So this is the continuation of the previous chapter of what happened when the Bad guys went back into the criminal world. Sorry I disappoint some fans, but I hope you'll like this new chapter here.

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Intro

Mr. Wolf: Yeah! I'm bad!

Mr. Snake: You're bad!

Ms. Tarantula: He's bad!

Mr. Hornet: She's bad!

Mr. Piranha: We're bad!

Mr. Shark: Who's bad?

The Bad Guys: Yeah!
We're the Bad Guys!

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The Bad Guys had finally returned to the crime world, and let the public know that. The Bad Guys had been doing few harmless crimes since Chief Luggins' Fancy High School Reunion. Some crimes were minor, like vandalism, theft, robbery, larceny, property damage, and other harmless crimes. They were careful when they wanted to cause mayhem in the city as they won't involve people in their way, avoiding hurting them. Before the end of the day, the Bad Guys had been damaging public properties by ramming over post lights, mailboxes, and trash cans, causing messes in the streets. They encountered another police pursuit. This is what they missed as criminals. Being chased was the most exciting thing as a criminal, and they wouldn't just throw that life away so easily. Being good is better, but life needs to be exciting once in a while. When they lost the cops. The Bad Guys returned to their hideout.

Their hideout was the same as they left it earlier. They didn't steal much like they used to, but the stuff they stole was average. More like small jewelry, and small piles of money they robbed from a bank back when they secretly committed a crime months ago. At least, this time, they didn't do as much crime as they used to. After fixing themselves for the night, The Bad Guys took 3 hours to sleep before going back into action. Like every night, the Bad Guys had to wear their black body suits so they won't be easily spotted by civilians or anything lurking in the dark at night. As usual, they became vigilantes at night. They fought criminals who stood in their way. Being vigilantes and fighting crime was their payment for the crimes they committed at day. Their crime-fighting job was their "community service" so they won't need to go to jail. Secretly, the Bad Guys even cleaned up the messes they made earlier that day.

After their work was done in the night, and the morning caught up to them, the Bad Guys returned to their hideout, all feeling exhausted from the activities they made for the whole day. They had breaks, it wasn't worth sleeping 5 more hours.

"Woo! What a day!" Snake threw himself on the couch to rest.

Shark already changed from his body suit to his casual clothes, "Yeah, doing harmless illegal activities while fighting crimes was a lot of work."

"I am really in for frozen grasshoppers today," Tarantula rubbed her hands and licked her lips as she crawled towards the fridge.

"Yeah, don't eat that right in front of me," Hornet looked disgusted as he fluttered backward from Tarantula.

While his friends were getting food from the fridge, Wolf sat on the couch, got the remote, and switched the TV on, "Let's see what they're saying about us today."

Appeared on the TV was the same annoying reporter, "What up?! This is Tiffany Fluffit, Channel Six Action News. The old Bad Guys returned once again, with their crazy antics what we know before and now!"

"Guys, guys! We're on TV again!" Wolf declared as the other Bad Guys turned away from the fridge with food in their mouths. They quickly jumped back on the couch to watch the views.

"As we know, the Bad Guys had returned to their old criminals, and not just stealing. They had been causing a lot of fun and chaos around, such as vandalizing, property damage, and littering recently. We don't know what other crimes they would commit in the future again," Tiffany reported, facing the camera, "But, according to the witnesses and authorities, to pay for their newfound hobbies of crime, the Bad Guys continued to be vigilantes of stopping other criminals who dared to get in their way and steal their title. So far, the Bad Guys are now known to be the most confusing criminals of our time."

"Ooh, 'confusing'! Now that is brand new," Tarantula smiled.

"Well, we do good and bad things at the same time. It's pretty confusing," Shark admitted, making the other Bad Guys laugh in agreement.

"So, everyone was still questioning: Who are the Bad Guys now? Are they good or bad? That's one question we will never get the real answer to," Tiffany finished reporting.

Just then, there was a ring sound in Wolf's pocket. He pulled it out, and it was coming from the compact communicator. The Bad Guys predicted it was Diane since she was the one who gave them the communicators. This was her cue.

Wolf opened the compact with Diane's face shown in the "mirror", "Hey, Governor Foxington," Wolf greeted.

Diane paced around her office while holding a compact on her paw, "Mr. Wolf, I heard you guys are the new star of Los Angeles."

"Sorry we didn't keep our promise. Some people miss the old us," Wolf confessed.

"Let me guess: Chief Luggins?" the Governor guessed.

"How did you know?"

"She's been haunting you guys since you got out of jail. I see you felt pity for her."

"Well, it's not just her, it's for us too," Snake pointed, wanting Diane to hear his voice.

Diane then asked, "So, how did she take it?"

"Well, we'll just give her what she wants. I mean, that's a good deed, right? Making someone happy, even to our enemies?" Wolf said with a smile.

"Are you sure this is what you want guys? I mean, yeah, you guys could go back to jail again, but paying for your crimes by stopping other people's crimes would be a good thing?" Governor Foxington looked worried.

"It's more like our own community service out of jail."

"Hmm, good point. As long as you guys didn't do anything extreme, I think I'll let it slide a little, but it will affect my job. Just don't commit many crimes, okay? It's my job to clean this city."

"Don't worry, Diane, we still want to live a good normal life," Shark reassured her while cutting into her and Wolf's conversation.

"Good. Look at the plus side, not everyone hated you anymore."

"I guess they got used to us," Hornet murmured.

"Well, they better be. You gained some new friends out there. There's no need for you guys to hide anymore.... Well, as long as you do your 'community service'."

"You can count on us, Diane," Tarantula stated.

Diane then replied, "Perfect. Listen, I'll call you guys back when I have the time. I have paperwork to do."

"You just take care of those paperworks, Governor. And leave the rest to us," Wolf smiled.

"Great. I'll talk to you guys soon," Diane then hung up, switching the connection off.

When Wolf closed the compact, he turned to his friends, and joined them back on the couch.

"Wow, Diane took that well," Piranha sounded surprised.

"Well, she almost missed being the Crimson Paw. she finally knew how it feels like to miss the old days for fun," Wolf responded.

"So, since we committed chaotic crimes out there, and we stopped a few bad guys tonight, what should we do today?" Tarantula asked.

"To be honest, we committed a lot of crimes yesterday and I hated when we're called 'confusing'," Hornet confessed, "Maybe we can do something good today... for a whole day."

"Like what?" Shark inquired.

"Like... well, be honest, and earn money for our hard work?" The bug suggested.

"Our hard work is to stop criminals from committing more crimes that we already committed. And we never got paid for it," Snake pointed out

"That's our volunteer work," Wolf corrected.

"At least you got paid, Hornet," Piranha told his best friend.

"Hey, I worked in a fast food restaurant, of course I get paid!" Hornet exclaimed, feeling offended.

"Well..." Wolf turned around to glance at the piles of money they stole, "We still have money to go around that we stole from banks months ago."

But Shark groaned in frustration, "But I still want more money...!" Then, he looked at his friend, who made worrying and shocking reactions, "To buy food, of course. I'm not a power-hunger dude."

Hornet then continued, "Well, Mr. and Mrs. Gardener won't give me a higher salary now that they found out I'm back to criminal life. Maybe we can earn money by taking a job?"

"We already tried that. It was a disaster," Tarantula groaned, recalling the chocolate incident at the factory.

"But maybe we can work together. The six of us. Just like when we plan our heists."

"Good thinking, Hornet. I mean, we never fail to do the work when we work together... well, except for the Dolphin heist at the good Samaritan awards last year" Wolf recalled.

"You're the one who ruined it!" Snake snapped at him while pointing his tail at him.

"Maybe we can do odd jobs around the city," Shark suggested, with the Bad Guys finding the idea really good.

"Hey, we can call ourselves the Bad Guys Task Team," Tarantula suggested, with everyone liking the name,

"Good one," commented Wolf, who added, "And we can put up flyers. And our slogan could be: 11 hands are better than two."

"Not bad," Hornet said, finding the slogan cool.

"I like it," replied Webs.

"Me too," Shark added.

"Wait a minute, Wolf. Why 11?" Snake asked confusingly.

"Because, Snake, you don't have hands. You only use your tail," Wolf pointed.

Snake looked at his tail, and nodded, "Good point."

Then, Piranha commented, "'Eleven hands are better than two?' Nice try, Wolf, but none of us have eleven hands."

Hornet, slightly annoyed by Piranha's yet another empty-headedness, facepalmed himself before slapping his tiny hand at the back of Pirnaha's head, thinking it would bring him back to his senses.

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Later on, Wolf, Snake, Shark, and Piranha came back to their hideout after hanging up flyers about their job business all around the city.

Tarantula and Hornet stayed behind to work on the advertisement with their gadgets, typing something up, when they saw their friends come in.

"All right, the flyers are up around the city," Shark announced.

"And the Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook ads are live," Tarantula proclaimed before she and Hornet closed their gadgets down

"So, those calls should come rolling in any second," Wolf said as all 6 Bad Guys kept their eyes on the phone, waiting for it to ring.

"Any second now," Hornet added with everyone still anticipating the phone to ring at any given moment now.

"And...ring," Snake said, trying to "help" the phone be able to ring.

Piranha then got an idea, "Hold on, you're forgetting something." He then turned his head, looked at the phone, and said while wiggling his mitten hands above the phone, "Ah-booga booga, booga, booga, booga, booga, booga,"

Hornet facepalmed and commented, "Piranha, you've been doing that whenever we've been expecting something, and it doesn't work."

Suddenly, the phone started to ring, much to the Bad Guys' surprise.

Piranha simply stated, "Don't doubt the booga."

Hornet sat there, jaw dropped, that Piranha's strange idea actually helped.

Tarantula picked up the phone and answered it, "Uh, Bad Guys Task Team. Eleven hands are better than two."

Then, she heard something on the phone that made Tarantula lower the phone and whisper to her friends, "Are we licensed contractors?"

Her friends all shook their heads no, making Tarantula answer, "No," on the phone, before she then heard another reply that made her whisper to her friends again, "Do we have insurance?"

Once again, they shook their heads no, making Tarantula reply with the same answer on the phone, before yet again, she got another reply that made her whisper and ask her male friends, "Are we familiar with Italian tiling?"

"Does it have to be Italian?" Piranha asked.

"Does it have to be Italian?" Tarantula asked the same question on the phone.

She supposedly got an answer that made Tarantula smile and tell her friends, "No," thinking they might have a shot.

"Then, no," Piranha answered, sitting back down sadly.

Tarantula replied on the phone, "Well, that's a no on the tiling."

She then got a new response that made her smile and answer, "Oh yeah, we can do that," she then hung up.

"What did he want us to do?" Shark asked, curious to know.

Tarantula looked at the phone and replied, "Hang up the phone and never speak to him again."

The Bad Guys were all slightly disappointed that their first call was a bust as Hornet pointed out, "Maybe we need to fine-tune our ad and list what skills we do have."

Opening up his helmet to work on the ad, Hornet then asked, "So, what skills do we have?" Before his friends could say anything, he interrupted them, "Other than our expert skills of both crime and vigilance," then his friends lowered themselves down.

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A few minutes later, they had a whiteboard in the room with a list written down of the skills they all had that never included their famous skills, and currently on the list were two things: eating pizza and making lists.

Hornet, fluttering by the whiteboard, commented, "Okay, so we've got eating pizza and making lists. Any other skills?"

No one came forward, mainly because they didn't really have any other work-related skills, and the only thing Shark was doing was eating a slice of pizza.

Disappointed, Hornet used an eraser to erase "Making lists" off the list. The eraser might be a little bigger than him, but he managed to lift and erase the writings on the whiteboard, "Okay, so we've got eating pizza."

When Shark bit into his slice of pizza, it was way too hot, and he yelped "Ow! Hot!" he placed his slice down, and once more, causing Hornet to sigh and erase "eating pizza" off the list.

Suddenly, the phone rang again, with Wolf eagerly running to the table and picking up the phone, "Bad Guys Task Team. Eleven hands are better than two."

The reply he got on the phone seemed to make Wolf smile as he asked her friend quietly, "Can we return money to the bank?"

His friends eagerly nodded, making Wolf reply on the phone, "Yes, we can definitely do that!

The next reply he got made him quietly ask his friends, "And clean up construction damage?"

They nodded eagerly again, making Wolf happily reply on the phone, "Yes!"

The next reply he got then made him quietly ask them again, "Can we stop committing crimes?"

His friends eagerly nodded and agreed again with Wolf replying on the phone, "Yes, that too!"

Suddenly, Diane appeared by the elevator as it opened, and told the Bad Guys, "Then, stop committing more crimes!" she turned her phone off angrily before the elevator closed. The Bad Guys groaned disappointedly.

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At the FasTogether, the Bad Guys were rehydrating with drinks while wearing orange shirts that advertise their job business.

Hornet, who was working on his shift today, placed a tray of food that his friends ordered, and said sadly, "I can't believe it's been a whole day and we still haven't gotten one job call."

Suddenly, Piranha heard their phone chime, making him think someone was calling as he said, "Ooh, a call!"

However, before he could pick up the phone, Shark stopped him, "Nope, just a timer I set. My turkey melt is ready," he then turned off the timer.

He then got up and pulled a sandwich out from his pocket and sat back down, eating it, with his friends watching with weirded-out expressions.

Snake, more weirded out than his friends, commented, "You do understand we're in a restaurant...with food...that you can order?"

Shark replied, "Duh. I ordered this yesterday. I always like to stay a sandwich ahead.", then noticed a sandwich on the tray that Hornet brought for them, "And here's tomorrow's French dip," he picked up the new sandwich and placed it in his pocket.

Then, the Gardener couple came by to check on their loyal customers.

"Aww, still waiting for someone to call to hire you?" Mrs. Gardener asked while staring at the phone in the middle of the table.

"Yeah, we decided to do good today by helping others, and they will call us if they need help," Hornet told them.

"You do know that no one's gonna call you since you returned to the life of crime?" Mr. Gardener pointed.

"And that's why we're doing this. Doing good is our payment for our crimes," Wolf explained

"That's not how it works, Mr. Wolf," Mr. Gardener stated as Wolf rolled his eyes.

"Then, why did you hire me then?" Hornet wondered.

"That was before you and your friends returned to your old lives again," Mrs. Gardener answered.

"But why did you still keep me here?" the little insect asked curiously.

"Because we're short-staff, and you're one of our best employees, Mr. Hornet. We still need you here," the female restaurant owner patted Hornet's head with her finger.

"Aww!" Hornet cooed, feeling touched by his bosses' kindness, "So this means I'm gonna be an employee of the month?"

"Well, since you're back to being a criminal, no. You could wait for at least 4 months," Mr. Gardener said as he and his wife returned to work.

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Hours later, the phone was on the restaurant table again, with the sixsome anxiously awaiting a single call to come at any moment.

"One... two.." Piranha started to count.

Snake rolled his eyes and declared, "I can't believe I'm doing this."

"Do it," Wolf stated.

By the time Piranha called out, "three," all six Bad Guys wiggled their hands above the phone while saying, "A-booga, booga, booga, booga, booga, booga, booga, booga, booga, booga, booga!"

Nothing seemed to happen, making Hornet state, "See? I told you it wouldn't work."

Suddenly, a large woman with white brunette hair came up to the Bad Guys, and asked, "Are you the Bad Guys Task Team? 'Cause I can really use some help!"

Wolf smiled, relieved that a chance to have a job for their business finally appeared as he proclaimed, "We're the Bad Guys Task Team!"

Hornet, once again, was jaw-dropped that the booga worked yet again with Piranha once more telling him, "Never doubt the booga."

As they got up to greet the woman, Shark asked, "What do you need us to do?"

The woman explained, "Well, I'm gonna be out of town for a couple of days."

"Well, we're gonna be in town for a couple of days," Snake answered, showing the woman that the Harpers were all certainly available to help her.

"Great," the woman replied, saying, "I need you to water the plants, bring in the mail, take in the trashcans, clean my house, do my laundry, take care of my cat, oh! And let in and pay the handyman that I hired. Nothing too hard. Could you start tomorrow?"

"Absolutely! We'll be there," Wolf replied as he and his friends were very happy to finally have their first job for the Bad Guys Task Team.

"Here's my address," the woman said while giving Wolf a card with her address on it before she whispered to the girl, "I'll put a key under my mat," She then mentioned, "Look, I know you Bad Guys returned to your crime life again, but I know there is a little bit of goodness inside of all of you, so, I trust you."

"Okay, it's really uncomfortable for us to hear you say that, but we're on the job," Tarantula happily replied before the woman walked away.

"Cha-ching," the Bad Guys commented, excited that they were gonna get to make money right away.

"Wait, tomorrow? I thought we were going good for a whole day today," Snake reminded about the idea of being good for a whole day today

"Snake, face it. We've been waiting for someone to ask for our help for a whole day. Maybe tomorrow would be the right shot," Hornet responded.

Suddenly, Piranha realized something, pointing out, "Hold on; we didn't negotiate a price. We don't know how much cha-ching she's cha-chinging us"

"I'll handle this," Tarantula commented, "They don't call me the Web-gotiator for nothing."

"Nobody calls you that," Hornet pointed out.

"They will after this," Tarantula answered back as she went to go talk with the woman who hired them.

Shark was happily eating his sandwich before he suddenly felt something strange in his mouth and spat it out, holding something small in his fin.

"Did you lose a tooth?" Piranha asked.

Shark replied, "Nah, it was probably in my pocket. But don't worry, it's not mine."

Wolf, Snake, Piranha, and Hornet, however, were worried.

"I am worried! Whose is it?" Hornet asked in concern.

"No idea, I found it this morning. It's good luck," Shark answered, looking at the tooth.

Wolf, however, quickly protested, answering, "No, a penny is a good luck."

"Oh," Shark replied, then asked, "So, what's a tooth?"

"Disgusting!" Snake declared, feeling really grossed out.

Shark placed the tooth on the phone right at the same time Tarantula proudly crawled back to them, "I handled it like a boss; got us each $100."

"Wow, that's $600," Hornet calculated, "I think that would be enough for our job. Robbing banks is way too much."

Tarantula smiled while crawling back onto the table, "What can I say? I'm the Web-gotiator."

"Nice job, Webs," Wolf complimented her for a great job on the negotiation.

"Nice job who," Tarantula asked, wanting to hear Wolf call her by the nickname.

Wolf felt like this was unnecessary, but resorted to saying it anyway, "Web-gotiator."

"Ah, that feels right, doesn't it?" Tarantula responded proudly, "Now, everybody."

However, the rest of the Bad Guys all instantly walked away before anyone could even call Tarantula the Web-gotiator again.

Before Tarantula could get up and leave, she noticed the tooth on the phone and, stranged out, she asked, "Is that a tooth?"

"Sorry, it's mine," Shark replied as he walked back and grabbed the tooth, and ran off again, leaving Tarantula dumbfounded.

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The next day, the Bad Guys entered the woman's house, ready to do the chores they were assigned to do.

The first thing that greeted them was the sight of the woman's black cat sitting on the armrest of the couch.

"Awww, Ms. Crownover's kitty is so cute!" Tarantula cooed, "We have a cat too, but this one is black."

"I wonder what his name is," Shark asked while closing the front door once everyone was inside.

"His name is Tails," Piranha answered while checking its collar, "What a cute name. You know, normally, cats don't like me sometimes, but I've got a good feeling about this little fella."

Then, Wolf saw a white envelope on the table labeled "The Bad Guys", making him think that their payment must be inside as he said, "Oh, that must be our payment."

However, before he could even pick up the envelope, the cat leaped onto the table and placed his paw on the envelope, meowing in what almost sounded like a...threatening manner?

"Okay," Wolf said while stepping back.

"Maybe he doesn't want us to take it until we've done our work," Shark whispered in reply.

"He's a cat, you don't need to whisper," Snake pointed out.

However, the cat meowed again in the same scary manner, making the Bad Guys flinch a bit.

Hornet whispered, "Maybe we do."

"All right, let's just get to work," Wolf declared, starting to give out the orders for which person would do which task.

Wolf assigned Hornet to get the mail, Tarantula to get the trash cans, Snake to clean the house, Piranha to do the laundry, Shark to manage the cat, and assigned himself to water the plants.

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Soon, they were finished with all the chores really quickly as they entered the house.

Hornet placed the mail on the table the cat was currently sitting on.

"All done. All we have to do now is let in the handyman," Wolf said.

However, Tails started to act out again and swatted the mail, making it fall to the floor.

"And pick up the mail," Hornet commented while he went to pick up the fallen mail and place it back onto the table. Even for a small guy, he managed to pick up the mail bigger than his size.

Once again, the cat swatted it to the floor, making Hornet turn around so he could pick it up again.

Luckily, Piranha made it easy by picking up the mail himself.

Shark pointed out worryingly, "I get the feeling Tails doesn't like us."

Piranha then stated, "Cats don't pick and choose who they like.

Suddenly, he felt Tails suddenly scratch the back of his shirt, "Oops, I think Tails may have caught a thread."

However, when he turned around, the other Bad Guys could see that Tails got a lot more than a thread: the cat left a long scratch mark on the back of Piranha's shirt.

Not wanting to make Piranha worry, Tarantula stated, "Nope, you're good."

"I hardly notice," Hornet added, trying to make the situation less awkward.

"Well, looks like it's time to count the cha-ching...if that's okay with you, Tails," Snake asked the cat.

The cat seemed more serene now and purred as if it said "Yes" in cat language.

"You don't need to ask the cat permission," Piranha pointed out.

However, Piranha felt the cat snag on something, making him say, "Ay caramba, I think Tails may have nicked a button."

But when he turned around to look, his friends saw that Tails actually tore half his pants' left back pocket off.

Trying to not make it seem bad, Wolf nervously commented, "No."

"All good," Tarantula added in concern.

"You're still okay, buddy," Hornet cringed.

"Nothing's wrong here," Snake grinned nervously.

"Button's fine," Shark mentioned, very hesitant about what the cat might do next.

"Okay, let's open this thing," Wolf declared as he walked over to the table and opened the envelope.

However, when he opened the envelope and pulled out the money, there was only a $100 bill inside, making him ask, "$100? That's it?"

"There's supposed to be $600 in there," Snake pointed out.

Tarantula responded, "Yeah, that's what I negotiated: $600. Ms. Crownover said that she'd give us all $100."

Suddenly, Piranha pointed out one major clue, asking Tarantula, "All of us...or each of us?"

Tarantula, visibly confused, asked, "What's the difference?"

"More than $100," Hornet exclaimed, "All means all of us together! Each meant we would each get $100."

Tarantula realized the mistake she made while looking down sheepishly. "Oh,"

"This is worse than robbing a bank where we can steal more than $100!" Wolf exclaimed, slamming the envelope back on the table.

"Now, we're gonna have to find out a way to earn more money than we deserve," Snake added, feeling frustrated.

"So much for my lucky tooth," Shark commented before spitting out the tooth he had in his mouth.

The other Bad Guys were really grossed out at the sight of it.

"You had that in your mouth?!" Tarantula asked.

"Yeah, where else would you keep a tooth," Shark answered.

"But it's not your tooth," Piranha pointed out.

"That doesn't mean it's not welcome," Shark replied back before placing the tooth back into his mouth.

Wolf then changed the subject, "Okay, can we please forget about the tooth? We need to find a way to make the extra money. We need an opportunity to come knocking."

On cue, someone outside the front door was knocking, much to their surprise.

Hornet commented, "Woah, and we didn't even have to booga."

"I did a silent booga," Piranha replied.

Shark opened the door and the kids saw a handyman outside, who walked in, "Hi. I'm Harold. Ms. Crownover hired me to build a shelf."

Wolf replied to the handyman while gesturing to where the money and the box were, "Oh yeah. The box is right there, and money is in the envelope,"

The handyman was ready to work when he heard the sound of a cat's meow and saw the cat, Tails, looking at him.

Tarantula instructed, "By the way, the cat won't pay you until you finish your job."

However, Harold seemed more...terrified to see the cat, "Cat? I didn't know she had a cat," Suddenly, he pulled out a tissue and let out a loud sneeze, mentioning, "I am severely allergic to cats," he sneezed again into his tissue. He started to say, "No amount of money is worth..." and sneezed again before adding, "That."

Snake started to say, "Oh, that's a shame," then, he asked, "Just out of curiosity, how much is Ms. Crownover paying you?"

"$500," Aaron replied before sneezing into his tissue again.

Wolf, luckily, had a plan forming, as he said, "Uh, well, I mean, we could do you a solid and build that shelf for you."

Harold didn't seem to care about that, he wheezed out, "Whatever. My throat's closing," he quickly ran out to the front door, letting out one last sneeze, before he escaped.

After the door closed on them, Tarantula asked Wolf, "Wolf, what did you do?"

"I just got us $500," Wolf replied confidently.

"But we've never built a shelf this big before," Snake pointed out.

Wolf, however, wasn't deterred, "We built more than one when he built our own rooms. I mean, how hard could it be?"

Tails crawled up onto the box as if he was acting as the box's protector.

Hornet, seeing this, commented, "Okay, but we've gotta take care of that cat first."

Piranha was more than happy to volunteer, thinking he and Tails were becoming "friends" as he said, "Well, I think it's pretty obvious he likes me best...so..." he turned around to pick up Tails, still oblivious to the cat's damage on his clothes.

The cat leaped from the box and ran off, and Piranha followed him, "Here Tailsy, chico!"

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Two hours after the confused building later, the shelf was finally complete, or at least, they thought it was complete. It looked very weird, but it had some sturdy shelves...they hoped.

"The Bad Guys Task Team got the job done," Wolf declared.

"I am very proud of us," Snake commented while head/fist-bump at Wolf.

"I guess we weren't so bad at being good after all," Tarantula giggled.

"Tell me about it. And I thought we would fail," Hornet agreed.

"I think this will pay up our debt of the crimes we committed," Shark stated.

"Piranha, we're done!" Wolf declared, calling out to Piranha so he could come back.

However, to their surprise, when Piranha returned to the room, he was covered in scratches, red bruises, and his clothes were torn to shreds.

The rest of the Bad Guys were shocked, mainly out of concern.

"What happened to you, little buddy?" Shark asked.

Piranha held his chest, and said, "That cat... is a monster!"

"Why didn't you yell for help?" Hornet asked.

"Cause he shoved a sock in my mouth," Piranha replied, feeling traumatized by what he had gone through.

"He did?" Tarantula asked, surprised.

"You think that's bad," Piranha proclaimed, adding on, "Look what else he did," He shoved down the collar of his shirt, showing that on his upper chest, the cat's name "Tails," was seen written in black marker.

Wolf, Shark, Tarantula, and Hornet were stunned while Snake, confused, asked, "The cat can write?"

"No," Piranha answered, whispering, "He made me do it."

"How did you know what to write?" Wolf asked, completely stunned by this.

"It was in his eyes," Piranha answered, remembering the scary look in Tails' eyes, before he cried out, "Can we go now?" he limped to the front door, with his friends following poor Piranha in concern.

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When the Bad Guys returned to their hideout, they laughed and chattered happily to themselves for their job well done today.

"I gotta say, Wolf, you were right," Snake made a smile in front of his friend, "Maybe we can do good things once in a while," but then shook his head, trying to turn his smile upside down, and admitted, "But it doesn't mean I like it."

"You know what? I'm gonna have half of tomorrow's tuna sandwich to celebrate," Shark pulled out his sandwich from his pocket. But when he did, something small and metallic also came out of his pocket.

Piranha was the first to notice it, asking just before Shark could take a bite, "What's that?"

They saw the little piece on the table, with Tarantula realizing what it was and addressing, "Uh oh, we forgot a piece."

Wolf wasn't worried, "Eh, it's just a fling-flange."

Suddenly, they heard the sound of something creaking.

"What's that creaking noise?" Hornet asked.

Their eyes then wandered around where there were shelves around, even inside their opened bedrooms.

Tarantula then suspected something, "Wait, is that sound coming from the shelves?"

In the blink of an eye, all of the shelves collapsed and fell, coming apart, and all the things on top fell and either scattered across the floor or broke if they were fragile.

Seeing that the whole hideout was a mess of broken things, Shark stood there, dumbfounded, and pulled out several fling-flanges he had in his other pocket, "I guess we did need the fling-flanges."

This experience, however, was an eye-opener for the other Bad Guys with Wolf, who was now worried, said "You don't think, because we left out a fling-flange, Ms. Crownover's shelf is gonna collapse too?"

Then, they brushed off their worries, "Nah," in unison. Then, the worry came back, making them say in unison, "Yeah!" They hurriedly ran out to the elevator, out of their hideout, and all the way to Ms. Crownover's house.

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Inside the house, they were stunned to see that not only was the shelf still standing, but it was now holding a lot of precious fragile collectibles!

Stunned to see this happen so quickly, Hornet was the first to break the silence, "Uh guys... how did all this stuff get on these shelves?"

Suddenly, a voice boomed, "I put it there!"

The Bad Guys were shocked, and surprised, seeing that it was Ms. Crownover, who was back EARLIER than they expected.

"Ms. Crownover," Shark said in shock.

"What are you doing here?" Piranha asked.

Ms. Crownover replied, "I came back early. What are you Bad Guys doing here? Looks like you finished all your work for the day," she then made a suspicious look raised her eyebrow, "Are you here to steal?"

The Bad Guys chuckled hysterically as they were trying to think of a quick alibi.

"Oh..um...Piranha just really wanted to see Tails," Snake smiled nervously.

"Ha, yeah, they really bonded. Isn't that right, Piranha?" Tarantula added on, trying to make the alibi seem plausible.

Piranha forced a smile, "Yep, he really left his mark on me."

Ms. Crownover, luckily, seemed to buy it, "Well, he obviously loves you. Look at the way he's staring at you."

Piranha saw the evil look in Tails' eyes, and kept as much as his worries in, and he said, "Yep. His eyes say so much."

Changing the subject, Wolf then asked, "So, Ms. Crownover, what's with all this new stuff on the shelf?"

"I got it all on my trip," she replied, saying, "I'm a big vase collector. It's so beautiful, and yet so fragile."

"Awesome," Shark commented.

"Fancy," Tarantula added.

"Expensive?" Hornet nervously asked.

"Extremely," Ms. Crownover replied.

Wolf, keeping the stress in, then addressed, "Well, don't you think something so beautiful and fragile should go somewhere else? Oh, I don't know, anywhere but the shelf?"

Ms. Crownover replied, "No, this is perfect to display them. That's why I had this shelf built," she gave a little knock on one of the wooden shelves.

However, then, the room was granted with an eerie creaking noise, one the Bad Guys knew too well, and were worried to find out what would happen next.

Ms. Crownover, however, had no idea what that noise was, "What's that noise?"

Not wanting to tell her what it really was, Snake quickly made up an answer, "That's just my...stomach."

Adding onto it, Wolf explained, "Yeah. Some people growl. His...does that."

Snake rubbed his stomach with his tail, to make it seem like the creaking noises were coming from him.

Ms. Crownover luckily bought that excuse as well, "Oh, well, if you're hungry, I've got a pot of soup. Would you like some? It's borscht."

"What's borscht?" Shark asked Piranha.

Piranha replied, "It's a broth made of beets, and it's served cold."

"It's delicious!" Ms. Crownover exclaimed happily.

While the Bad Guys found it disgusting, they pretended to find it delicious.

"Yum. Will you excuse us for one second?" Wolf requested as he then pulled his friends aside, whispering to them, "Are you guys thinking what I'm thinking?"

"That Piranha looks terrified?" Tarantula pointed out, pointing to Piranha, who couldn't stop looking at the cat.

Wolf quickly interfered, "No, that when she gets the soup, we can put the fling-flange in the hole."

The rest of the Bad Guys seemed to like the idea, with Hornet saying, "I'll go help her with the borscht, and I'll give you guys the signal once she's headed back in."

"Okay, what's the signal?" Snake asked.

Hornet replied, "Who's ready for borscht?"

"I am, but what's the signal," Shark answered, asking, unaware that the phrase given was the actual signal.

Hornet told him again, "Who's ready for borscht?"

Shark, being clueless, replied, "I told you, I am. But what's the signal?"

Hornet, keeping it in, once more, told Shark, "Who's ready for borscht?"

Shark then stated, "You know what? Let's just make that the signal, because I really am ready for borscht."

"Good idea," Hornet replied, forcing a smile so he would resist the urge to facepalm.

The Bad Guys then turned around, facing Ms. Crownover, with Hornet saying, "Ms. Crownover, we would love to stay. How about I give you a hand in the kitchen?"

Ms. Crownover was pleased, saying, "Oh, why, thank you, young bug."

Together, Ms. Crownover and Hornet walked into the kitchen, giving Wolf, Snake, Shark, Piranha, and Tarantula the all-clear to put the fling-flange into the hole.

Wolf faced Shark and whispered, "Okay, Shark, give me the fling-flange."

Shark reached into his pocket and pulled something out, placing it in Wolf's paw.

When Wolf sniffed it, he recognized the scent of tuna on it, "Ew, why does it smell like tuna?"

"For the same reason my sandwich smells like fling-flange," Shark replied while pulling out his sandwich.

"It's getting worse," Piranha soon proclaimed.

"What, the creaking?" Snake asked, looking at the shelf to see if it was still sturdy.

"No, the rage in his eyes," Piranha replied, showing he was still looking at the cat, who growled at him.

Wolf then heard the shelf creak, making him say, "And the shelf," he and the other Bad Guys ran to the shelf to find the hole where the fling-flange went.

Luckily, Wolf spotted it, "Oh, I found the hole for the fling-flange!" he then handed the fling-flange over to Tarantula, "Webs, you'll do the honors."

However, before Tarantula could even finish putting it all the way in, Hornet came in, calling three times, giving the signal, "Who's ready for borscht?! Who's ready for borscht?! Who's ready for borscht?!" The Bad Guys turned around, acting casual.

Then, Ms. Crownover came in, carrying a tray with four bowls filled with soup, proclaiming, "Who's ready for borscht?"

"She knows the signal," Shark pointed out.

Tarantula stated quietly, "I was only able to get the fling-flange halfway in."

"I hope it works," Snake commented as the five went to join Hornet and Ms. Crownover at the table.

Trying to seem polite, Wolf commented as everyone sat down together, "Thanks, Ms. Crownover. Looks delicious."

However, when they tried it, the soup did not taste well at all, it was utterly disgusting!

"No, it's not," Piranha commented after pushing the bowl away, not liking the smell of the soup at all.

The rest of the Bad Guys had disgusted looks on their faces as well.

Ms. Crownover then mentioned, "Oh, right, I forgot the sour cream," she got up, jogging into the kitchen to get the sour cream.

After she was gone, all sixsome gagged from how terrible the taste of the soup was.

Then, Shark noticed something, chuckling while he said, "Look at Tails; he's licking the fling-flange."

When Wolf saw what the cat was doing, she realized why he was doing it, commenting, "Yeah, maybe because it's covered in tuna juice!"

"Oh, right," Shark replied, oblivious to how serious the situation was.

Snake turned back around, saying, "He's gonna knock it out!" He then told Wolf, "Wolf, do something!"

Wolf got up and ran to Tails, "Shoo! Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!"

However, when the cat was making its escape, it took the fling-flange with it in its mouth, making "Oh no, he took the fling-flange!" Wolf exclaimed in panic.

When the Bad Guys heard the shelf creaking, Tarantula called out, "It's about to go!"

"We gotta do something!" Piranha added on.

Shark suddenly had a great idea, "Wait, that slot is the same size as my lucky tooth."

Getting up from his seat, Shark shot his lucky tooth out of his mouth and up into the air, with the rest of the Bad Guys watching in worry/anticipation if it was gonna work.

It looked like it was gonna make it, with the Bad Guys shouting in slow motion, "Yes!"

However, the tooth, in reality, just missed the hole, making the Bad Guys panic and shout, "No!"

And just as Ms. Crownover walked back into the kitchen, the shelf collapsed, and fell, taking down the vases with it, shattering many of the vase pieces upon contact with the floor.

"My vases!" Ms. Crownover screamed in horror as she ran to her broken shelf.

Piranha shook his head, "This could not have gone worse?"

And yet, it was about to be worse, for Piranha, because Tails had climbed up onto the table and leaped up, pouncing at Piranha, who shouted in slow motion, "No!"

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Back at their hideout the next day, the Bad Guys were sitting on their couch after another day of trying to be good.

Wolf started the conversation, "So, we gave away the money earned from our hard work because we shattered Ms. Crownover's shelf and vase collection."

Snake added, "And we gave away some of the money we stole to pay the damages."

"But still, we got paid at least $1000 in the end for our efforts," Shark mentioned the positive side of their actions.

"So, everything worked out perfectly for everyone," Hornet commented.

Piranha then stated, "Did it? Did it really," he showed his arms, which were covered in multiple colored band-aids after enduring a lot of "playing pains" from Tails' assault on him.

Wolf felt pity for Piranha, but he wanted to change the topic as he took the remote, and switched the TV on, "Let's see what they say about us."

Once again, the same reporter appeared on TV, reporting today's news, "This is Tiffany Fluffit. Rumors spread all over Los Angeles as the Bad Guys brought us surprises everyday," The Bad Guys excited congratulated each other, "Yesterday, the Bad Guys were hired to do odd jobs, which had a little incident, but it ended up having good results."

Tarantula smiled, "We did good, boys."

"Though, the Bad Guys were still the most confusing criminals ever. Witnessing them committing crimes all over the city showed that they had returned to their criminal life, but they had been doing fewer crimes lately, and doing more good deeds than ever."

"Wait what?" Wolf stared at the screen in horror as did the other Bad Guys. This wasn't the result they'd been expecting.

Tiffany then continued the reporting that the Bad Guys were uncomfortable to hear about them, "Is it possible that the Bad Guys had gone soft? Had they been doing more good and less bad things? Are they slowly, and I mean very slowly, adjusted to their lives of being good, and committing crimes once in a while? Are they still called the Bad Guys? This is Tiffany Fluffit, Channel 6 Action News," Had enough of hearing it, Wolf turned the TV off.

"I can't believe what I'm hearing!" Tarantula muttered in disbelief.

"Us? Soft? We're only doing good deeds to pay for the crimes we committed, not for volunteer work!" Snake snapped.

"I told you guys! Being good leads to nothing!" Hornet recalled.

Growling frustratingly, Wolf stood from the couch, and placed himself in front of his friends, "Guys, we can't put this in our image. Could've been worse. We could've been compared with that power-hungry guinea pig."

"Ugh! I don't even want to hear about him!" Shark crossed his fins.

"Uh-uh, no way, hermano, we are not the same as that guinea pig!" Piranha scowled.

"Then we still have to keep that bad image on us," Wolf suggested.

"But how? Since people thought we were so good again, they won't take us seriously. And committing harmless crimes isn't enough," Hornet said.

Wolf tried to think of a plan to maintain their bad image, and got an idea as he smirked, "Hmm, I think I know what bad guys would do."

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At night, at a nightclub, the place had a large glistening wooden floor that the colorful lights from the ceiling shined over to make a give-off and a way of different colors. There were a bunch of long blue tables with leather Booth seats for the customers to sit, a bar where a lot of people gathered to get drinks from a bar attendee that was serving them, a small stage where a band was currently playing music, triangular speaker podiums that were around the building so the music could be heard all over, and a bright blue neon sign that flash the name of the nightclub.

All of a sudden, the Bad Guys entered without a warning and dressed in their new outfit. Wolf was wearing a red tank top with a black leather jacket over, the jacket covered in silver buttons, ripped black jeans, and brown stomping boots that had spiky Souls at the bottom. He was also holding a red lollipop in his mouth.

Snake had a black spiky collar around his neck, gold bangles on his tail, and his face was painted white with black underlining around his eyes to look intimidating.

Tarantula was wearing a gray long-sleeve shirt with a black sleeveless leather vest over it, small gold chains around her neck, black spiky bracelets on each of her legs, and she had the small tuft of fur on her head teases to look wild and unruly. She was chewing a pink bubble gum as he blew one before popping.

Piranha wore a gray biker's jacket with one of the sleeves torn to show a white skull tattoo on his right arm, an eyepatch over his left eye, shredded gray jean shorts, and black spiky boots.

Shark was wearing a white tank top with a hole in the middle that was one diagonal, a red bandana on his head, long brown pants, and black flat shoes, he had a drawn line that went over his right eye to try and mimic a scar, and he even was wearing a fake gold tooth to look intimidating while his wrists were filled with silver bangles.

Hornet was wearing a black sweater jacket he left open, a small gray cap he wore backward, black shades hanging above his cap, and miniature punching gloves on his hands.

They were walking up to the table with a strong "bad to the bone" type of confidence. The customers were very surprised to see the Bad Guys like this. Though seeing them in their new outfit didn't seem to be recognizable to anyone.

"So, what do we have for drinks over here?" Wolf was the first one asking.

The customers looked at one another in confusion, unsure of what was going on.

"Got a smoke," Hornet asked, trying to sound rough.

"No, I'm sorry, I quit," One of the customers, a female one, replied kindly.

"Too bad. My amigo here trying to start," Piranha answered back, trying to sound edgy.

When the gang of customers realized that this rebellious group that encountered them was the same Bad Guys they had heard of, a male one piped in, asking, "Are you the Bad Guys?"

"Who were you expecting, the Pound Puppies?" Tarantula retorted, trying to sound blunt,

The Bad Guys then wanted to sit with the gang as Snake said, "Move it or lose it."

The gang moved over a bit so the "new and improved" Bad Guys had room to sit.

"Is my root beer here yet? I like to suck it back before all the foam's gone," Shark commented.

Just then, the bartender soon approached the table, giving the customers their drinks, and he couldn't help but notice the Bad Guys' new look, "Hey, Bad Guys, is that you? What happened to you? You look great!"

The Bad Guys didn't say anything but accepted the root beer. They each grabbed a glass, took a long sip, and showed she was satisfied with a nice loud belch.

Outside the bar, where Diane was taking a drive, she noticed 6 familiar anthropomorphic animals inside the bar, drinking root beers, and hanging out with a gang.

Surprised by this, the Governor parked her car at the parking lot, and quickly entered as she marched towards the table where the Bad Guys were. She noticed the Bad Guys she knew looked like rebellious teenagers who like making trouble. She was more than shocked.

Trying to process what was going on, he peered forward, "Bad Guys?"

"So, Governor... what do you think of us now?" Wolf asked with sly looks as the rest of the Bad Guys smirked at her.

Diane quickly replied, "First, guys, it isn't Halloween. Second, you're not rebellious teenagers: so tell me what's going on."

Snake rolled his eyes while retorting, "Hey, I'm just being myself.

"Yeah, we're bad to the bone," Hornet added.

"Bad Guys, you might be bad, but I don't think all of your bones are bad," Diane then looked down at the two small bad Guys, "And Hornet, Webs, you don't have bones, either," she gestured the Bad Guys to get off their seats, "Out of the booth."

When the Bad Guys moved out of the booth, Diane faced them with a serious look on her face, and commanded, "I want you guys out of these clothes right now and I want all that makeup off your face. Then I want you to head back to your hideout, so I can meet you there, and we're gonna talk about this."

"Maybe we will, maybe we won't," Shark replied, trying to sound tough.

But when the Bad Guys saw the inquisitive look the governor had, the tough-gang act broke when they felt guilty for saying that to Diane,

"Maybe we will?" Wolf squeaked as he and the Bad Guys grinned sheepishly. They all quickly head out of the bar with Diane following them, and the customers from the booth watched them go.

Before Piranha followed his friends outside, he took out a bat, and swung it on a candy machine, making all the candy scattered all over the place, "We're still the Bad Guys, fudgers!" he shouted before swinging the door open, and headed outside.

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When the Bad Guys made it to their hideout, and they already changed back to their regular clothes, Diane paced around, looking disappointedly, and the group kept their eyes on the governor while she was pacing around.

Diane exhaled for a moment, and finally spoke, "You know what? Maybe the public was right. You guys are the most confusing criminals ever!" she then pinched the bridge of her muzzle, "I thought it is clear to you guys that you know what you're doing what you were meant to be, but it turns out you don't!" Diane sighed in relief, finally letting that all out of her, "Let's face it, guys. You've... you've evolved. You want to help people more than do crimes. You're not criminals anymore."

"That is not true!" Wolf snapped in denial.

"Why won't you just admit it?"

"Because we don't want to lose each other," Wolf admitted sadly.

This shocked Diane as she looked at a despondent Wolf before shifting her gaze to the other Bad guys, who had the same expression as Wolf had. In addition, Piranha offered a hand to Hornet, who also offered his other hand to Tarantula, gesturing that they don't want to let go of each other.

Diane could see the problem of denial here as she asked, "Do you really think that you would lose each other?"

If we don't remain bad like we used to be, what does that mean for us?" Wolf confessed, "Ever since we got out of jail, we tried to be good, but we still want to be bad because... this is who we are. When we balanced them together, the whole world was confused by us. We did good things, and it made us uncomfortable, but when we tried to be real bad, it didn't feel right. We don't know who we are anymore."

Diane glanced at Wolf, who felt distraught about his life's decision with his friends. She then sighed, and said, "Look, I know you guys are still adjusting, and still remain the same Bad Guys everyone knew because this is who you are as a team, but you shouldn't be too hard on yourselves figuring out what you were meant to be. I don't want you guys to compromise yourselves."

Snake got a chance to glance up at the fox, "You sounded like it's easy."

"Once I gave up being the Crimson Paw and wore that suit again, I still know what I want to be, and I followed it," Diane then sat down on the couch with the worried Bad Guys, "You will always have your image as the Bad Guys, and you will always have each other. You are all equals in this family, and that's why it's so great. The one thing I never had before. I mean, if you guys didn't leave each other when any of you want to go to the right paths, you're not leaving each other now. But you still have the freedom to create new images that represent who you are, not everyone else's expectations. And maybe if doing good all the time is a little too much for you, you can at least do good your way, even if it means balancing it with being bad."

Wolf looked at her, and said, "You're right, Diane. I think we need to set some boundaries about ourselves. We can't just follow the definition of good and bad if we want to be just ourselves."

"Yeah, it's too much to force ourselves to follow what was good and bad. Ugh, can't believe we listen to that guinea pig," Tarantula growled

This made Diane figure out the Bad Guys' current situation, "Is that what this is all about? You don't want to be just like Professor Marmalade?"

"His lessons are great, but he's awful," Shark stated.

"Terrible," Hornet added

"And we can't be framed by him!" Piranha yelled.

"He used our badness for his own benefit," Snake hissed, "No one should ever use us!"

"We don't want to be completely good, just like him, but we don't want to be totally bad now that everyone is slowly accepting us," Wolf confessed, "We're just scared that... we won't be ourselves anymore, and our family would fall apart like last time."

Diane rolled her eyes as she doubted that breaking the Bad guys would happen again, "Look, there's one lesson I learned from you guys last year when you broke up: As long as you're honest with each other, I know you will support each other to the end, even me. And I will support whatever you all want."

"But what if we don't know exactly what that is?" Shark inquired worryingly.

Wolf added on, "Yeah, look we don't want to a lot of crimes like we used to back in the days, and we don't want to fully change to goo, but, do I want to help people? Maybe. I don't know. it's just we haven't really let ourselves think about it. People are saying we're not criminals anymore, which is fine, like, whatever. Labels are lame. But we're not ready to identify as the other thing."

"Yeah, the "H" word," Snake clarified, not wanting to say the word.

"You know what? We're going to figure it out together," Diane reassured them by placing her paws on Wolf's, "But right now, I want you six to do what feels right for you and for everyone"

"I don't know, Diane. It's complicated if everyone or we want to do something so confusing," Hornet mentioned as he slouched down depressingly.

Diane smiled, "Hey, I heard that you use your vigilante jobs as community service and payment for your crimes, so keep doing that, and you'll be off the hook in each of your crimes."

The Bad Guys gasped excitedly, "Really?"

"Well, the whole city needs to be cleaned, so you guys would have an inside job. You guys know more about the criminal world than everybody, including me. So, we do need your knowledge to capture other dangerous criminals out there."

"And what's in it for us?" Snake held out his tail like he was asking Diane for something he needed to hold on

"I'll let you in on a little secret, you guys can do whatever you want..." Diane's sneaky grin turned into a regretful sigh, "Stealing, robbing banks, vandalizing, causing mayhem, hacking, whatever!"

"It's a deal then," Wolf smirked while extending a hand to the governor.

"Just don't do anything extreme and hurt anyone," Diane pleaded while shaking hands with Wolf.

"Diane, please, have you ever known the meaning of balance? Because that is what we're doing," Hornet stated.

"Yeah, and we won't commit crimes all the time. We still wanna take a break, and go out there like normal people," Shark added.

Diane sighed happily in relief while placing a paw on her chest, "Phew, now that's a relief. I'll talk to Commissioner Griffin about this. I know he'll disapprove, but I'll handle things out"

"Just never forget that deal!" Piranha recalled the deal a minute ago.

"Alright, alright," Diane reassured about the deal, and sighed as she looked at her watch, "I better get going. I'll see you guys tomorrow..." When she entered the elevator, she stared back at the Bad Guys, and said, "if I can," the elevator doors then closed in front of her.

When the governor left the hideout, it was the Bad Guys now, deciding what they should do with their lives. They had self-doubts about their decision, but they want to feel comfortable, not just for themselves, but also for the whole city of Los Angeles. Things got different every day when they do crimes during the day, and were vigilantes at night but they felt so same for them And their title as the Bad Guys, how will they maintain that?

The Bad Guys: Where do we go? Every day's the same
Did we lose our calling, calling, calling?
So ordinary, stuck on repeat
Gotta find the passion, passion, passion

The days go round and round, round and round
Gotta break away, find a great escape
Round and round and round
Round and round and round, ohh-ohh

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, let's find
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, let's find
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, let's find our calling
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, let's find
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, let's find
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, let's find our calling

Can I find the beauty in the simple things?
Can I learn to see it, see it, see it?

The days go round and round, round and round
Gotta break away, find a great escape
Round and round and round
Round and round and round, ohh-ohh

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, let's find
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, let's find
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, let's find the calling (Let's find our calling)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, let's find
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, let's find (Hey!)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, let's find the calling

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh

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The next morning, Chief Luggins was doing some paperwork as the board containing information about the Bad Guys was still behind her.

Just then, a cop burst from her door in panic, "Chief, the Bad Guys are here!"

"What do they want?" Luggins muttered irritatingly.

The chief of police was suddenly surprised. This was the 2nd time the Bad Guys came to the police station at their will. The other times were being called for them. Now that the Bad Guys just came by, it might be something serious.

While the other cops stared in shock, Luggins marched out, and turned to see the Bad Guys in their car.

"Hey, Chief!" Wolf called, "Is this your car?" he pointed to a police car in front of them.

"Yeah, why?" Chief answered.

Piranha then jumped out of the car, and landed on the hood with a baseball bat. When he skipped towards Luggins' car, he smashed the headlights with a bat, much to the cops' surprise as they knew how the chief would react.

Seeing that the Bad Guys wanted another pursuit, Chief Luggins tightened her hat, and chuckled sinisterly, "Oh, it's on!"

When Piranha jumped back into the car, the Bad Guys laughed as Wolf sped up the car ahead.

The cops jumped into their cars with Chief taking her now-broken one, and began to chase the group.

While they enjoy being chased, the Bad Guys still have to avoid getting caught. It's still part of the fun.

Just then, they heard statics sounds from their radio as a voice faded in for them to hear it.

"This is Officer Clayton from Squad Number 19! We've been pinned down! I repeat! We've been pinned down! We have three shooting suspects at the 99 Cents Store near San Pedro St! They are armed with Glock 19s and already whatever they can. One is badly injured, but they haven't killed anyone just yet. If anyone can hear this, we need available backup units nearby now!"

Knowing that the cops were too busy chasing them, they couldn't get to the suspects in time. Luckily for the Bad Guys that they had the cops on their tails, they can at least lead them to the crime scene. Knowing the location of the crime, Wolf steered the wheel, turning the car in the other direction instead of straight ahead.

The police noticed this, and got confused the pursuit wasn't on the right path.

"Wait, where are they going?" Chief Luggins inquired.

As Wolf drove the car to the street where the crime took place, up ahead, there was a pile of metal poles beside the street. Shark then extended his fin, and grabbed one of them. When he gave one to Snake, Wolf saw three gunmen standing at the store's entrance, shooting helpless citizens inside who were all hiding behind obstacles for protection. Wolf quickly turned the car around, and Snake popped his head and tail out of the window while carrying the metal pole with his tail. When they were closer, Snake readied the pole... and swung it onto the three gunmen's legs, knocking them down and dropping their guns.

Though curious about what was happening, the cops in the store sensed that everything was clear, so they came out from hiding, and rushed to the suspects to cuff them

Chief Luggins and the other cops arrived just in time when they followed the Bad Guys during the pursuit. Though they lost the sixsome, they managed to arrive to take the suspects to arrest them.

Chief Luggins and Officer Bob got off the car, and had the other officers who joined them to take the suspects.

"Huh, they stopped these crooks for us," Officer Bob said.

"I guess they're off the hook then," Chief Luggins replied before turning around to see the broken headlights of her car, "But they're still gonna pay for my car!"

The chief's voice echoed as the Bad Guys drove off laughing successfully for the intention of their new and adjusted life. They did bad, and they did good all at once, and it was nothing they regret.

"Now that's what I'm talking about!" Wolf exclaimed as the Bad Guys cheered loudly for themselves, happy for their deeds in both ways.

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Credits:

Sam Rockwell - Mr. Wolf

Marc Maron - Mr. Snake

Craig Robinson - Mr. Shark

Anthony Ramos - Mr. Piranha

Awkwafina - Ms. Tarantula

Rhenzy Feliz - Mr. Hornet

Zazie Beetz - Diane Foxington/The Crimson Paw

Brian Stepanek – Mr. Timothy Gardener

Allison Munn – Mrs. Angel Gardener

Jaime Moyer - Ms. Crownover

George Janko - Harold the handyman

Andrea Abbate - female nightclub customer

Brian Sommer - male nightclub customer

Kevin Michael Richardson - Bartender

Lilly Singh - Tiffany Fluffit

Alex Borstein - Chief Misty Luggins

Orlando Duenas - Officer Bob

Patrick Warburton - Officer Clayton

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Author
Rally9933

Co-Author
MasterClass60
TU4QU0I53T4IAN6L3

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Well, that is the end of the chapter. The Good Bad Guys remained as they are; being bad and good.

Special thanks to MasterClass60 for helping me with this chapter. She helped me a lot in this chapter. And thanks to TU4QU0I53T4IAN6L3 too for helping me make the end of the chapter.

Half of the chapter where the Bad Guys wanted to do good for a day (and the day after that) was inspired by the series, Nicky Ricky Dicky & Dawn, the Harper Quad-jobbers.

The part where the Bad Guys played as bad with new outfits in the nightclub was a reference from Full House, Claire and Present Danger

Diane's pep talk with the Bad Guys is based on My Little Pony, Once Upon a Zeppelin, and Harley Quinn, The Horse And The Sparrow

Find Our Calling was a parody song from the original song, Find The Magic by the Dazzlings in My Little Pony: Equestria Girls. The Bad Guys' song explained the concerns of their identity as both good and bad.

I have an announcement to all of you that this chapter is the MID-season finale of The Bad Guys season 1: Our Own Story. There will be more, but I decided to take a break from posting to work on the other chapters I planned to make for the rest of season 1. I might be off of posting for a week or two. So, I hope you had fun reading this for the first 20 chapters. Please leave any feedback or questions. Thank you!