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"You criminals!" yelled the captain.

The bank was cleaned out.

Only thing left was...

a banana peel on the ground.

We were dealing with a crime genius.

- Whoa! - Whoa!

What are you doing?

Oh, just listening to a podcast.

It's called Master Criminals.

This season's the Banana Peel Thief,

a famous criminal who always left

a banana peel behind at the scene.

Never caught to this day.

Cool story.

Wonder if we've got what it takes to be master criminals.

I mean, I've been to jail. No biggie.

That's so hardcore.

I'm always breaking the rules too.

It'd be so cool to be master criminals.

I practically already am.

Being criminal is not cool.

Running away every day, always afraid of police.

How do you know, Halmoni?

Oh, trust me.

I know.

Banana Peel Thief!

Let me see.

Okay, jeez.

Oh, it's Chuck.

Whoa, what is he doing?

Is that a bag?

Looks heavy.

You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?

No, what are you thinking?

Lil, Chuck is obviously up to something shady.

If we help him, they'll make an episode

about us for Master Criminals.

- Jack, that's genius! - Hey, Chuck!

- You need help with that? - Huh?

Sure, just, uh... get over here quick. Hurry up.

Thanks again, kids, but, uh,

let's just keep this our little secret.

I gotta run and take care of this, so...

Hold on, Chuck. We can still help.

- Especially if it's dangerous. - Or illegal!

Seems like this ain't your first rodeo.

All right, get in.

Oh, man! What does "take care of it" mean?

I don't know, but from here on out,

we're all in.

We're the Duffel Bag Delinquents.

Oh, dude, that's such a good name.

You in?

♪ Me and you ♪

♪ Together we can't lose ♪

♪ Me and you, me and you ♪

The day was like any other

in the mundane town of Canyon Valley.

- What are you doing? - Recording some material

for our episode of Master Criminals.

Oh, dude, that's such a good idea!

Lil was wearing her typical basic beanie and ugly sweater.

Dude, did you fart?

Wait, did I?

Ah! I think it's the bag.

It smells like something rotting.

Oh, man, what if it's, like...

stolen cheeses?!

Or, like, bootleg manure!

Yeah! Or, like, a dead body!

You don't think Chuck...

Chuck? Psh, no way.

Come on, move it!

I don't got time to kill!

Whoa!

- Ew! Ew! - Ew! Ew!

Pit stop numero uno.

Yeah, Jack, hand me that tape.

Why are we buying all this stuff, Chuck?

Because that's the only way to really clean things up.

Oh, I know it.

So, uh, just to clarify, by "everything," you mean...

Hey, what was that?

Uh... what?

That, behind you.

I, uh... I, uh...

Over there!

There's a sale on shovels!

Oh, man, those are all-- Look at that!

Phew! That was way too close.

Hey, we can't back out, remember?

- All in, right? - Right.

They approached a very dark and secluded alley,

one where no one would probably enter

except for us.

Pit stop dos.

Gotta meet my connect, Dirk.

I call him "The Cleaner."

Ah, speak of the devil.

Hey, man.

Dirk, I want you to meet Jack and Lil.

They're my newest partners in crime.

Can you trust 'em with a job this messy?

Yes, uh, Mr. Dirk, sir.

Super trustworthy. Jack's been in jail.

Huh. You know, I used to help Chuck

on his "dirty errands," just like you.

Aw, it's like I'm lookin' at my younger self.

How flattering.

All right, Chuck, I got what you need.

Go there.

They'll know what to do with the bag.

Always do.

There were other bags?

- Peace! - Bye, Jack.

Whoa.

Was not expecting our next stop

to be in the fancy part of town.

As my momma always says,

"The rich know how to take care of their 'dirty laundry.'"

Uh, almost forgot. Uh...

Get out and take the bag.

Back in five minutes.

As seconds turn to minutes and minutes turn to hours,

the Delinquents were faced with the cold, hard truth.

He ditched us, set us up!

Left us holding the bag!

Of course! All criminals double-cross each other.

The Banana Peel Thief did it to their crew.

Oh no, oh no!

Now Chuck's crime is gonna be pinned on us!

Think anyone's onto us?

- Hmm... - Hmm...

Jack, we can't just run around with this bag forever.

You're right. We have no other options.

Let's dispose of the evidence.

What were we thinking? We're way out of our league!

I know, but as long as we got each other's backs,

we'll be fine.

Right, 'cause neither of us

would ever... double-cross each other.

Especially since we know what we're capable of.

And it would be... so easy.

There's already a hole.

Hey, what are you kids doin'?

- Scatter! - Run!

Wait, why are you runnin' off?

I just wanted to see if I could...

Oh, what is this?

What is that smell?!

What are we gonna do? I can't go back to jail.

They're not taking me that easy.

Come on! I know who can help us.

Okay, she said meet here

and caw like a crow?

Oh, we gotta do the thing!

Yeah, that was a one-time thing. Not happening.

Lily, do the thing!

- Fine. Sha-sha-sha! - Sha-sha-sha!

Welcome back, Ravens.

Here, put these on.

Fake mustaches, hand-drawn passports?

- What is all this? - Don't you get it?

You're criminals! You need to head for the border.

If you can get to the next town,

you two can't be extradited back for your crimes.

What's "extradited"?

Now, this is very important.

You can never... come... back.

I guess I'll have to adopt a new persona.

Hi, I'm John Calm. I work in plastics.

So be it.

This is my life now.

Forever on the run.

They'll call me Cobra.

Godspeed, Mr. Calm and Cobra.

Do you and your little bird friends

want to get milkshakes, sweetie?

Mom!

'Kay, gotta go. My ride's here.

There's one thing we gotta do first.

Yeah.

Sorry, Mom and Dad.

We never thought it would come to this.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Lil, I need to tell you something.

I've never been in jail.

It was a jail museum. I didn't even go inside.

I was never cut out for a life of crime.

It's okay. Whenever I break a rule,

I can't look at myself in a mirror for weeks.

- I'm no criminal! - Halmoni was right.

A life of crime isn't worth it.

All to be on a stupid episode of a podcast?

- We're fools. - Look!

We're almost there!

It's the heat! We were sloppy with the bag!

Come on, we can lose 'em!

Oof. Lil, are you okay?

Ow. I think I sprained my ankle.

- Chuck?! - Chuck?!

Oh no, we gotta go!

Just leave me! You can still make it. Go!

Snap out of it! Duffel Bag Delinquents, remember? All in!

All in.

I thought you two

wanted to help me.

Come on!

Ow, ow, ow!

I can't climb!

You can't just leave me with a job this messy.

Let me show you.

Feast your eyes...

on this!

- No! - No!

It's...

...not a dead body?

Dead body? What?!

You mean, you're not a criminal?

Criminal? Dang, is that what y'all think of me?

I think y'all are confused.

See, what happened was,

so my mom's comin' home from Boca, right?

And while she was gone, I made a pretty big mess.

I let my laundry pile up.

Had to get cleaning supplies and deal with it

before she found out.

But why'd you ditch us?

To get you Canyondale's famous fancy corn dogs

so I could thank you for helping me take the bag

to the laundromat Dirk told us about.

When I came back, you were gone!

Luckily, I was able to find my bag in a hole at the park.

Were you two trying to bury my dirty laundry?

Uh... we...

'Cause that's such a smart idea! I shoulda thought of that.

Thanks for the initiative, guys.

Uh... glad we can help.

I don't remember puking in it though.

Yeah... that's weird.

Sorry for thinking you were a criminal.

Nah, happens all the time.

Uh, y'all need a ride back home?

Pit stop dos.

Gotta meet my connect, Dirk. I call him "The Cleaner."

Wow, I sound like a total goon in this.

Duffel Bag Delinquents!

Huh?

Here's Dirk!

♪ Me and you ♪

♪ Together we can't lose ♪

♪ Me and you, me and you ♪

♪ Me and you ♪

♪ Together we can't lose ♪

♪ Me and you, me and you ♪