Everything's changed.
Ripper beat us at our own game
and made good on her promise to get criminals off the streets.
The city rewarded her for it.
And worse, the governor's given her total authority.
To eradicate crime and make this a perfect city.
Yeah!
Even the small-timers have been swept up in her crusade.
Huh?
Wait! I could just put another quarter in!
Please!
Now the city's become unrecognizable.
Tiffany Fluffit live from the museum,
where, with no more crime, these guards are out of a job.
I need to feed my family!
That's rough.
Fortunately, as a crime reporter, my job is secure.
Wait...
The day of the statue heist was supposed to be the end of Ripper...
...the day The Bad Guys got back to our crime streak.
Instead, it was the day Ripper won.
Will we ever get out of here?
Will The Bad Guys ever be bad again? Will...
...you ever be quiet?
Solitary would be a vacation at this point.
Can we please just focus on finding a way to get out of here?
Way ahead of you. Sweet freedom, here we come!
Not so sweet.
We've got to get out of here. But how? Hmm.
Maybe I... Huh.
And then I could... [gasps] I've got it!
Everything we've tried has failed.
Technically, my tunnel escape hasn't failed,
it just hasn't succeeded yet.
Snake, tell me you've found a way out through the plumbing.
Nah, it's a closed loop.
But there is good news.
I can get to other cells through the toilet pipes and trade.
What do you want? Snack cakes? Hair gel? Ramen noodles?
Ooh! Toilet snacks!
I could hack our cell door if my computer wasn't locked up in evidence.
And the soap laptop I made isn't really working.
Once again, I would love to use some of that soap for a toilet shower.
I'm getting sticky in here!
Snake, maybe you can trade this for the real thing.
I'm good, but I'm not that good.
We need some primo stuff to trade for your real laptop.
Good morning, criminals.
And what a beautiful morning it is.
Outside, the city is more perfect than ever.
And in here, all of you are right where you belong.
Locked up forever.
You're lucky you're out there and we're in here.
Might as well get comfortable.
But not too comfortable.
It's about to get a lot more crowded in here.
Guard Gary? No!
Oh, what could that sweet dumpling of a man have possibly done
to deserve this?
He was found breaking into the museum at night,
after being fired.
You can fire me, but I'll never stop guarding.
Well, you broke in, so you're a criminal now.
And a criminal is all any of you will ever be.
But the rest of this city still has a chance.
A chance to be perfect,
now that I'm here to take out the trash and clean house.
- Oh, yeah? I'll clean your house. - Huh?
I mean, like, the big house, aka prison... because I'm gettin' us out of here!
Aha! Aha! I knew it!
I found a-a...
old toothbrush.
Yuck!
Ooh! I call dibs!
These chompers are starting to feel...
mossy.
Wait. We've got something here.
Aha! Toilet paper!
The most precious prison commodity of all.
Do you think you can trade it to get my laptop back?
Does a toilet in this hemisphere flush counterclockwise? You betcha.
Absolutely not.
But I really have to go!
Did you get it?
Wahoo! Yes!
What did I tell ya? You are lookin' at the toilet king.
All right, guys. Usually, we heist our way into places.
Today, we get out. Webs, how are those doors lookin'?
What doors?
Ripper's got this place on a tight schedule.
Too tight.
Everything happens the same way at the same time, every day.
And three, two...
Beep-boop-boop-beep-bop.
Bop-bop-boop-beep-mm-mm.
He learned to talk like a microwave oven?
Beep-boop-beep-bop-bop.
Beep-beep-boop-bop. Beep-beep.
I mean, uh...
Go, go, go!
Hey! Robo-bozo? Eat this!
Don't just stare. Get out of here!
I leave you in charge for one afternoon,
and you let The Bad Guys escape?
All because you were distracted by a little food mess?
I caught them once. I can catch them again.
But this time, I've learned from my mistakes.
I've been far too lenient.
Let me see your control panel.
Yes, I'm sure!
I'm cranking your sensitivity all the way up.
From now on, we won't just go after criminals.
We'll crack down on mischief, blunders, taboos,
and my personal pet peeve, faux pas.
I'd like to see The Bad Guys try to escape me now.
We escaped! Ha-ha!
Oh, the air is so pure out here.
Tastes like freedom.
You think Ripper has noticed that we're gone yet?
Who cares? I hope we never see her face again.
Locking us up, ruining our perfect crime streak.
So, what are we gonna do now?
What criminals like us always do.
Leave town, create new identities, start doing crimes somewhere else.
Ooh! Maybe I'll grow a mustache again.
Snake, your last attempt at a mustache was just like gross upper-lip molting.
And leave the city? Really?
Do we have to? That's sad.
We made a lot of memories in this place.
But what other option do we have?
There's still so much I wanted to hack into.
So much privacy I still haven't invaded.
There's the alley where I picked my first pocket.
And there's the alley where I got arrested for picking my first pocket.
And I see our old lair.
Can't believe I accidentally blew it up.
The old lair was over there.
Ah, I'll never forget it.
What if there's another way?
This place is part of us.
Uh, Wolf?
Think about it.
- Ripper doesn't know we escaped yet. - Wolf?
We've got the upper hand, the element of surprise.
Wolf!
God, boy!
C-Couldn't you guys wait a second and not undercut my whole speech?
Now I feel silly.
What do we do?!
Y-You got the wrong guy!
My name is... Johnny "The Stache" Tropicana.
Eh, well, it was worth a shot.
Get in!
Thanks for saving our hides back there. Ripper and her Bots have it out for us.
Ripper's not just trying to stop criminals anymore.
She's cracking down on anyone who isn't "perfect."
She's outlawed gum-chewing, staying up late, loud music,
untucked shirts,
pineapple on pizza.
Well, that one I kind of agree with. No one is safe!
Honestly, I miss your guys' antics.
There's not much for a crime reporter to do without crime to report on.
It's just fluff pieces and ribbon cuttings.
Oh, and she even banned oversized novelty scissors, so what is the point?
Ripper's not going to stop until the city is absolutely perfect,
so I'm getting out.
I can drop you guys anywhere you want, just not Barstow.
I never stop in Barstow.
Thanks for the offer, Tiffany,
and also for the mysterious personal revelation, but we're not leavin'.
We're not?
We can't stand by and let Ripper ruin our city
in some twisted vision of perfection.
You know, I thought we had to be the perfect criminals,
go on the perfect crime streak,
but now that that's been blown, I've realized...
So, we're not perfect.
So what?
Does that make us any less of criminals?
Yes.
No?
Maybe.
D, all of the above.
Trying to be perfect, you end up tossing out the good with the bad.
Exactly.
What I realized is that perfection...
perfection is a prison.
And a perfect city is just one big prison Ripper's trying to make.
But this is our city, and it's worth saving. What do you say?
We're in. But how are we gonna do this? I mean, Ripper's got an army of Bots.
I have an idea, but we can't do it alone.
Tiffany, before you go,
will you help us make the news bulletin of a lifetime?
Shark, Piranha, I need your help.
Sure thing, Wolf.
We're ready for anything after getting out of that dark, stinky, miserable prison.
I'm sending you back to that prison.
J-Just temporarily.
I need you to break out the other group so they can help us.
It took us ages to figure out how to get out of that place.
And no offense to the Fin Bros, but we're not the smartest fish in the barrel.
Facts.
I already hacked the security system.
The prison blocks all signals inside, so you won't be able to reach me on comms.
But you just need to enter this password into the central computer
to open all the cell doors.
It's easy. You can't screw it up.
Don't tell me what I can't do!
All right, team, let's take down Ripper and save our city.
Is it always this fun being bad?
No wonder you do this for a living.
Ripper Bot. We need to sneak in and disarm it.
Steady. Steady.
Steady...
Why am I the one holding you?
I know I'm the muscle, but you're five times bigger.
- You almost got us caught! - My bad. Won't happen again.
Okay, Webs already hacked the system,
so we should be able to get in with that password she gave us.
- Hand me the paper. - What? I thought you had it.
No, that was your job.
I disagree, Fin Bro. But we don't have time to argue.
The password was something really easy to remember,
so we just have to remember it.
Hmm.
All I can think about is the word "burger." Is the password "burger"?
My brain is just like a-a big neon sign flashing, "Burger! Burger! Burger!"
It's not "burger."
It's something else. It's a... Hmm.
Maybe it is "burger."
Dang!
I could have sworn.
Should we try "burger-burger"?
Oh, that's definitely it.
I've hacked Ripper's announcement system. It's go time.
- Ready? - Ready.
No running, skipping, or jumping.
And remember,
mixing stripes and plaid will not be tolerated.
Let's all be more like me, to make a more perfect c--
Hi. It's me, your favorite neighborhood criminal.
Or, at least, I used to be, before Ripper tried to get rid of us.
Maybe, at first, you thought that was a good thing.
But how does it feel now that Ripper's made criminals out of all of you?
In her twisted mission to make everything perfect,
she's lost sight of perfectly good enough.
Because nobody's actually perfect.
We're all a mash-up of good and bad parts mixed together.
Be honest, do you really want to be perfect all the time?
That's boring.
Isn't it more fun to stay up past curfew?
Wear white after Labor Day?
Eat dessert before dinner?
Press all the buttons on the elevator?
Shake up a soda can, man!
Chew with your mouth open.
Rock socks and sandals.
Don't use your indoor voice.
"No shirt, no shoes," no problem.
That's right.
You may not be perfect, but who cares?
You're one of us.
Find a way to turn this nonsense off!
You see, perfection is a prison, and it's time to break out.
We're all counting on you.
For the good of the city, be a little bad.
All right, everyone.
Clearly, a criminal element is still afoot.
But not for long.
Now, back as you were.
And no gawking! That's against the rules.
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
Shakey soda? Nuh-uh-uh.
Bots!
No!
Find me those Bad Guys.
Okay, so it's not "burger," "burger-burger," or "hamburger."
D-Do we try "burger-ham"? Is that nuts?
I mean, what even is a burger? A protein surrounded by carbs.
So, is a burger a sandwich?
Is it a taco?
Is a calzone a burger?
Is the password "calzone"?
Snap out of it!
We have to figure this out!
Our city and everyone in it is depending on us.
Hey, what's that?
What's what? Huh?
So, funny story. Turns out, I did have the password this whole time.
"Webs'-Password-This-Is-A-Good-Password- Good-Job-Webs."
Let's blow this joint!
Wahoo!
Fin Bros!
Who wants dessert
before dinner?
Whoa!
Those Bots look more fried than me after an epic sunbathing sesh.
Guess Ripper shouldn't have made 'em so sensitive.
There's no way they can keep up with all this.
Hey, you! Look here!
I'm a criminal
who just sprung out of prison!
And I also just escaped prison,
but I did it without wearing clean underwear.
I put down drinks without coasters.
I eat my burritos middle out.
Gnar-gnar.
Where are they? You said they were spotted over here.
Oh, hey.
We were just about to burp the alphabet. You guys want in?
Those aren't The Bad Guys!
We are all The Bad Guys!
See? What did I tell ya? Those little Bots of hers can't keep up.
The city's with us. But how do we take down Ripper?
Now comes the fun part, my fine finned friend.
We get to do what we do best. Be bad.
Hold on to your breakfast!
We got company!
I was wondering when we might run into you.
Hello, Bad Guys.
Boy, you really love living up to that name, don't you?
Let's see.
So far, I have you for breaking out of prison,
hacking my audio-visual equipment,
wearing white after Labor Day.
Disgraceful.
You guys like? I think I'm gonna keep it.
- Real sharp. - Ooh, yeah. I like it.
Enough! I'm taking you back to prison, where you belong.
Bots!
Hmm. Okay. I guess you could do that.
But I have a feeling you're gonna have trouble
calling off this little situation without us.
We have a proposal that could work for all of us.
I think you'll find these terms agreeable.
We'll see about that.
You think you're so funny.
But we'll see who's laughing when you're back behind bars.
Nobody! Because laughing's against my rules!
Oh! Did you just litter?
Pretty sure that's against the rules.
A nasty thing to do.
Even I don't litter.
Yeah. Protect the environment, yo!
Wait. No. You tricked me.
I don't know, Shark. What do we think?
Beep-boop-boop-boop-beep.
Hey, you work for me. Stand down.
Don't make me get nasty, Bots.
Eat darts!
Well, that backfired. Literally.
Bye, Ripper.
A crime is a crime, and a criminal is a criminal.
But some of us are better at it than others.
With Ripper locked behind bars thanks to her own "zero strikes" policy,
the city has finally returned to being perfectly imperfect.
The museum is even opening a new exhibit
on Famous Rule-Breakers Throughout History.
And guess who gets to cut the ribbon!
Bring me the giant scissors!
Whoo!
Nice work, everybody. We got our city back.
And great call on the burgers, guys.
- Anytime. - Mm. Had a craving, for some reason.
I'm just glad we don't have to leave town.
I've grown to like doing crimes here with you bozos.
Maybe I will grow that stache.
- It's so upsetting. - Don't do it, man.
- I wouldn't. - We'll call that a "maybe."
So, uh, Wolf, what do we do now?
How about a good old-fashioned heist?
It's crime time.
And from now on, nothing's gonna slow us down.