Wile: So here's the plan. Like every year, the ceremony will be held at the Museum of Fine Arts, where the Golden Dolphin will be positioned just beyond the backstage curtain.

Taz: Sounds easy.

Wile: Sounds easy, hermano, but to get there, we'll need to bypass three levels of security. So, step one: We'll need to blend in. Professor Creek, this year's recipient of the Golden Dolphin, the most annoying good creature on the planet.

Jen: Professor, in the past year, you've stopped wars, fed the hungry and saved countless pandas. Some have described your goodness as second only to Mother Teresa.

Creek: Oh, Jen, it's not a competition. And if it were, it would really be more of a tie. But we can all agree that there is a flower of goodness inside all of us, just waiting to blossom.

Wile: Once inside, there are two armored doors. The first can only be opened by a special key card that is carried by our dear friend, the chief of police. The second is outfitted with a retinal scanner and guarded by an elite special ops unit trained to strike first and ask questions later. Governor Acorn is the only one who has clearance to open the second door. So, step two: She and I will need to get up close and personal. Interesting piece. Trashy, pointless and pretentious.

Sally: Hmm. They say that art reveals more about the viewer than the artist. Mister...

Wile: Poodleton. Oliver Poodleton.

Sally: Uh... okay.

Wile: It's about time someone stood up to those diabolical Bad Guys. Though, I've got to say, no one's succeeded yet.

Sally: Eh. I don't think it'll be that hard.

Wile: I have a feeling it'll be harder than you think. I'd say they're one epic job away from cementing their legacy.

Sally: (laughs) Mr. Poodleton, you're-you're funny.

Wile: I am?

Sally: The only legacy they're cementing is life in prison. Did you see their last job? Ugh. Unsecured exits, crude disguises, compulsive showboating. I mean, it was a mess. All the classic signs of a crew in decline. Next, they're gonna make it personal. That's when you know they're toast.

Wile: (chuckles) Uh, well, that's your opinion.

Sally: It is, and I'm the governor. As for the sculpture, I think it's about perspective. If you look closely enough, even trash can be recycled into something beautiful.

Wile: How about that? I guess some things aren't always as they appear. That reminds me. May I? I can't miss a photo op with the governor and a pile of garbage.

Sally: Oh, Mr. Poodleton, you're too hard on yourself.

Wile: Okay, friends. It's showtime. Once we're in, it's on to step three: We split up and we take our positions.

MacArthur: Officers, if the Bad Guys crash this event, I am definitely going to lose my job, and I will not hesitate to take you down with me. Now, move out.

OFFICERS: Yes, ma'am!

Lola: Mic's on. Everyone on comms, do you copy?

All: Copy

Lola: Boys, it's Dolphin season.

Taz: Copy that. I'm on the move.

MacArthur: Unit two, is the backstage area still secure?

OFFICER (over radio): Unit two. All clear.

MacArthur: This is where all the training pays off.

Wile: Oh, pardon me. Terribly sorry.

MacArthur: Not a problem, sir.

Lola: Wile is in position. (over radio) Taz, you all penguin-suited and booted?

Taz: Affirmative. I'm a clean, mean, Dolphin-stealing machine.

Wile: Here, let me help you. Are you okay, ma'am?

Granny: (panting) Oh, my gracious, yes. I may be dizzy, but I'm alive, thanks to you.

Wile: What are you...

Granny: Thank you, dear. You're such a good boy.

Taz: All good, brother?

Wile: Yeah, all... a-all good. Yeah, yeah. Lola, what do you say about moving on to step four?

Lola: Copy that. Daffy, you're up. Do your thing.

Daffy: (gasps) Do I get to improvise?

Wile: Yes, fine. Improvise. But please be subtle.

Daffy: (high-pitched voice) I'm having a baby! Is there a doctor? Or perhaps several security guards that could leave their post and help me?

Wile: Hey, Lola, can you enhance this...

Lola: Done. Eight steps ahead of you, Wile.