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Street Sharks!

They bite!

They bite the Street Sharks! Street Sharks!

They're gonna kick mysterious bears!

To win the Street Sharks!

You have to!

Previously on Street Shark.

Stop, Paradigm. You can't mess with nature. I won't allow it.

Dr.

Paradigm? Dr. Bolton never showed up for his morning lecture.

Really? But he's never late. Never.

I think we should call his sons.

His sons?

That's a good idea, Lena. A very good idea.

Oh, no!

Oh, no!

We're opening... A new ride. The Street Sharks.

Street Sharks. I like it.

I'm glad to offer my service if anything for my government and the furthering of

Zion. A little more sodium pentothal before we start the exploratory surgery.

You mean gene slamming. Hey, find someone else.

Yeah, forget it. I ain't no stinky guinea pig.

What's this going to do to my social life?

Where's our dad?

Just as I suspected.

This is Dr.

Bolton's work.

What kind of monster would do this to his own sons?

Well, shall we move on to the exploratory surgery?

Seven feet around.

Unbelievable.

But I'm Dr. Paradigm's research assistant.

He said that I could assist on the surgery.

Dr. Paradigm! Dr.

Paradigm!

Come on, you twisted chromosome.

Let her in. I did say she could help.

I want to get back to the shark monster.

We'll see who's the monster here.

I'm going to shut you down.

Perfect.

Well, now just get my scrubs.

The shark had broken loose. That way.

I hope I'm doing the right thing.

This is no time to sleep.

Dr. Paradigm is about to fillet your brother.

What?

Where is he?

That way.

Shark attack!

Let's kick some fat.

Cool.

Now we'll discover where the human ends and the shark begins.

Huh?

Put me down!

No problem.

First my dad, now my brother.

Let's put on sharks.

Great whites are always hungry.

You can't intimidate me.

Oh, yeah?

Feeding frenzy!

Exploratory surgery, huh?

Scalpel! You're crazy!

Will you settle for this?

to them.

It's coming.

No.

Our feet's not with them.

Let's go.

Later, Paradigm.

Incompetent. Help me up.

Meet us at the loading dock. Now!

Ready and waiting. But we got company.

Oh, wait.

The door's stuck.

When in doubt, rip it out.

Whoa. You are the Ripmeister. The Big Ripper. The Ripster.

The Ripster.

I like that.

Let's go!

This train is leaving the station.

always a way out.

Some are just a little more dangerous than others.

What does that mean?

Now,

let's have some fun.

Careful,

Ben.

gotta tumble.

And I thought I was extreme.

After me, gentlemen and lady.

Where are we? The steam tunnels. They run under the entire university and the

comic book store. Come on!

Yo, Sharks, welcome to the Benzman's Humble Abode. We've got your basic

entertainment center, your workout room, check out the bite marks in that boogie

board, your giant screen TV, your workshop, whatever you need. If we don't

it, we'll make it. Where are we, Benz?

Gope it out.

Under the hockey rink?

Whoa, the squid.

Vision City's finest. Better than season tickets.

Dr. Paradigm will never think of looking for you here.

Why not?

He must know Benz is our bud.

The good doctor doesn't think like you and I, Ripster.

What do you expect from a guy who graduated from college at the age of

Certainly not common sense.

Hey, it's the Sky Guy coming at you from good old FSU, that fishing state

university where those shock monsters were spotted earlier making their

You're a monster.

Do with the program, pal.

We're the street sharks!

Yeah!

Awesome!

Hey, check this out. These are the shark creatures before their famous

geneticist father played Frankenstein with their DNA and turned them into

sharks. That's a lie!

Dad! Totally outrageous! What?

Uh, guys?

Sorry, Ben.

Maybe we can figment.

Oh, sorry.

Gunny salt?

Maybe I'll go get something.

Pizza okay?

Pizza? Oh, come on. No way.

How about burgers and shakes, okay?

Um, how do I get out of here?

Why, I thought you'd never ask.

Your shop.

Great. Yeah.

And if this is ever locked, there's a back way in the comic book store next

door.

Listen, guys.

How about getting around town without always tearing up the streets?

If you're going to be the street sharks, you need primo, please.

All right. Give me the keys and let me at it.

Idiot, don't you realize you're taking part in the greatest scientific

breakthrough since the building of the atomic bomb?

And lab rats.

No thanks, Doc.

Don't mess with me, Professor.

Garbage in, garbage out.

If I could just modify their DNA, make them obey me.

They're so close to what I'd envisioned.

Monumentally strong and resilient.

Resistant to disease. Just like the shark. The perfect predator.

I must get them back and eradicate them. Then they will be perfect.

Except for one pitiful human weakness.

Loyalty to their friends.

Wait. I can use that.

Ben.

Capture him, and the street sharks are mine.

All right! Ready to ride!

Paradigm time!

You need an attitude adjustment

Can't have that.

Major fin action, guys.

Hello. Hey.

Let him go, Paradigm. This is between us.

You're so predictable.

Just like your do -gooder father.

Exactly what I was counting on.

The stadium alarm.

Listen up, street sharks.

I'm not staying around to meet the authorities.

My demands are simple.

Surrender to me at the old nuclear plant, or I'll re -bioengineer your

band here into a biomonstrosity so repulsive, so deformed, even a starving

piranha wouldn't look twice at him.

One hour, street sharks.

According to your father's watch.

Not again.

Time to bail.

These guys aren't the enemy.

Those street sharks have been spotted near Fifth and Main.

Lock your doors and...

It's the craziest 50 G's I ever... What's that?

Get it!

Happy landing, bottom feeders! Uh

-oh.

Gotta save him!

Hustle, guys. We've only got ten minutes to get to the plant before Dr. Paradigm

scrambles Benz's DNA.

I was supposed to go out tonight. Instead, look what I got a date with.

Date? This is a trap.

Yeah, it's our trap. We'll save Benz by faking our own surrender and mash those

DNA disasters into anchovy paste.

And find out what happened to Dad. Come on!

Me wear that?

No way.

Jam, it's for Benz. We play along till we find him.

Perfect.

What's with the still overcoat, dude?

My power suit? Just evening the odds a bit.

But not for long.

Too weak.

Too slow.

Too small.

Oh, yes.

Piranha.

Ruthless. Unrelenting. Savage. Just what these street sharks need to eradicate

that inhibiting human compassion of theirs.

Wait. You're going to add piranha DNA to the street sharks?

Yes, but I'm testing it on you first.

Sorry I asked.

Easier than fishing for goldfish.

Take that, guppies.

Move it.

Anytime, bro.

Now sounds good to me.

I'm just going to say, no!

Shark attack!

No!

All right, Professor, time for answers.

Where's Bolton?

Yeah, Frankenstein. And where's the antidote that'll turn us back again?

We want it now.

Oh, man.

This guy needs an orthodontist.

Yuck. You're like a plastic surgeon.

Dr. Paradigm?

Forget Paradigm. He's a piranha now.

Hey, then that makes him Dr.

to run away

Safe and sound in the ultra -collider, I'm going to blast you into chromosomes,

sweetheart.

Chromosomes I will recombine with other stronger DNA to nullify all those

pitiable human frailties.

You need no sleep, never be susceptible to disease, have physical strength

beyond your wildest imaginings. The perfect organism, perfect.

But best of all, human emotions will hold no sway over you. Pity, remorse.

Addicted to ugly memory.

What's he saying?

Nothing good.

Kiss your DNA!

Ding!