Wile: All right, Taz, you're up.

Taz: ♪ Oh... ♪
♪ Happy bir... ♪

Sylvester: (blows)

Lola: Seriously?

Wile: Sylvester, come on. At least make a toast.

Sylvester: Okay, okay. All right. A toast. I've made a lot of enemies in my time... I mean, a lot... but out of all the people in the world, I hate you guys the least.

Taz: Aw. That was actually kind of beautiful.

Wile: To Sylvester and his strange dislike of birthdays.

Lola: Yay!

(others whooping, laughing)

Wile: Everyone say, "Robbery."

ALL: Robbery.

Wile: (chuckles) Oh. Look at those dimples. Happy birthday, buddy.

Sylvester: Okay. Now, dig in, fellas.

Taz: Yes! (laughs, munches wildly)

Lola: Taz!

Wile: Don't do that.

Lola: That was so gross.

Daffy: That was my lunch!

Taz: You snooze, you lose.

Wile: You like that.

Daffy: I forgot we had those Push Pops. Man, my tummy is rumbling like a kraken right now.

Sylvester: Yeah. Want it?

Lola: You know he's not gonna give it to you.

Daffy: No, I believe that deep down Sylvester is a kind and generous soul.

Lola. Why?

Sylvester: Here. Take it.

Daffy: (laughing) Oh, yeah! Pop me, please. Ah...

Sylvester: Ha! (chuckles) Sucker.

Daffy: Come on, man. Now you gonna make me get all aggressive.

Wile: Animals.

Daffy: Spit it out! Spit it out!

Sylvester: Never!

Wile: Let's see what they're saying about us today.

Jen: What up? It's Jen, Channel 6 Action News. The Bad Guys have struck again...

Wile: Guys, guys, stop it. We're on TV.

Jen: ...proving once more that they are the most diabolical criminals of our time.

Lola: Ooh, "diabolical." That's new.

Daffy: Know what it sounds like? A cologne. (dramatically) Diabolical.

Jen: To address this heinous crime spree is the newly elected governor, Sally Acorn.

Wile: Governor?

Sally: Okay. Yeah. I hear you. I hear you. Listen, listen. We all know how dastardly the Bad Guys are.

Wile: You bet we are.

Sally: But more than anything... (chuckles) I feel sorry for them.

Wile: What?

Sally: These so-called Bad Guys are really just second-rate has-beens. Behind their amateurish antics and, frankly, unoriginal capers... I mean, really, another bank?... is nothing but a deep well of anger...

Taz: I ain't angry! You're angry!

Sally: ...denial...

Lola: Not true.

Sally: ...and self-loathing.

Sylvester: The only one I self-loathe is you.

Sally: And those are holes that no amount of cash or priceless art can ever fill.

Sylvester: What's on the Food Network?

Sally: So, can we just forget about...

Wile: Who-who is she to judge us?

Sally: ...and focus on more positive things? And what could be more positive than the Annual Good Samaritan Awards, where tomorrow night I will present the Golden Dolphin to this year's goodest citizen?

Lola: I can't believe I voted for her.

Taz: You voted for her?

Lola: What? She's good on climate change.

Sylvester: Wait. What's going on? You've got that twinkle in your eye.

Wile: Guys, who's up for another job? A big one.

Sylvester: The Golden Dolphin. Seriously?

Taz: Oh. I thought I was the crazy one.

Sylvester: That job has broken every criminal who's tried it. The Bucharest Bandits, Lucky Jim.

Daffy: The Crimson Paw.

Lola: Actually, the Crimson Paw was never arrested.

Sylvester: Yeah, but he never stole anything again.

Wile: Sylvester, what better way to wipe that smirk off the governor's fuzzy face than stealing the Golden Dolphin from right under her whiskers? This is the Holy Grail of thievery. If we pull this off, we'll cement our legacy as the greatest criminals of all time.

Sylvester: Whoa, whoa, buddy. I thought we weren't supposed to make things personal. Besides, we've got a good thing going here. Friends, freedom, and just look at this loot.

Wile: All right, you're right. Forget it. The Dolphin job is off.

Sylvester: Good.

Wile: I guess the troll will get his trophy after all.

Sylvester: Yeah, I guess he would... What do you mean, "troll"?

Wile: Oh, yes, did I not mention that? That's weird. I thought I mentioned that it was, uh...

Daffy: The Good Samaritan is...

Lola: A troll?

Wile: What do you say, Sylvester? Better than cake.

Sylvester: (groans) Okay. Fine. But he better be delicious.

Wile: (laughs) Are we all in this together?