Sally: Once we steal the meteorite, we take it straight to the police.

Wile: And all will be forgiven.

Sally: I don't know about "all," but it's a start.

Wile: That's strange. Why would Creek leave the Golden Dolphin unprotected?

Sally: Because maybe it's a trap.

Wile: Or maybe...

Sally: Wait, wait, wait!

Wile: (groans) Yeah, it was a trap.

Creek: Well, well, well. If it isn't my prized pupil. And you've brought along the governor. Or should I say... the Crimson Paw?

Sally: (gasps, grunts)

Creek: Mm, what an ingenious way to disguise a Zumpango diamond, hiding it in plain sight.

Wile: You got to be kidding me.

Sally: What? I'm sentimental.

Creek: You always did have panache. And yet, you still fell right into my trap.

Wile: But how did you know we'd even be here?

Creek: Oh, I got a little tip from a friend.

Sylvester: Hey, buddy. How's it hanging?

Wile: Sylvester.

Sylvester: (chuckles) What can I say? We just clicked.

Wile: Oh, yeah? How's it feel to be working for your favorite food?

Sylvester: Ah, you're just jealous to be missing out on the heist of the century. It's got everything: betrayal, a meteor, mind control. Can I try it on?

Creek: Of course, partner.

Sylvester: Nice. All the crime with none of the exercise.

Wile: What about all that "flower of goodness" talk? Was it all just a lie?

Creek: Uh, pretty much, yeah. You see, I never cared about what's "good." Only what's good for me. Like, say, a billion dollars. Ooh, I just got a tingle. (laughs)

Sylvester: (laughs) Go bad...

Creek: Or go home. Cuddles, finish them.

Sally: (yelps) Poison gas. Don't breathe it in.

Wile: (sniffs) Wait a second. That's not poison gas.

Taz: Sorry! Surprise! (laughs)

Wile: What? Ah, guys. I can't believe it's you.

Lola: You were right, Wile.

Daffy: We felt the wag, man.

Taz: And the tingle.

Wile: It's good, right?

Sally: (chuckles) This is super moving, but can we do this later?

Daffy: Feels like I got a rhythm section in my fin. (beatboxing)

Sally: Ugh. Come on. Spinning blades!

Daffy: Oh, yeah. Right.

Lola: Sorry. I got it.

Wile: Guys... Am I happy to see you. (sighs) Now it's time to huff and puff and blow this little troll's heist down.

Lola: Game over, troll.

Creek: With this meteorite, we will be able to commit crimes people have only dreamed about.

Sylvester: Not bad for a butt rock.

Creek: Once again, it's not a... (gasps)

Wile: Don't mind us. Just robbing this place. (chuckles)

Creek: No, no, no!

Wile: Here, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty.

Oliver: (meows)

Sally: Now to get this thing to MacArthur and clear your names.

Wile: Weird. Usually, we drive away from the police.

Taz: Hey, chico, are you sure we stopped the heist?

Sally: Relax. Creek can't control them if he doesn't have the meteorite.

Taz: So, who's driving those trucks?

Sally: The meteorite.

Wile: It's still transmitting.

Daffy: Uh-oh.

Wile: The charity money. Change of plan, guys. Lola, is there some way to override the truck's navigation system?

Lola: Uh, we'd need some kind of magnetized cross-circuit interceptor.

Sally: You mean this?

Daffy: Ooh! She just keeps getting cooler!