Julie Smith is a raccoon child and the daughter of Terrance Smith, a wealthy business man. Despite her seemingly luxurious life, her father neglects her severely, seeing her as nothing but a waste of money. However, one night, she is kidnapped by no...
Wolf:So here's the plan. Like every year, the ceremony will be held at the Museum of Fine Arts, where the Golden Dolphin will be positioned just beyond the backstage curtain.
Piranha:Sounds easy, hermano.
Wolf:But to get there, we'll need to bypass three levels of security. So, step one: We'll need to blend in. Once inside, there are two armored doors. The first can only be opened by a special key card that is carried by our dear friend, the chief of police. The second is outfitted with a retinal scanner and guarded by an elite special ops unit trained to strike first and ask questions later. Governor Foxington is the only one who has clearance to open the second door. Once we're in, it's on to step three:We split up and we take our positions.
Later that night, they all showed up in their disguises. Snake and Piranha were fancy suits and fake mustaches, Shark was in a dress, Tarantula was pretending to be a piece in Shark's hat, Wolf was in a fancy white suit, and Julie was were a small button white shirt, a black vest, black dress pants, sunglasses, and a purple bow tie. Soon, Marmalade showed up in his limo.
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Tiffany:Professor Marmalade, this year's recipient of the Golden Dolphin, the most annoying good creature on the planet. Professor, in the past year, you've stopped wars, fed the hungry and saved countless pandas. Some have described your goodness as second only to Mother Teresa.
Marmalade:Oh, Tiffany, it's not a competition. And if it were, it would really be more of a tie. But we can all agree that there is a flower of goodness inside all of us, just waiting to blossom.
Julie:Ugh, his kindness makes me want puke.
Snake:Ditto.
Julie went with Wolf to talk to Diane Foxington.
Diane:Enjoy your evening, Mr. Ambassador.
Ambassador:Thank you, ma'am.
Wolf:Interesting piece.
Julie:Yeah. Trashy, pointless and pretentious.
Diane:Hmm. They say that art reveals more about the viewer than the artist.
Wolf chuckled.
Diane:Mr-
Wolf:Poodleton. Oliver Poodleton.
Wolf kissed her hand, while also sneakily stealing the ring she had on her finger.
Diane: Uh... okay. And who's your little friend here?
Diane squatted to Julie's level.
Just a friend's daughter. Since they could come to the ceremony, they thought she'd enjoy it. They had me take her.
Wolf:It's about time someone stood up to those diabolical Bad Guys. Though, I've got to say, no one's succeeded yet.
