What if instead of saving an old lady, Mr. Wolf meets a baby that makes him want to go good.
Never have there been 5 friends as infamous as The Bad Guys: Mr. Wolf, Mr. Snake, Mrs. Tarantula, Mr. Shark, and Mr. Piranha. But when the gang is finally...
The diner was quieter than usual, considering there should have been the afternoon rush. As always, Wolf and his buddy, Snake, had gotten their favorite table--the very best window booth-and the service was quick. Maybe even quicker than usual. They were just finishing up their meal, noisily chomping and slurping the very last dregs of their food and coffee, while debating an ever-important topic of conversation that came around exactly once each year: Snake's birthday.
"Stop," Snake insisted.
"I'll stop asking about it if you just explain it to me." Wolf said.
Snake glared at his friend across the table. What he really wanted was to grab a nice, wiggly,rodent dessert and get back to his favorite subject: their next Bad Guy heist. There was nothing he loved as much as stealing stuff.
"Would you please drop it?" Snake asked.
"Alright alright fine fine Consider it dropped," Wolf said, holding up his hands in surrender.
"It's dropped." He gestured to the floor and said, "It's on the ground."
"Good." Snake said.
He looked at his plate, trying hard to let it go. But he just couldn't understand Snake's reluctance to talk about his big day. Birthdays meant attention, and presents, and friends, and all kinds of other fun stuff. He snuck a peek at his pal and cried out, "But come on!
"Ugh" Snake groaned in annoyance.
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"Everybody loves birthdays. You've got decorations, balloons, parties ... and CAKE!" Wolf said.
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He smiled his most charming smile, but it wasn't enough to crack through his grouchy pal's sour expression.
Snake hissed. "Look I don't need presents, I don't want decorations, and I'm not a cake guy."
He gazed out the window, watching as people hustled to work and out for coffee meetings. Across the street was Snake's favorite view: the "Big Bank" which was also known as "The Bad Guys' Next Target. If there was one thing that could cheer him up, it was the prospect of stealing stuff. But Wolf didn't want to talk about that--his mind was stuck on one thing, and one thing only.
