Hey guys! Sorry I was been so lazy of making my own version of the Bad Guys movie with an OC insert, but I finally did it! I had the motivation in me to write it all along. It took a while, but I finally did it! Just like how I planned since the first trailer came out! So, for this story, my version of the Bad Guys movie would be a little the same, except that I had my OC here inserted, Mr. Hornet. I didn't write all of the scenes from the movie since not everything had changed for my version. The only changes were my OC being in the movie, and his point of view.
But you will enjoy this as much as you enjoyed my first Bad Guys story that happened after the event of the movie. So, have fun!
Outside, the two legendary criminals strolled down the sidewalk side by side. All around them, people veered away and skittered to hide their faces–the Bad Guys were well-known, and highly feared. Cars and trucks screeched to a halt, making it easy for the two to cross the street to the front doors of the Big Bank.
"Guinea pigs, huh? Wolf asked again. Seemed like an odd choice for a favorite snack. Who would pick a tiny little rodent over a nice, sweet piece of birthday cake?
"It's the Rolls-Royce of rodents," Snake said, flicking his tongue. All this talk of rodents was making him hungry–even though they'd just finished lunch. But then again, Snake was always up for a snack.
"Yeah," Wolf said, shaking his head, "But still a rodent. You know what I mean?"
Outside the Big Bank, the two friends admired the posters hanging on the building's windows. There were dozens of WANTED posters, all featuring Mr. Wolf and Mr. Snake's mugshots. Wolf nodded appreciatively–it felt good to be known.
"Don't mind us," Wolf said, flashing a charming smile at one of the people passing as they strolled through the bank's massive front doors, "Just robbin' this place."
As soon as they were inside, tucked safely into the air-conditioned building full of money, Wolf and Snake switched into autopilot. They'd pulled off so many of these heists over the years, it was almost too easy to do a job like this. Now, as they strolled up to the teller, the two Bad Guys each bared their razor sharp fangs and Wolf flashed his knife-like claws. The bank teller froze for a second, then screamed–loud and long–as soon as he realized what was any bank employee's worst nightmare.
Today, Wolf and Snake shared an amused look, then grabbed the bank's giant safe from behind the counter. In the next second, they fled. Everything was going exactly according to plan. The two friends exploded out the side windows of the bank and tossed the giant safe into the back of the Bad Guys' car.
The car was Wolf's pride and joy, a gorgeous sports car fit for celebrities–celebrities like the Bad Guys! Wolf slid into the driver's seat while Snake slid into the passenger's seat beside him, the safe snuggled on right on Snake's lap.
Wolf pressed the gas pedal and floored it. Zipping through the streets of Los Angeles, Wolf felt lighter than air. They had cash for days, his best friend was at his side trying to crack a new safe they'd just stolen, and the cops were hot on their tail. There was no better—or more satisfying—way to spend an afternoon.
"Go bad…" Wolf started, his smile spreading across his face.
"Or go home," Snake finished.
After a fast drive through the streets, Wolf then turned to his window to notice the viewers.
"Hey, you. Get over here."
But no one responded to it.
"A little bit closer."
Still nothing.
"Ooh, I know what it is," He drove the car closer to the viewers, "You're afraid, because I'm the… BIG BAD WOLF! I'm not surprised. I'm not surprised. I'm the villain of every story," he then turned his attention to Snake, "Isn't that right, Mr. Snake?"
Snake chuckled and responded, "Yep."
"Say hello to Mr. Snake!" While Snake worked on cracking the safe open, Wolf expertly guided the Bad Guy mobile through the streets. "Serpentine safe-cracking machine," Wolf mused, glancing over to watch his friend work, "Imagine Houdini but with no arms. The kinda guy who'll tell you the glass is half empty—then steal it from you." He grinned at Snake then veered around another crop of slow and stopped cars. Wolf continued to narrate their drive, as he zigged and zagged around traffic, "He's also my best bud. And today is… his birthday!"
Snake glanced up from the safe, "Not relevant."
"He's a sweetheart," Wolf called out to someone in a passing car. Then he smirked at his friend and said it directly to him, "You're a sweetheart."
Behind them, a parade of police cars filed into position, swerving and dodging pedestrians in their quest to finally catch this pair of legendary criminals in the act.
Hearing the sirens of cop cars, Wolf knew there would be a good chase on their tails, but he couldn't tell how far the cops were, not even his mirrors could. He also knew that not all cops will be behind them, but there will be obstacles ahead of them that neither Wolf or Snake knew. This is why they needed a little bit of help from above to see the view from below. Wolf activated his earpiece, and said, "How's the weather up there?"
Up above the city, one of the Bad Guys—Mr. Hornet—was watching the whole view of the streets. He was watching the whole gang this whole time, waiting if they needed reports of his findings about the view. He was wearing a special helmet with an insight vision display to get a better view where the Bad Guys' car would be, and collected information of how fast it was, which street they are now, and where they can go without getting caught by the cops, "Things are going smoothly, except there are coppers on your tail. And I remind you that we need to head to the streets to pick up our friends. We just need to move fast."
Finally, the cops were seen from Wolf's rear-view mirror as Wolf and Snake took a look at it.
"Well, look who's here," Snake mused, glancing back at the cops giving chase. It was always just a matter of a little more time before the Bad Guys got away.
"Took 'em long enough," Wolf laughed before talking through his earpiece, "Hey, kid! Why don't you get down here and join the party? We know our way out now."
Hornet nodded when he heard Wolf's instruction through his helmet. As he zoomed all the way down to the streets of the city.
"That's Mr. Hornet," Wolf grinned proudly, "Our look-out. He even acts as our spy. Want to get a closer look at your next obstacle? Then it's this guy. He possibly has the eyes of an eagle, watching everything around us at a bird's eye view. He always likes to check out all the different surroundings and locations we can use to make our grand heists and escapes."
Hornet's job isn't as fun as he thought it would be. While his friends did a lot of dirty work, all he had to do was to keep an eye on the gang while watching for intruders or cops that might catch up to them. He had a chance to steal stuff like his friends did, but Wolf didn't want to take the risk, and kept asking him to keep on a look-out. It was a bummer, but Hornet still kept his job seriously. He wanted to make his friends safe, and won't let them down by getting caught.
While he was catching up with Wolf's car, he snatched a red balloon from a baby in a stroller. The baby wailed to realize his balloon was gone, and his mother comforted him. When he finally made it to the car, he flew into Snake's window, and showed him the balloon.
"Here you go, Snake. Happy birthday!" Hornet smiled while pushing a button to lift the lens of his helmet open.
Snake just narrowed his eyes on the hornet with a balloon, and held its string, "Seriously? A balloon?"
"This is all I can find!" But Hornet knew Snake could be predictable when it came to giving something. He knew that Snake wouldn't appreciate the balloon. He didn't care though. He wanted to be thoughtful for him. You know what? I don't care what you say anymore!" Hornet snapped, "At least I tried to give you something for your birthday," he flew to the back seat.
Wolf laughed. Sometimes, it was an entertainment for him to see the beef between Snake and Hornet. He then scanned the road ahead, noticing a long string of red lights, with tons of traffic in every direction. There was no way they would get through that mess—without some help. Luckily, they had help, "Watch this: Three…. Two… one!"
Suddenly, these lights switched from red to green, ushering the Bad Guys through the jammed streets with ease. Wolf gave a little salute to their hacker pal—Tarantula—who was perched on a streetlight overhead. "Over here, Ms. Tarantula," Wolf cheered, "Our in-house hacker Our pocket search engine, our traveling tech wizard. But we call her… WEBS."
While the guys had done their thing and stolen the goods, Tarantula had been busy doing her thing: working on hacking the city's streetlight system to grant them easy passage during their getaway. Now, as the Bad Guys drove under her perch on the streetlight, Webs jumped down and dropped into the Bad Guys mobile.
For Webs, this had been a simple job. A basic hack. Nothing complicated. She was a total perfectionist and also preferred to juggle many tasks at once. And having eight legs made tackling multiple jobs at any given time a little easier. The best part of this particular hack? As soon as the Bad Guys drove through the green lights, the stoplights immediately switched back to red, stopping all the cars behind them and letting the cars going the other direction go. This clogged up all the intersections and kept the cop cars who'd been chasing them from getting through.
"Very slick, Webs," Wolf said admiringly.
"I also took over the police dispatch," Webs bragged, "Blurred their satellite imaging system, grounded their chopper, and…" She paused, glancing back over her shoulder, "One more thing."
Just then, a delivery driver on a scooter pulled up along-side their getaway car.
Snake glanced over, groaning as he realized what his friend had done. "You didn't."
"Very smart, Webs!" Hornet laughed, "Way to go irritating this guy's special day."
Webs snickered.
The delivery driver hollered out, "Special delivery for…" He glanced up, suddenly realizing who his clients were, "Ahhh! Don't eat me!" He flung the cake toward the car, his scooter swerving as he freaked out about how close he's been to the legendary Bad Guys.
Wolf calmly reached up and caught the cake with a free paw. Beside her, Snake grimaced at the sight of the giant birthday cake his friend had delivered to their getaway car, "Happy birthday, Mr. Grumpypants," Tarantula cooed.
Snake looked from the cake to Wolf and back to Webs in frustration, "I think I hate you," he told Webs.
Wolf was feeling better than ever as he turned left to lead the few remaining cops toward a construction zone. Their plan was still going exactly according to… well, according to plan. As they drove through the construction site, as soon as they'd passed, one of the workers gestured for a crane to lower a port-a-potty into the middle of the street. This blocked all but a small handful of the remaining cop cars.
Only a few left to ditch, and they'd be home free.
As the Bad Guys' car zipped past the construction worker, another one of the Bad Guys—Mr. Shark—hopped into the car beside his teammates. "Guys! It's me!" Shark said joyfully as he shed his uniform disguise, "I was the construction worker!"
"And this is Mr. Shark," Wolf said, offering his pal a huge smile and cheering, "Master of Disguise! Our apex predator of a thousand faces. His greatest trick's stealing the Mona Lisa disguised as the Mona Lisa."
Shark grinned, soaking up the praise and attention. He loved being part of the Bad Guys, and he really was a master of disguise. Stealing the Mona Lisa disguised as the Mona Lisa was a true highlight in his heisting career.
With Shark now squeezed into the backseat, things had gotten a bit squishy in the car. Shark was significantly bigger than the other Bad Guys and took up far more than his fair share of space.
"Watch it, Big Tuna," Snake hissed as Shark wiggled into his spot—which shovered Snake's seat forward and pressed him against the safe he was still working to crack, "I'm trying to work here!"
Shark relaxed into his seat, "Keep it cool, baby. Birthdays should be chill," He pulled out a birthday hat and candles, doing his own part to keep Snake's birthday celebration going full swing. Birthdays only came around once a year, so Shark, like Wolf, Hornet and Webs, felt like they deserved a major celebration. He shoved the candles into the cake and tied the party hat around Snake's slime head.
Based on Wolf's wolfish grin, there was one last trick up his sleeve, "And rounding out the crew…" he said as he swerved the wheel to throw one of the cop cars off track. He glanced in the rearview mirror just in time to see the glove box of one of the police cars pop open, revealing the final member of the team.
"Surprise!" Mr. Piranha shouted, leaping into the face of the nearest cop. He flipped and flopped around the inside of the police car like a Tasmanian devil, causing the car to swerve off course. At the precise moment, Piranha jumped out the window into another cop car. He jumped from cop car to cop car—causing mass chaos.
Shark, Webs, and Hornet looked at the back window and watched the whole chaos Piranha made.
"WHOO!" Hornet cheered, "THAT'S MY BEST FRIEND! YOU GO,BUD!"
"Is Mr. Piranha. He's a loose cannon with a short fuse," Wolf cried out, watching his pal do his best work, "Willing to scrap with anyone or anything," Behind them, Piranha continued to leap and jump in the air, now landing on the roofs of each of the cars pursuing the Bad Guys, "He's brave…" Wolf continued announcing, "He's fearless…" Eventually, Piranha bounced onto the windshield of the lead cop car, freaking out the driver, who slammed on his brakes and caused a massive pileup, "Who am I kidding? He's crazy!"
Moments later, Piranha pinballed up and through the air, landing in the Bad Guys mobile.
"Santo cielo," Piranha whooped. "That's a lot of popo!" He then held out his fist for him and Hornet to fist-bumped with each other.
"Piranha," Tarantula said slowly, "Did you forget something?"
"What?" Piranha asked. He's been pretty sure he'd taken care of all the cops in hot pursuit, but maybe he'd missed one? Nah.
"The present…" Shark prompted. He gestured toward Snake, still hard at work on the safe in the front seat, "You know."
"Oh! Um, of course I didn't forget…" Piranha said hastily, covering for himself. He'd totally forgotten the present. But then, his glance shifted to Hornet, "Hornet got the present! Right, amigo?"
Hornet rolled his eyes at his friend, "Uh, no. We went through this. Each of us should give Snake his birthday surprises. I volunteered for just one decor, which is the balloon. Webs got the cake, Shark got the birthday accessory, and Wolf went for companionship. You were supposed to get the present! And this…" he pointed at the balloon, "Isn't a group gift. It's my gift to him. You should have your own gift."
As his friends shot daggers at him with their eyes, Piranha ripped a tiny fart.
Webs shocked her head, "You know, you fart when you lie."
"Piranha cowered under her star, "I fart when I'm nervous."
"Yeah," Webs countered, "Nervous about lying!"
His tummy rumbled loudly as Piranha squeaked, "Sorry." Unable to stop it from happening, Piranha launched another fart—but this time it was a giant, silent-but-deadly one. Within seconds, the entire car filled with noxious green gas.
"PIRANHA!" The rest of the Bad guys screamed.
"Don't breathe it in" Wolf reminded the others.
"Shark started freaking out and flopped around in the backseat of the car, "I breathed it in!"
The rest of the Bad Guys coughed and stuck their heads out the windows, gasping for fresh air.
"Piranha, I know you're my best friend and all, but... YOU SMELL!" Hornet screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Oh, come on! You know how I am," Piranha shouted, "And if you weren't such a neat freak, you won't be complaining. Plus, you can't even smell a thing in that helmet."
"Yes I can! There's a way in," Hornet couldn't hold it anymore with the gas entering his helmet. He took off his helmet, and stuck his head out of the window.
As soon as the gas dissipated inside the car, Wolf looked around at his crazy collection of friends and thought—once again—about how lucky he was, "Yeah, they're a bit eccentrics," he muttered, continuing his little narration as the other Bad Guys continued to shrike and wail about the fart. "But," he said, chuckling, "When you're born us, you don't exactly win many popularity contest. Do I wish people didn't see us as monsters?" he wondered aloud. "Sure… but these are the cards we've been dealt, so we might as well play 'em."
Just then, Snake successfully cracked the safe. It clicked open, and Snake whooped with delight, "Jackpot!"
Laughing, Wolf spun the car and drifted between two buildings as the Bad Guys all grinned confidently and sinisterly. The car was now positioned right in front of the police station. The safe popped out in front of a gaggle of cops, who were all standing in front of the building. Every single pair of eyes turned to stare.
"What the thorax?" Tarantula gasped.
"Are you crazy?" Piranha gurgled.
"You're gonna get us killed here!" Hornet yelled in panic.
"What?" Wolf asked, winking, "I just wanted a longer car chase. It's the best part."
The chief of police glared at her suspect board of the Bad Guys. One of the other cops burst the door into her office, and said, "Chief… it's…"
"THEM!" The chief screamed. She burst out the front doors of the station. She was going to get her mitts on those horrible criminals one of these days. It was her life's greatest ambition.
"Webs," Wolf said, "Hit it!"
Tarantula pressed play on the stereo, and music blared out of the Bad Guys mobile as the team put their shades on, and they bopped their heads to the beat of the music.
"Get Them!" the police chief screamed.
The Bad Guys laughed joyfully as Wolf stepped on the pedal, speeding into the streets, and feeling excited for another car chase.
THE BAD GUYS
I like to give credits in advance to my two best friends/co-authors in the world, MasterClass60 and TU4QU0I53T4IAN6L3, for helping me make this story possible!