Scene opens on Tarantula, Piranha, Shark, and Snake despondently taking the elevator down to your gang's lair, still wearing their prison jumpsuits. They gasp in horror upon seeing it's been rendered bare.
Mr. Piranha: No! All our stuff?!
They begin scurrying around, trying to find their stolen loot.
Mr. Snake: Where is everything?!
Mr. Piranha: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Ms. Tarantula: Where's my things?!
Mr. Snake: Wolf and Sean gave away all our loot! We stole it fair and square.
Mr. Piranha: Now I understand what it feels like to have things stolen from you. (shuddering breaths) I don't like it! I really don't like it! (whimpers)
Snake looks at the fridge and sees the various group pictures you've taken over the years. He growls in rage and pulls the fridge open, revealing one last push pop, while Shark cries.
Mr. Shark: We got no food. We got no money. We got no money we could use to buy food. No food we can sell for money. (sobs loudly)
Snake: (slithering over) Okay, okay, here. (overs push pop) Take it. Now stop crying, buddy.
Shark: *Sucks on Push pop*
Ms. Tarantula: (on Shark's shoulder) Uh.... Snake? What did you just do?
Mr. Snake: What? My friend was sad. I was just cheering him up.
Mr. Shark: You... you did a good thing. For me.
Mr. Snake: Don't be ridiculous. I just put your needs before my own.
Ms. Tarantula: Yeah. You're being good.
Mr. Snake: I'm not. I was simply making a sacrifice so Shark could be happy.
Ms. Tarantula: That is the actual definition of being good!
Mr. Shark: Snake. You. The worst one of us. The most selfish-
Ms. Tarantula: Spiteful-
Mr. Shark: Terrible-
Mr. Piranha: Sneaky-
Ms. Tarantula: Dishonest-
Mr. Shark: Insensitive-
Ms. Tarantula: Manipulative-
Mr. Shark: Snakelike-
Mr. Piranha: Stinky-
Snake looks one unamused.
Mr. Snake: And your point is?
Ms. Tarantula: I think Sean and Wolf were right. Maybe we can be more than just scary villains.
Tarantula, Shark, and Piranha start wagging, much to their astonishment.
Ms. Tarantula: Is this- Is this wagging?! We're-we're wagging.
Snake looks at his own wagging tail before forcing it down.
Mr. Snake: No, no, no! I don't care what those two furry has-beens say! We'll always be BAD GUYS!
He slams the fridge closed, knocking several of the photos off, before slithering into the elevator.
Cut to downtown.
The mind-controlled Guinea Pigs scurry throughout the streets, chasing after the money trucks delivering the charity funds.
Professor Marmalade: (evil laugh) Faster! Faster, my little pigs!
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