Sally: Hey. You okay?

Wile: No, I'm not okay. I'm very, very un-okay. (grumbles) Just left the only friends I have ever had, so what am I... (sighs) what am I doing?

Sally: (sighs) I know this isn't easy, leaving everything behind.

Wile: Do you?

Sally: Yeah. I was the best thief in the world. Fast, fearless, inventive. I just had one thing left to steal.

Wile: The Golden Dolphin. So you went after it.

Sally: I didn't just go after it. I had it. And a clear escape route. But... all I saw in the end was the tricky fox that they always told me I was. It changed everything. So, now, instead of hurting people, I'm helping them. (sighs) I'm still me. (chuckles) I'm just me on the right side. You're doing the right thing. And someday your friends, if they're real friends, I think they'll understand. Now, come on, let's get inside. You look like you just busted out of a prison. Trolls? (gasps)

BOTH: Creek.

Wile: Let's bounce. So this is the hideout of the great Crimson Paw. Snack break? Okay, oddly timed, but you do you.

AUTOMATED VOICE: Identity verified. Welcome, Sally.

Wile: Whoa! Holy moly!

Sally: (sighs) It's so good to be home.

Wile: Are you kidding me? Laser-sighted zip line? The XM-2400 radar jammer? No way.

Sally: I actually prefer the earlier model. Agree to disagree.

Wile: Uh, this stuff is nice, too.

Sally: Yeah, that's a blowtorch. Also, not really your color. All righty, Creek. What are you up to, you fuzzy little weirdo? We need eyes on the city. Let's see if we can't hack into the government's surveillance satellite.

Wile: But you're the governor. Couldn't you just ask?

Sally: Yeah, but... (splutters) the paperwork. I am definitely picking up on suspicious activity here. Those are troll heat signatures. Creek seems to be controlling them.

Wile: But to do what? There are no obvious targets. That's because they're moving targets.

Sally: (gasps) His charity fundraiser.

Wile: He's gonna steal the money raised in his own name? It's the greatest heist the world's ever seen.

Sally: $1 billion inside trucks, on their way to charities all over the city. We need to cut off Creek's communication with his troll army. If there's no signal...

Wile: There's no heist.

BOTH: We have to steal the meteorite.

Wile: That was very cute, that thing we just did there.

Sally: All right. Put on your big-girl pants. We're gearing up.

Wile: I wouldn't take that. Those things rip your pants right off.

Sally: Huh. Try wearing clean underwear. Just in case.

Wile: Wha... You stole my car? Respect. Let's do this.