Hello readers! It's been a while since I've done a fanfiction since COVID-19 and I have so many stories to catch up on (if I can). But right now, all I could think about was this story. This story takes place during the events of the Bad Guys movie but only different and I hope you like it. Anyway, enjoy this first chapter!
THE BAD GUYS: CATCH THAT KID!
The Bad Guys come up against a 7-year-old boy prodigy. But the question is…who's hunting who?
Cast:
Sam Rockwell as Mr. Wolf, a witty, charming, pickpocket gray wolf and the leader of the "Bad Guys" gang, who also acts as the crew's getaway driver. He can also break the fourth wall to address the viewers about certain things.
Marc Maron as Mr. Snake, a sarcastic and cynical safe-cracking eastern brown snake, Mr. Wolf's second-in-command, and best friend.
Awkwafina as Ms. Tarantula, a sharp-tongued and sarcastic expert hacker redone tarantula also known as "Webs", the smallest and only female member of the gang.
Craig Robinson as Mr. Shark, a childish and sensitive master of disguise great white shark and the biggest member of the gang.
Anthony Ramos as Mr. Piranha, a Bolivian red-bellied piranha, the short-fused, loose-cannon "muscle", and youngest of the gang. Mr. Piranha has a tendency to fart when he lies.
Zazie Beetz as Diane Foxington, a red fox governor who is later revealed to be the former lady thief "Crimson Paw" and Mr. Wolf's love interest. She is also the adoptive mother of Boy.
Richard Ayoade as Professor Marmalade IV, a wealthy guinea pig philanthropist who is the main antagonist of the story.
Alex Borstein as Misty Luggins, the hot-tempered human chief of police who is determined to arrest the Bad Guys at any given notice.
Lily Singh as Tiffany Fluffit, a local human news reporter with the tendency to exaggerate her reports.
Judah Mackey as Boy/Alec, a lonely but clever 7-year-old human boy who devises elaborate traps and bamboozles. He first acted against the Bad Guys but afterwards he ended up bonding to the team after bonding. He, too, can also break the fourth wall to address the viewers just like Mr. Wolf.
Nathan Lane as Seymour Butz, the eccentric manager of the LACPS who despises Boy
Chapter 1:
It was a dark stormy night in California in the year 2015. Rain was pouring down from the sky with lightning performing a light show beneath the clouds. The streets were empty, no lights were shown in any of the apartment buildings, and everyone was fast asleep. It was indeed a quiet rainy night. Well…I wouldn't think so for long.
There were faint footsteps in the distance. Sooner the footsteps started pacing a lot faster until it started to become running. Drenched coats and heavy pants echoes throughout the night as a young couple ran down an alleyway. The man was running with a Glock in his right hand with a duffle bag strapped around his left side; the woman running had something wrapped in her arms in a blue blanket that wailed through the echoes.
"Are they still following us?" The woman cried, darting her eyes in every direction
"Don't talk just run!" The man shouted
Eventually, the couple stopped behind a Camaro parked on the side of the road. The man pulled the keys out of his pocket and pressed the button to unlock the doors. With a beep and a click, the two flung open their doors and got in as quickly as possible. Breathing rapidly, they were both out of breath. Sitting in their drenched clothes, the man pulled out his phone to check on the news.
The man turned to his wife. "Well, the good news is…we got away just in time. The bad news is…they know who we are and what we've done"
The woman looked fearfully at her husband. "What are we going to do, Roger?"
"There's only one thing to do, love" Roger said, "We're gonna leave town and never going to come back"
"But what about our future here, Roger? What about our baby? What will he think of us as he grows" the woman asked
Roger gently grasped his wife's face with his hands. "Our future here was a mistake! We did a bad thing. Probably one of the worst bads we've ever done. We need to think about what's best, Becca. There's always a choice to be made. It's him…or us"
Becca looked down at the small bundle in her arms, then looking back at Roger. Inside the blue blanket, she was running with, revealed the crying infant who was wailing. She tearfully looked back at her husband and closed her eyes in sadness. She knew there was only one way to protect their son and it had to be done.
The scene changes with the Camaro stopping in front of an orphanage. Becca then quickly gets out of the car and runs towards the entrance, climbing up the stairs, and stopping in front of the door. She gently placed her baby down on the 'Welcome' mat. The baby was seen to be all cuddled up in his new blue blanket so that he wouldn't get cold. Once seeing her son was settled, she quickly looked behind her seeing Roger who was gesturing her to hurry up. Becca kneeled down and stroke her baby's forehead with a warm smile.
"It's going to be okay, sweetie" Becca assured. "You're safe now"
The baby cooed as he stared into the eyes of his mother. Her own eyes reflected worry and sadness. This was the hardest thing a mother could do to her own child. But she had to keep him safe…even if it means giving him up.
Tears began streaming down her face as she kissed him on the forehead.
"I'm sorry…I'm so sorry…Mommy loves you…be the good boy that you are" Becca whispered, tearfully. "Be the good boy that you are, Alec"
Becca rang the doorbell and quickly headed back to the Camaro as she flung open the door and got in. With that, the couple drove off leaving their child's future in his own hands.
7 years later…in 2022
Time has passed and it was a new age. We all know the big city that everyone loves to talk about and be a part of the experience of a lifetime which is Los Angeles, also known as LA. It is one of the most known cities in California and around the world where people's dreams come true. LA is best known for its beaches, entertainment, amusements, and the people around the city. It's also known as "The City of Angels", which is the Spanish word for "Angeles". It's one of the second most popular cities in the United States after New York (or so they say). From the sports games, to the concerts, to the famous celebrities walking the red carpets brung so much excitement to people and to be honest…it's all a load of garbage!
The scene appears at sign next to a building called LACPS as in 'Los Angeles Child Protective Services.' The camera pans in on the building and as the next scene shows an office room door with a name label that said, 'Seymour Butz: Child Protective Services Manager.' Inside the office, we see Seymour stirring his coffee with cream and sugar as he was ready to start his day at work. Once he took a sip, he felt his taste buds with satisfaction.
"AHH" Seymour sighed, heavenly. "Finally, I get some peace and quiet for once this morning"
Unfortunately, the peace broke when the phone on his desk jangled loudly, scaring him and causing him to spill his hot coffee all over his suit and tie.
(SEYMOUR YELPS)
(COFFEE SIZZLING)
Seymour made an angry look on his face and rolled his eyes to the receiver. "Hmm! That phone!"
He picks up the receiver and begins talking, "Los Angeles Child Protective Services, Butz speaking"
"Hello, have you got anything on tonight?"
Seymour shook his head, "No, not a thing"
"You'll catch a cold. Good-bye"
(PHONE HANGS UP ON THE OTHER LINE)
Seymour showed a sign of confusion before he angrily smacked the phone back on the landline and slapped his hand over his forehead.
"Every day, every week, it's the same thing! Will someone just put a gun in my mouth and pull the trigger? They'll be doing me a favor!" Seymour angrily said, to himself
Soon a reception desk lady enters Seymour's office by slamming the door open as she looks at her boss with a stern look. Seymour looks at her with confusion.
"What do you want now?" Seymour rudely asked
"Sir, he's back again" the old lady, replied
Seymour had no idea what she meant before his face fell to sudden realization of who 'he' really was. He sighed and pinched his forehead with irritation.
"Tell me it's not who I think it is" Seymour asked
The old lady expression stayed stern and she nodded, "Sadly, sir, it is"
Seymour sighed with defeat, "Send him in"
The old lady then opened the door and called out, "Get in here boy, right now!"
A small six-year-old boy enters into the office. The boy appeared to have messy brown wispy bang hair and brown eyes with clothes consisting a red hoodie, a yellow shirt, blue jeans, and a pair of light gray sneakers. He also carried a green backpack with him at all times.
The boy took a seat as the old lady closed the door behind her. Seymour stared at the child for a brief moment while the boy smiled and waved to him.
"Hello butt-head" the boy greeted
"Alec, how many times do I have to tell you? My name is Mr. Butz, not…" Seymour informed
"Butz, butt-head, it's the same thing. I can call you a Big Dummy if you like" the boy confirmed, "And my name is Boy"
Seymour grunted, "Seriously, what's wrong with your real name?"
"That is none of your business and I'd like it to stay that way, thank-you very much" Boy replied, crossing his arms
Seymour's temper was beginning to build up but he calmly took a deep breath and said, "Okay, you know what, I'm just going to cut to the chase already. Nine months—it's been nine months since I used every ounce of my influence to get you into a good foster home"
"Actually, nine months and six days in the last four years, but who's counting?" Boy replied
"Shall we take account of your progress then?" Seymour asked
Boy nodded, "Definitely"
Seymour took out a file with Boy's name on it and pulled out a report sheet and began reading to the small child.
"According to these reports, it says that you've been kicked out of at least five foster homes for home destruction and endangerment, banned from three private schools for hacking their school computer networks. Not to mention you've been accused of fraud, false impersonation, including theft…in the last six months" Seymour pointed out
"You gotta admit that's a new record" Boy admitted
"They're crimes. Worst on record!" Seymour confirmed, angrily
"And yet, I get away with it scot-free" Boy replied, smirking. "After all, I'm just a kid"
"Oh really? Charles White Elementary School ~ two years ago ~ sixteen 6th graders and four teachers ended up in the hospital because of your wax stunt" Seymour reminded
"Hey, it was supposed to be a harmless prank. Besides, no one really died" Boy confirmed
"A teacher ended up in a coma! The school district was going to sue me!" Seymour argued
"Almost" Boy retorted
Seymour's anger was sizzling and something inside him wanted to erupt like a volcano. He slams his fists hard and swipes everything off his desk onto the floor. He wanted to choke the life out of that kid but it would cost him his job. He's been dealing with him from day one and it's been getting worse every day for the past eight years. He wasn't entirely a cruel man but a frustrated one. All he wanted to do was to give children a chance to find happiness in their lives with parents who would give anything to give a child their love. Although Boy here…didn't want any of that.
Seymour breathed in and out and calmly sat down in his chair and said, "Boy, I just don't understand you. For as long as I can remember you've made my life…well, you made my life a living nightmare. Every day for the last seven years, I wake up and find myself looking in the mirror realizing that nothing is going to get better. Not just because of the world we live in…but because of you! Because you never make anyone's life easier for me! You are a bad seed! You act as if the whole world is against you and you never seem to take upon the good advantages of life. Have you ever considered that maybe being bad is no fun at all?"
Boy rolled his eyes, smirking. "Yeah, I maybe bad…but I'm so good at it"
Seymour's eyes fell and his face clenched with madness once again; slapping his hand over his forehead. It was about time he did something about him.
"Okay, that's it! I didn't want to have to do this but you leave me with no other choice" Seymour said, picking up the phone as he began dialing a number
Boy rose a brow at Seymour curiously wondering who he was calling this time. Probably another foster home? Or an orphanage maybe?
Seymour waited for someone to pick up from the other line until someone answered his cry for help. He eye-balled the child in front of him as he had an evil smile on his face.
"Hello? Police department?" Seymour asked
Boy's eyes widened with horror.
"Yeah, this is Seymour Butz of 'Los Angeles Child Protective Services.' Listen, remember that delinquent you asked who's been terrorizing orphanage to orphanage for the past five years. Well, let's just say he turned himself in right to me. He's in my office now. We'll have him restrained until you get here. Make it snappy!" Seymour said, through the phone, and hung up
"Police? W-What's happening right now? Butt-head?" Boy demanded
Seymour cackled, "You didn't really think I wouldn't keep the police informed of your little daily agenda? I keep records for a reason"
Boy gasped, "So you ratted me out?"
Seymour laughed evilly as he got up close into the child's face making Boy feel very uncomfortable. "Looks like every dog has his day"
"You won't get away with this!" Boy said
"Too bad, so sad!" Seymour cackled, evilly. "Who's the Big Dummy now?"
Seymour quickly stormed out of his office, closing the door behind him plus locking it shut. Boy quickly got up and headed to the door but it was too late. He twisted the knob but it was locked tight. He banged and yelled from the inside.
"Let me out, let me out, let me out!" Boy screamed
"The authorities will be here in a few minutes. So you better say for prayers, kiddo, because your luck just ran out!" Seymour replied, evilly
Boy continued banging his fists on the door, but it was no good. He was trapped like a rat. The child tried to find something to pry the door but what would he find in an office full of donuts and snack cakes? He could break the glass through the office door but Seymour would already catch up to him. He could try sneaking through the vent but he wouldn't be tall enough to reach it. This was no good. However, the only escape route he could find was the window behind Seymour's chair. The child smiled as he rushed over to unlock and open it. But before leaving, he first glanced to Seymour's coat which had his wallet and the kid pulled out $200 cash; then he noticed the animal cage right next to the window. Inside the cage was Seymour's pet guinea pig who looked pleadingly at the boy.
Boy smiled at the furry creature. "You wanna come with me?"
The guinea pig squealed with delight. Boy walked over and unlocked the cage, picking up his new little traveler, and placed him on his shoulder.
"Butt-head was never good at taking care of pets anyway" Boy said
The small boy then unlocked, opened, and hopped out the window as the two began their new life together…a new life of crime.
The next scene starts off in a diner booth, where a newspaper called The City Times lies idly on the table. The headline for the front page reads that a heart-shaped meteorite will be displayed at the Gala of Goodness a year after it crash landed in the city.
There, two patrons, an anthropomorphic canine named Mr. Wolf, and an anthropomorphic reptile named Mr. Snake are seated. The two are seen having coffee, arguing about an unknown topic.
"Stop" Snake said
"I'll stop if you just explain it to me, because I don't…" Wolf said before he was interrupted by Snake
"Would you please just drop it?" Snake asked
"All right, all right, fine, fine, fine, fine. Consider it dropped. It's dropped. It's on the ground" Wolf replied back
"Good" Snake said
But Wolf couldn't help himself as he smiled and said. "But, I mean, come on, everybody loves birthdays"
Snake groaned with annoyance
"You got decorations. You got balloons. You got parties and cake" Wolf explained, listing off all the great things that come with birthdays
But Snake, however, shoots everything down, "Look, I don't need presents, I don't want decorations, and I'm-I'm not a cake guy"
"Seriously, though, you don't like cake?" Wolf asked. "Name one food better than cake"
"Guinea Pig" Snake replied, with a smile
Wolf groaned, "Oh, again with the guinea pig. I bet if I blindfolded you, you wouldn't be able to tell the difference between a skunk and a guinea pig"
"Wrong" Snake corrected him. "Snakes have impeccable taste buds. I can taste air"
"Air?" Wolf asked
"Yes, air" Snake replied, as he started slurping his tongue out
(SLURPING)
"Mm. Nice" Snake said, smiling
"I don't know. They're a little, uh…cute for my taste" Wolf said, as he leaned on the other side of the table
"That's what makes them so delicious. You're not just eating food. You're eating pure goodness. It's not about the pig. It's about what it symbolizes on a deeper level" Snake explained while Wolf looked at him with a confused expression
"So, you can…you can taste air?" Wolf asked, pointing at Snake
Snake groaned
"What else you got?" Wolf asked
"Forget about it" Snake replied
"W-W-Wait! Can you also hear color" Wolf asked
Snake groans again
Wolf chuckled, "Can you see sound?"
"All right, all right. Okay" Snake said
"Cause we should really be capitalizing on these skills" Wolf said
"Okay, all right, fine. Get it all out. Get it all out now" Snake said
"Okay, okay" Wolf said
Suddenly, Snake coughed, and an alarm clock came tumbling out of his mouth. He hit the button, silencing the beeping, and glanced at the clock face.
"Look at that: 4:00 pm" Snake announced. "Now I know the exact moment our friendship died"
Snake could pretend to be a grouch, but Wolf knew there was a soft underbelly on him somewhere.
Wolf laughed, "Let's bounce"
"Yep" Snake said, swallowing the alarm clock back down again
The two animal patrons exited their booth and as the scene pans out to the entire diner, it is revealed that the human patrons, including the employees, are terrified of the two, and they cower behind the diner to avoid any interaction.
"Tastes like, um, you're gonna stick me with the bill… again" Wolf said
(PEOPLE GASPING)
"Well, it is my birthday" Snake said, as he and Wolf start walking
"So now you play the birthday card. That's interesting" Wolf said, as Snake chuckled
Wolf pays for their coffees, "Can we get a check, please, when you get a chance? Hello? Checkity-check-check"
"You know what? We're just gonna leave the money right here, okay?" Wolf said, as he put a dollar bill on the table and a few dollars in the tip jar
Snake just shook his head listening to his friend trying to persuade the people to know he's trying to be friendly towards them when he only knows that he'll always be feared by the humans based on his image. The poisonous snake picked his teeth with a toothpick before spitting it on the ground.
"You know the one good thing about this place?" Snake asked
"What?" Wolf asked
"We never have to wait for a table" Snake answered
"Well, isn't that every place?" Wolf reminded him
Snake turned to a group of customers who were cowering in a corner, hoping not to be noticed.
"Hey, man, how have you been? I haven't seen you in a…SNAKE ATTACK!" Snake said, jumping in the air bearing his fangs at a group of patrons
Doing that always gave Snake a laugh. Before they got to the door, Snake hissed at all the other losers huddled into corners and under tables. Everyone scrambled to hide deeper in the shadows, shaking with fear.
"Ooh!" Snake whooped as they passed the front register. "Mints!" He swallowed the whole thing down, including the bowl
"Sorry, folks, I'm switching him to decaf" Wolf called out to the other restaurant patrons, trying to make nice
They were criminals, the Bad Guys, but that didn't mean they had to be bad guys.
Snake slithered to the door next his friend and they both said together, "Okay, let's do this"
The two pushed it open, exiting into the busy afternoon. They had a job to do, of course.
Well, that's it for the first chapter! Please leave a review and stay tuned for the next chapter soon!