, then asked.

"So I can decide whether to show up in a black suit or not." Drago answered. Though he had a different black suit in mind.

"Oh. Well, it is a formal event. So I'd probably recommend a suit." The Chief of police suggested.

"Alright, then. Thanks, officer." Drago said, ready to leave.

"Hold on a minute." Chief Luggins said.

"Hm?"

"What's that in your vest pocket?" She asked, pointing at the noticeable bulge on his vests right pocket.

That's when a tiny badger with a snake for a tail crawled out, and sat on the Komodo's shoulder.

"Oh, this is my little buddy, Dice. He hides in my vest pockets sometimes." Drago explained.

"Uh huh. Am I crazy or does he have a snake for a tail?" Luggins asked, noticing the odd feature on the small animal.

"He does. He's a rescue badger. Sons-a-bitches were experimenting on him until he escaped, and he found me. Long story short, the people responsible are serving time, and I got myself a little buddy." Drago explained to her, even though it wasn't true.

"Oh. Well then, be sure you keep an eye on him, and look out for the Bad Guys. If you see them, be sure to alert the authorities." Luggins said.

"Can do, Chief." Drago says with a two fingered salute.

He rolled up his window, and drove away.

"Tomorrow night. That's enough time to get prepared." Drago said to himself.

His small badger friend chittered something to him, and he seems to understand what's being said.

"Sorry, Dice. I gotta go solo on this one. Can't spoil all the surprises yet." Drago said to Dice.

He then unpauses his music as he drives down the street.

(Resume music)

(1:26 - 3:07)

"Give me a gun, give me a drink
Pour it on top and get out of the way
You won't lick a stick of dynamite and I'm about to blow you away
Pick yourself up, clean yourself off
Better learn to take a punch if you're gonna talk tough
Here's a shovel and a plot, it's a six foot deep kinda day
You can dig your own damn grave."

Drago made a pit stop at a convenience store, and people immediately became scared of him. He didn't care.

As he went browsing for something to buy, he passes by a magazine that says "Killer Dinosaur in Oregon" which depicts a theropod dinosaur with long finger claws, and another magazine that says "White Lizard Monster Sighted" with a blurred photo of a humanoid white lizard of some kind.

While browsing, he hears someone trying to rob the store. He peaks from the aisle, and sees a guy in a ski mask pointing a gun at the clerk, demanding that he hands over whatever is in the register.

Drago quietly slinks away.

While the clerk is fearfully opening the cash register, the robber fails to see someone sneaking up behind him.

"Just wanna let you know that you're sittin' in my chair
Last album was The Throne, this is War bitch I dare
You just skinned that smoke wagon, see what happens if you do
Blowin' smoke, actin' cool, 'til I smack you out your boots (out your boots)
Put you out your misery, say when
Read your eulogy, close your casket, amen
If you wanna do dirt, better know how to dig it
And I might die too, but you're dyin' first, get it
Carve your name on a stone, couple dates, RIP
Tell the devil that I'm bringin' hell with me when I see him
I got two guns on me and that's all I need
You gon' do somethin' about it or just stand there and bleed
Damn right you're scared, I can see it in your eyes
Too slow on the draw, that's the reason that he died
So you better think again if you thought you were safe
'Cause you're lookin' like somebody just walked over your grave"

Suddenly, a big scaly hand grabs onto the robber's head, and another grabs the hand holding the gun. The robber's head is slammed onto the counter repeatedly while the other hand his being held away from the clerk.

The robber's nose is broken, and bleeding. Then his hand gets twisted until he lets go of the gun.

But his attacker wasn't done yet.

His attacker pulls him arm back, and slams a fist onto his elbow. He screamed in pain knowing his elbow is broken, and bending backwards.

Then, his head is slammed hard onto the counter one final time, and went limp from being knocked out.

His attacker growls in agitation at the now unconscious robber.

His attacker, is Drago.

"Punk ass." He growls.

He looks up to face the still terrified clerk with a still agitated, yet blank neutral stare.

Without a word, he goes back to what he was doing, and comes back to the counter with a couple of drinks, as well as some beef jerky with a copy of two magazines he walked by.

Once the clerk rings him up, Drago finally speaks to him.

"I'd recommend that you call the cops on this guy... and an ambulance." He says calmly with a stoic tone.

"W-Will do, sir." The clerk stuttered fearfully.

After his stuff got paid, Drago left the convenience store, and put the stuff in the passenger seat of the jeep. He gets in the driver's seat, where Dice is waiting, and drives off once again.

"Give me a gun, give me a drink
Pour it on top and get out of the way
You won't lick a stick of dynamite and I'm about to blow you away
Pick yourself up, clean yourself off
Better learn to take a punch if you're gonna talk tough
Here's a shovel and a plot, it's a six foot deep kinda day
You can dig your own damn grave."

Drago then drives to a hotel, and gets out the jeep once he's parked.

The scene then cuts to him with multiple notes, and pictures on the wall with red strings leading to each other.

He then hangs a picture of the guinea pig he's after... Marmalade. Then he narrows his eyes before drawing a red circle on the picture of the innocent rodent.

(End of music)

...

The scene then switches to the Bad Guys driving through an aqueduct before driving to a car lift where the doors open for them automatically, and closing after they enter.

They wait on top of the car as they go up. Piranha can be seen eating a taquito. Where he got it is anyones guess.

Once they reached their hideout, the doors opened to reveal a massive room that revealed all of the stolen money, gold, jewels, and priceless artifacts they've stolen over the years.

Wolf clears off a table that had the Mona Lisa on it, and sets the birthday cake on it with lit candles.

"Alright, Piranha. You're up." Wolf says, despite the grouchy mood of his serpentine friend.

"Oooooooooooooooh, happy bir-" Piranha begins to sing, but Snake blew out the candles before he finished the first line.

*Foosh*

"Wha-?" Piranha said, dumbfounded.

"Seriously?" Tarantula exclaimed.

"Snake, c'mon. At least make a toast." Wolf said, grabbing a fancy looking goblet or wine glass.

The point is, it's a fancy drinking glass.

With that said, everyone else agreed, and egged Snake on to give one.

"Ok ok, alright, a toast! Fine!" Snake gives in, and grabs a glass like everyone else.

"I made a lot of enemies in my time, and I mean a lot. But out of all the people in the world... I hate you guys the least." Snake says.

"Aww." Tarantula says.

"That was actually kinda beautiful." Piranha said, feeling touched.

"You're a poet, man." Shark complimented.

"To Mr. Snake, and his strange dislike of birthdays." Mr. Wolf says, raising his glass.

The rest of the Bad Guys cheered, and clinked their glasses together.

"Everyone say 'robbery!'" Wolf says, holding up a camera to take a picture.

"Robbery!" They all say, besides Snake. Still baring a grumpy expression.

After taking the picture, the photo comes out, and Wolf grabs it.

"Look at those dimples. Happy birthday, buddy." Wolf says.

"Now, dig in, fellas." Snake says, grabbing the photo.

"YES! Ahaha!" Piranha exclaimed, and began eating the cake like a maniac.

"Piranha!" Tarantula exclaims.

"That is so gross." She continues.

"That was my lunch!" Shark exclaims.

"You snooze, you lose!" Piranha declares.

Webs laughed at his expense.

Snake then goes over to the fridge, and places the photo with a bunch of other photos they took together. He then opens the freezer part of the fridge, and pulls out an orange flavored push-pop.

"Nice." He whispered to himself.

However, Shark noticed before he could eat it.

"Ooh, wow. I forgot we had those push-pops. Man, my tummy is rumbling like a kraken right now!" Shark said.

"Yeah. You want it?" Snake asked.

"You know he's not gonna give it to you." Tarantula pointed out.

"No, I believe deep down that, Snake, is a kind generous soul." Shark stated.

"... Why?" Webs asked, not understanding why her friend thinks so.

"Here. Take it." Snake says with a smile.

"Oh yeah! Pop me, please!" Shark says, opening his mouth.

However, just as soon as the push-pop touches Shark's tongue, Snake tosses it in the air, and swallows it.

"Ha! Sucker!" Snake taunts.

"C'mon man! Now you're gonna make me get all aggressive!" Shark said, before lunging at Snake.

As he tackles him, Webs, and Piranha joined in on the fight as Wolf walks away from it casually.

"Animals." He comments.

"Spit it out! Spit! It! Out!" Shark demands.

"Never!" Snake declares.

Wolf then sits on the couch, and grabs a remote for the TV.

"Let's see what they're saying about us today." Wolf says, turning on the TV.

"What up? It's Tiffany Fluffit, Channel 6 Action News. The Bad Guys have struck again-." Says the reporter known as Tiffany Fluffit.

"Guys, guys, stop it. We're on TV." Wolf calls out to his friends, making them cease their squabble as they froze in place before immediately heading to the couch.

"- Proving once more that they are the most diabolical criminals of our time." Tiffany says.

"Ooh, "diabolical." That's new." Tarantula pointed out.

"Know what that sounds like? A cologne. Diaboooooolical~" Shark says the word in a dramatic way like you would hear in a cologne commercial.

"To address this heinous crime spree is the newly elected governor, Diane Foxington." Tiffany continues.

On the TV it shows a female anthropomorphic fox woman in a power suit standing behind a podium.

"Okay. Yeah. I hear you. I hear you." Diane says, getting the attention of the reporters on the scene.

"Listen, listen. We all know how dastardly the Bad Guys are." Diane says, getting the reporters to quiet down as she speaks.

"You bet we are." Wolf says.

"But more than anything... I feel sorry for them." Diane says with a chuckle.

"What?" Wolf questions in disbelief.

"These so-called Bad Guys are really just second-rate has-beens. Behind their amateurish antics, and, frankly, unoriginal capers. I mean, really, another bank? Is nothing but a deep well of anger..." Diane explains as she insults them.

"I ain't angry! You're angry!" Piranha says angrily.

"Denial..."

"Not true." Webs denies.

"And self-loathing."

"The only one I self-loathe is you." Snake says agitated.

"And those are holes that no amount of cash or priceless art can ever fill." Diane explains.

"What's on the food network?" Snake asks.

"So, can we just forget about-" Diane continues.

"Who-who is she to judge us?" Wolf asks, feeling agitated from being insulted like that.

"- And focus on more positive things?" Diane continues, and Wolf growls angrily.

"And what could be more positive than the Annual Good Samaritan Awards, where tomorrow night I will present the Golden Dolphin, to this year's goodest citizen?" Diane says.

"Miss, Foxington? What about the rumors of a vigilante in the city?" A reporter asked.

"I'm sorry, a what?" Diane asked.

"There's rumors of a green wingless dragon with a bow and arrow fighting crooks under the cover of darkness. They first appeared a couple of nights ago when they saved a couple from some muggers." The same reporter explained.

"Um, well, honestly... this is the first I've heard about this, so I wouldn't know what to think about it. Any other questions?" Diane asks after giving an honest opinion about it.

"I can't believe I voted for her." Webs says in annoyance.

"You voted for her?" Piranha asks in disbelief.

"What? She's good on climate change." Webs defended.

Snake then noticed his canine friend giving a mischievous smirk as he thought of something crazy.

"Wait. What's going on? You've got that twinkle in your eye." Snake points out.

"Guys, who's up for another job? A big one." Wolf asks.

To be continued...

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I don't own the song or lyrics to Tombstone, they belong to Adam Calhoun.