"GOODNIGHT, L.A.!"

Becoming a club singer was the best side hustle Mr. Piranha could've hoped for - when he wasn't on the clock, he could belt his heart out, burn off some energy and get paid legit dinero for it!

He hopped offstage to the raucous cheers of the audience, grabbed a burrito he saved from earlier and took a bite with a content hum before he spotted a familiar face by the stage door.

"Hey-hey, it's Foxington's compañero! Wassup, papá?" he greeted with a sharp-toothed grin.