What if instead of saving an old lady, Mr. Wolf meets a baby that makes him want to go good.
Never have there been 5 friends as infamous as The Bad Guys: Mr. Wolf, Mr. Snake, Mrs. Tarantula, Mr. Shark, and Mr. Piranha. But when the gang is finally...
"So here's the plan: Just like that every year, the ceremony will be held at the Museum of Fine Arts."
The plan was set. They would infiltrate the fancy—pants event at the Museum of Fine Arts, During the festivities, they'd sneak back-stage using Webs's clever hacking skills. Wolf finished explaining the plan for the gang. Robot Masters and a few members of the JL would be there.
"Where the Golden Dolphin will be positioned just beyond the backstage curtain protected by meta-damnpers." Wolf said.
"Pssh," Piranha said, waving a fin. "Sounds easy."y
"Sounds easy, hermano," Wolf agreed. "But to get there, we need to bypass three levels of security. So. Step One: We'll need to blend in."
The Bad Guys all got to work finding their costumes for the night By the time the party rolled around, they were all set.
Wolf had chosen a snazzy suit, along with a dapper fedora, silk tie, fake mustache, and tinted glasses. He had mastered the part of fancy movie star, using George Clooney as his muse and guide.
Shark, meanwhile, had gone the opposite direction, cramming his body into a gorgeous gown that was stretched to the limit by Shark's massive, muscular form.
Perched atop Shark's head, Tarantula had fashioned her long limbs into the shape of a butterfly fascinator hat.
Snake went old-school, complete with a classic suit, handlebar mustache, monocle, top hat, and a pair of fake arms to help fill out the look.
Piranha squeezed into a kid-size coat and tails, looking handsome and a bit childish--but it did the trick.
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Every one of them wore a pair of sunglasses to complete the look and to help hide their true identities from anyone who decided to look a little more closely at the characters under the costumes.
When they arrived at the museum, the Bad Guys had just begun to climb the steps when a stretch limo pulled up at the bottom of the stairs. Many of the guests turned to watch as Professor Marmalade, the eccentric and good-natured do-gooder who would be honored that night, popped out of the limo and began his own march up the stairs to the party. Paparazzi flooded in around the little guinea pig, eager to snap shots of the evening's featured guest.
"Professor Marmalade.." Wolf muttered, rolling his eyes.
"This year's recipient of the Golden Dolphin and the most annoying good creature on the planet." He said.
Marmalade waved to his crowds of adoring fans, then stepped up to talk with Tiffany Fluffit, the eager news reporter who'd been assigned to the night's festivities.
"Protessor," Tiffany started. "In the past year, you've stopped wars, fed the hungry, and saved countless pandas."
The reporter took a deep breath and flashed a huge smile at the nodding professor.
