(upbeat jazz music)
- To the agency and crimes.
Boy, I sure hope none of
you are wearing wires.
Anyways, cheers!
(water splashing)
- All right, this is the yacht.
We're gonna go in there and
steal Midas's golden drum gun.
- I don't get it.
So does this golden drum gun kill people
in one magic shot or?
- Yeah, or does it have some
sort of reload ability power
so it never runs out of ammo?
- What, no, it's just gold and super cool.
Now, let's go.
(feet thudding)
(guard muttering unintelligibly)
Oh god.
(guard muttering unintelligibly)
- Wow, this guy's really
got a way with words.
(gun blasting)
- [Computer] Scanning, scanning!
Ugly default boy detected.
- Stupid technology!
(guard muttering unintelligibly)
All right, let's try this again.
(buzzing)
(beeping)
- Soon, we'll have bunkers
all throughout the island.
All of them connected through
secret underground tunnels.
(glasses clinking)
What's wrong, big guy,
not much of a drinker?
Geez, not even a courtesy sip, huh?
What, does your mouth
not work or something?
(hand slapping)
(upbeat soft rock music)
What the?
You, henchman, get him!
Jesus, I've been setup.
Oh, whatever.
I'll just have to handle this myself.
(gun blasting)
(feet pattering)
- Wow, Peely cleans up nice!
- Yeah, but it's not gonna
be nice cleaning Peely up.
(gun blasting)
(banana splattering)
- Come on, Ollie, let's get outta here!
- Ah, cute dog.
Can I give him a treat?
- Um, sure.
(beeping)
(swallowing)
(explosion blasting)
- Damn you, Default Squad.
Always sticking your nose into things
that aren't your business.
Why can't you drop into the Battle Royale
and let me commit my crimes in peace?
(smoke hissing)
- Damn it, he cloned himself!
- Now which Midas do we kill?
- Let's just kill them all, idiots.
(guns blasting)
- Hey, he's on the hull of the ship.
- Come on, just a little closer.
(rifle cocking)
- Don't move, Goldilocks!
- All right, you caught me.
But before you kill me, I
really have to use the bathroom.
- Sure, whatever.
(objects crashing)
- Better luck next time, rejects!
- Damn it, he got away!
- This is all your fault, Tanner.
- What are you guys so upset about?
This yacht is ours now!
And it's gonna be a kick-ass summer!
(energetic pop music)
