Dr. Zlo stood inside his secret lair, messing around with item durability, when he got a call from Riptide.
"Dr. Zlo, the foremost criminal mastermind and inventor extraordinaire. What dastardly deeds do you need done?" The villain answered.
Riptide's chipper voice spoke from the other line, "Dude! Do you want to help me with this crime me and Sweet Dream are doing?"
Dr. Zlo closed the box he was working on, giving the call his full attention. It seemed Riptide had gotten a new idea into his head. The villain wondered what it would be this time, and how it would relate to surfing. Dr. Zlo still remembered when Riptide surfed that cruise ship over Skyline.
"What kind of crime."
"The fun kind!" Riptide answered.
Dr. Zlo pinched the bridge of his nose, "Are you not going to explain?"
"Not until you say yes!" Riptide answered excitedly.
"Fine. I could use the break." There was no convincing Riptide when he was like this. And honestly, Dylan didn't see a reason to stop his friend. Anything Riptide came up with was bound to be a fun time.
"Yeah!"
Dr. Zlo could almost hear Riptide pumping his fist.
"Meet us outside the teleporters in fifteen!" Riptide exclaimed. "Oh, and don't bring minions. This is an evil villains only meeting."
Dr. Zlo rolled his eyes. It was apparent that Riptide had something insane in mind this time.
"Fine. I'll humor you just this once."
"That's what you said last time, dude," Riptide joked. "Anyway. See you soon!"
The surfer hung up the call before Dr. Zlo could respond, getting the last word in. Dr. Zlo shook his fist, acting the furious villain despite the lack of others present. He had to stay in the mindset, else he'd break in front of Riptide when the surfer did something stupid. Dylan didn't want to ruin Dr. Zlo's villainous image.
Dr. Zlo walked out of his secret lair, saying goodbye to Cass and Brunhilde in the process.
"Don't let the Jacques break anything downstairs, you two. And keep an eye on Quartet!"
"Alwayz, Herr Zlo," Brunhilde answered.
The butler set down the glass he was polishing, "You going somewhere, boss?"
The villain waved a hand, "Riptide needs my expertise."
Cass stowed the towel he used for polishing, "I'll get ready."
"Not this time, Cass," Dr. Zlo answered, bringing up a hand. "Riptide wants a bit more secrecy. It sounds like he's got something big planned."
"Oh," Cass said, looking a bit despondent. "Okay."
"Don't vorry," Brunhilde said, placing a hand on Cass's shoulder. "Ve can vork together to fix up some of zhe broken machines."
"I thought of it," Sweet Dream answered. "Riptide only helped polish the plan."
"Whoever thought of it," Dr. Zlo said dismissively. "So, what do you need me for?"
"We want your help with the baking process," Riptide answered. "And don't worry, you'll get a cut of whatever we make."
Dr. Zlo took off his monocle and gave it a polish, pretending to think it over. "It's not my usual modus operandi, but the thought of a new army is tempting."
"Not just armies. You'd get a say in an entire candy operation," Sweet Dream added.
"Trying to sweeten the deal?" Dr. Zlo joked.
"You already made that pun," Sweet Dream pointed out. "Are you losing your touch?"
"Of course not," Dr. Zlo scoffed. "But when life gives you lemons, you take them and run."
"That is not how that saying goes," Sweet Dream said.
"It is when I'm around!" Dr. Zlo boomed. "Now, I assume you already have some ideas for this plan of yours?"
"Totally, dude!" Riptide said. "We found this awesome warehouse, perfect for a covert candy operation. It's got a secret underground and everything! You can build all the addicting stuff down below while the front makes actual candies."
"Getting a permit is easy enough," Sweet Dream continued. "I didn't even need a background check. I guess anyone can just make food. We might have to get around a few regulations, however."
"A simple matter, I suspect," Dr. Zlo answered.
"Possibly," Sweet Dream replied. "As long as they don't have a hero in the ranks."
"Sounds like you've got this all planned out," Dr. Zlo said.
"Yep! We just need you to make an addicting substance, and we're golden, dude!" Riptide said cheerily. "Dream, and I already found a bunch of baking equipment, and she can use her Licor-Icks as workers."
"And the hatbots will be our surveillance," Sweet Dream said.
Riptide's smile went from ear to ear, "Yeah, dude! This'll be as easy as taking candy from a baby!"
Sweet Dream groaned.
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves!" Dr. Zlo said. "I'd rather not fail in our endeavors because we thought the scheme would be easy."
"Right, right," Sweet Dream answered. "So, you're going to help?"
"Considered what you're offering, I see no reason not to," Dr. Zlo answered.
"H*ll yeah!" Riptide cheered. "The Three Amigos, at it again and causing mischief!"
"Quiet you," Sweet Dream said playfully. She turned to Dr. Zlo, "Come on, we'll show you where the factory is."