Creek: Thank you. Thank you, Mr. Coyote. As you know, the money raised tonight will be delivered tomorrow to schools, hospitals and other worthy causes across the city.

Wile: Uh... (clears throat) I just want to take a moment to recognize the one responsible for our new outlook. Our brilliant mentor, a paragon of enlightenment... the one and only Professor... uh, Professor... um... Professor Creek! MacArthur, may I do the honors?

Taz: That's not the plan.

Lola: What is happening?

Daffy: He's gone rogue.

Sally: A deal's a deal. By the power vested in me, it is a pleasure to grant the Bad Guys a full par...

Wile: That was weird.

MAN: The meteorite is gone! Somebody stole it!

Wile: MacArthur.

MacArthur: Coyote. (growls)

Wile: Come on. You can't possibly think that we did this.

Wile: (over speakers) So long, suckers!

Sylvester: Run!

MacArthur: Get them!

Wile: Uh... (chuckles) Here. Here.

Sally: What are you doing?

Wile: I'm giving it all back. Excuse me.

Sylvester: What happened back there?

Wile: I couldn't do it.

Sylvester: What do you mean, you couldn't do it?

Wile: I-I-I just... I...

Taz: No! I do not run.

OFFICERS: Hut, hut, hut...

Taz: That is not how I roll.

Wile: Taz, don't do anything crazy.

Taz: (laughing) Crazy is what I bring to the party, chico.

Wile: Hey, you're making a mistake. We didn't do it. I know we always say that, but this time it's actually true.

MacArthur: A-la-la-la-la. Can't hear you. Guilty, guilty, guilty.

Wile: Talk to Creek. We're really good now. He'll tell you. Professor!

Jen: Tonight's headline: Change is impossible. You should always judge a book by its cover, and all stereotypes have been affirmed.

Creek: Stop, for goodness' sake! Let me speak to them. I'm-I'm sure there's been some misunderstanding.

Wile: Ah, Professor Creek.

MacArthur: You've got five minutes. No deals this time.

Wile: Y-You have to help us. Tell 'em. Tell 'em we didn't do it.

Creek: There, there. Of course you didn't do it. How could you? After all, you're such a good boy.

Flashback

Granny: You're such a good boy.

Creek: That shiver up my spine.

MacArthur: Arrest them!

Creek: What if we tried a little experiment, Sally? As you know, my Gala for Goodness...

Jen: Where the legendary Love Crater Meteorite will be on display for the first time ever.

Creek: All eyes will be on you tonight, not me.

Granny: You're such a...

Creek: Good boy.

Flashback ends

Wile: You. It was all you.

Lola: What are you talking about, Wile?

Wile: The old lady, the Golden Dolphin, good training... it was all to get us here, so he could steal the meteorite and let us take the fall.

Sylvester: Whoa. Whoa, what old lady? And-and why would a troll want a meteorite anyway?

Creek: (chuckling)

Daffy: Uh, guys, he's creeping me out.

Taz: Wait, what? What's going on? Someone turn me around.

Creek: Well, well. So, you finally get it.

All: Wait. What?

Daffy: You stole the meteorite?

Creek: Oh, it's not just a meteorite.

Taz: I told you guys it's a butt.

Creek: It's not a butt! (takes deep breath) It's the ultimate power source. You see, when it struck, scientists found that it emitted an electromagnetic frequency unlike anything else on Earth. I'm going to harness its power to pull off the greatest heist the world has ever seen.

Lola: (To Sylvester) You should've eaten him when you had the chance.

Sylvester: Yep.

Wile: But why us?

Creek: Because you're the perfect patsies. Come on, when people look up "bad" in the dictionary, do they see a sweet, adorable troll? No. They see you. And they always will.

Sylvester: Okay, fine. But you set us up.

Creek: (chuckling) Oh, pish-pish. Let's be honest... evolution set you up. But Coyote here really clinched it. You fell for every one of my traps, starting with saving a helpless little old lady.

Sylvester: Wile, what's he talking about?

Creek: Whoops. Did I say too much? Anyhoo, looks like, yet again, the Big Bad Coyote got outsmarted by a little troll.

Wile: You little whisperer no-good troll!!!! I'LL KILL YOU!!!! DO YOU HEAR ME?!?!?!?! YOU'RE DEAD!!!! YOU'RE DE...

Creek: Help! Help! Help! The Big Bad Coyote is attacking me.

MacArthur: Oh, now you are done forever, Coyote!

Jen: Professor, Professor, any thoughts on how the Bad Guys managed to steal the meteorite in plain sight?

Creek: Well, off the top of my head, perhaps they accessed the site previously and set up an intricate system of tunnels and trapdoors...

Jen: Uh-huh.

Creek: ...that could be remotely triggered to suck the meteorite down into a holding area, but how should I know?

Jen: Totally.

Creek: I mean, they're the deranged masterminds, not me.