It's Christmas and we all know that means ... time for the heist of the year!
They may be Bad Guys, but they are working on a plan to get all the goods this season Get ready for A Very Bad Holiday special in this new novelization. As the bad guys te...
Back at the radio station, nothing was going according to plan, either.
Though Shark had been certain his costume was spot-on, it didn't seem to be quite enough to distract Trudy so that Shark could execute his planned mission--to push that button.
Trudy Tude chased Shark around the DI booth as he tried and failed, again and again, to complete his part of the plan.
The DJ swung at him with a mic stand, but Shark was ready-he used his cane to swing back.
Unfortunately, Trudy Tude's aim was so good that she managed to knock loose Shark's hat ruining his disguise.
Now he was just a shark with sideburns, swinging a cane.
With a gasp, Trudy Tude shouted, "Get ready to sign off.'cause I've been itchin' for a fight and you look a lot like that shark from the gang who took down Big Nick!"
"Did she hurt you?" Princess gasped when she turns to shark.
"Well" shark looked nervous.
Shark gestured to himself and said, "Me? No! I'm Scrooge. See? Muttonchops?"
Trudy Tude swung again, and this time her hit landed.
She sent Shark rolling across the soundboard, and his big body pounded all the buttons as he rolled. Including a big, important-looking button with an antenna icon on it.
Up on the roof, Webs studied the computer she'd been working on to hack into the radio station.
She frowned in confusion. "Shark," she said into her communication device. "Why did you cut the station's feed?"
"I didn't!" Shark wailed back into his communications unit.
He dodged and weaved as Trudy came after him again and again.
He was too big to hide, so he was stuck taking the full brunt of her attack. "Well, I did, but she made me!"
Webs launched into superfast hack mode, trying to quickly figure out how to undo the damage Shark had done with the press of that antenna button. "The police channel is full of chatter about the station cutting out,"
Webs said hurriedly. "You've got to fill the dead air before they figure out what we're doing up here!"
"So what did you do?" Princess asked.
"It's not what we did, it's what piranha did" webs points to piranha.
"So what did piranha do" she asked.
Shark grinned and said, "Truly nothing I would love more, and I do have material prepared ..?
Then he ducked as Trudy Tude swung again. "But I kinda have my hands full here."
Piranha tapped Webs and said, "Patch me in, Webs?"
Webs's eight legs kept tap-tapping even as she turned to look at her pal in confusion. "You? I mean-" She shook her head, entirely convinced this was not the right plan. "You?"
Piranha gritted his teeth. "Patch. Me. In." He shot her a steely nod, waiting for his cue.
With a shrug, Webs hacked quickly into the radio station's feed and nodded at Piranha.
On Webs's cue, Piranha broke into a spirited holiday song. He crooned and swayed, loving his moment in the spotlight.
"Piranha does what he does best" wolf says, "sing"
Throughout the city, people quickly began to notice the jolly voice that was ringing out over the airwaves.
The shaved-ice vendor stopped scooping for a moment and turned up his radio.
People walking by slowed, then stopped, listening as Piranha's voice floated over the city.
Even Tiffany Fluffit, the chirpy but hardened news reporter, was wowed by Piranha's voice.
From the site of the burnt-Santa-balloon building, Tiffany paused her reporting to listen in.
Nearby, a tree full of holiday lights that had been off since the terrible balloon incident suddenly blared back on.
The whole city instantly felt more festive than it had at any point since those peaceful moments before Santa went up in flames.
Piranha was really into his song now. And the emotion in his voice was obvious to everyone listening.
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A shop owner stepped out of his front door to rehangs wreath he'd chucked into the trash that morning after the parade.
Inside the radio station, Shark and Trudy Tude had found their peace, too, and were now swaying together to the rhythm of Piranha's festive beat.
"Thanks to Piranha's song, the spirit of Christmas was returning to the whole city. Slowly but surely, this part of the plan was finally working! Piranha won people with his singing"
