Plot
The Goodies are surprised because everyone is against them. When they go to the local police station, they are informed that they are 'Baddies'. Indeed, while they are in the police station, talking to the Police Sergeant, the Goodies are simultaneously committing offences all over England. When the Police Sergeant accuses the Goodies of the crimes and disruptions, they point out to him that it could not have been them because they were there with him when the offences happened. The Police Sergeant eventually agrees with them.
The Goodies are not the only 'nice' people involved in offences. Many other nice people are also simultaneously committing similar offences, and all of the people involved are contestants in the "Nicest Person in the World" competition.
The Goodies investigate and find that a mysterious Dr. Petal is behind the occurrences.
Dr. Petal commenting about his only friend, his pet vulture Lucretia: "She only stays with me because she knows I've left her something in me will." Curious, Bill asks him: "What have you left her?", to which Dr. Petal replies: "Me!"
Dr. Petal complains about his treatment from other people, saying: "I helped the Americans with their H-Bomb, I helped the Russians with their missiles, I helped the British with their biological warfare. Why I even help the Nazis! Now how generous can you get?"
Dr Petal then imprisons them in an alligator-sulphuric-acid-based death trap. The Goodies however, escape in an unexplained fashion. Dr Petal then imprisons them again in a bomb-poison-gas-based death trap. The bomb, however explodes, sending the Goodies flying towards the "Nicest Person in the World Competition"
So who will be crowned the "Nicest Person in the World" — and what will happen to the Goodies and the other 'nice' people in the competition?
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