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Thank you.

You're the best people with all of it.

Me, my power pack.

Get real, eel.

What kind of a dunce do you take me for?

That was the chief.

He says Dr. Paradigm is taking our friend in the cage off our hands in the

morning.

Sometimes this city burns my bicep.

Well, try not to let all that heat rise to the ceiling.

It's getting dangerous down below.

Don't sweat it, Rip.

I'm in control.

But it really fries my fin when we bust our tails to bust a bad guy.

And we let the stinking deviant walk right into the hands.

Whoa!

the biggest crook of all.

Hey, Ben, now that I'm thinking about maximum lift, how's that shark copter

coming? He wants to pump you up.

I'd better pump up this baby's power before she flies with the skin. If it's

consolation, Jab Man, I wouldn't count on the cops handing that eel over to our

pal, the professor.

Says who?

Says a little feeling I have that an eel break is going down tonight.

I don't get it, Dr. Paradigm. Why don't we just wait for the police to hand over

Reptil tomorrow?

Of course you don't, you shell -shocked simpleton. Tell him, Slash.

Well, if the police give you Reptil, you'll have to transform him into

soft and cuddly? Yes, but when he escapes and the street sharks get blamed

it... He can...

Stay just as nasty and vicious as he already is.

And no one will be able to pin the blame on me.

Flash, your intelligence implant is functioning better than ever. But does

mean we have to take on the Fish and City Police and break into Reptile's

Don't worry. It's not your job anymore.

Excellent.

My master.

My most...

Spectacular creation, yes.

Yeah, now that's what I call advanced genetics.

Not genetic.

Robotic. Ha! Not even Dr. Bolton could conceive anything this magnificent.

Instead of DNA, he has advanced silicon chips. In place of muscles, turbocharged

engines. In place of bones, a body of steel.

Big, lighter. Oh, I get it. All that high -tech cigarette stuff you had of

is assembled in here, in one beautifully lethal package.

Huh?

A disgusting shark.

Great. Now he gets to have all the fun. By no means, my loyal Cedius. Now

listen carefully.

Emergency call for the guy in the sky.

Don't need the walls. I'm at your call. Who is this?

A victim of rampaging street sharks attacking the Rikers Boulevard

police station.

Have no fear. The guy is here. And so's a Pulitzer Prize for the biggest scoop

of my career.

Smoke screen activated.

I'm trapped in this.

Hey, where'd that helo jet go?

That must be it.

Blow him away!

Shark attack!

Forget the Fourth of July, pyrotechnic fans. The big fireworks are lighting up.

We're under street shark attack.

They're trying to jailbreak the eel.

Shark attack.

Alert.

Jawsome.

Huh?

A shark?

Why would you want to...

Retrieve. Jaw song.

You may have the power, but it won't help you bite through those. It's

impossible.

Huh?

Huh? Not for me.

Our time has come.

Oh, no.

You were fighting smoke and mirrors?

Okay, now I'm really steep.

Attention. This is the police.

Put your vehicles on the ground immediately.

Escape. Now, you know you're my kind of shark, whoever you are.

Awesome.

What is that?

It looks like a shark fin, but I've never seen one move that fast.

What's that?

Look out!

Jet strength.

You're not going to believe this, but unless one of you just sprung... the

reptile. There's a new shark in town. A shark?

Love to stay, guys, but I got a family reunion to attend.

Jeff, stay on his trail if he dies.

There's a mystery here. We've got to sort it out.

Hook him high, Headbanger!

you fat -headed loser.

Oh, man.

That's smart.

Detective Brock, why would the street sharks, after having arrested Reptil,

around and break him out of prison?

It doesn't make sense.

I had thought people were wrong about them, that they were decent,

citizens. But now it appears they're exactly what Dr. Paradigm said they are.

Dangerously unstable menaces to society.

Blah. Everything went exactly as I planned.

Not only is Reptil free, but the shark's reputations are ruined.

But they won't take this lying down.

They're going to come after Robofin big time.

And that's exactly what we want.

We do?

Yes, you slow -witted squid. Because once they have found him, he will have

found them as well.

And from that moment forth...

That rubble from shark skin hides will be mine.

You look marvelous.

Hey! Well, finmeisters.

Huh? Feast your eyes on the new and improved shark copter.

Yo, bro!

It slices, it dices, it'll hook them, cook them, and book them.

Awesome! All right!

Fantastic!

SharkBot, he won't be far behind.

And we'll pick him up on the electric field detectors.

SharkBot, state your mission.

Locate sharks.

Lead sharks into ambush.

Capture sharks.

Excellent. At least one member of my team knows his responsibilities.

Don't worry, Doctor.

There's no way we can fail to capture the street sharks.

Your plan is absolutely perfect.

I knew I did the right thing when I created you.

Are all of you ready?

Ready, Professor.

Then bring on the sharks.

Remember to keep your voltage high so the sharks will be able to find you.

Yo, show crew! There's a reptile reading coming in loud and clear.

And I'm smelling one big, ugly, wannabe shark swimming right alongside.

I've got him down below.

Be friendly!

Why don't, brothers?

Here they come.

Like fish swimming into a barrel.

Strakes, give Slammo a lip.

Ambush complete.

Destruction begins.

That heavy metal shark is packing an entire

arsenal. Doesn't matter. We've got to stop him any way we can.

Hang on a minute. I've got an idea.

Take attack!

Excellent move,

Slamu. Now let's hammer home the point.

Yeah!

Looks like all that video training finally paid off.

Woo!

Yeah, yeah!

Awesome!

Get your jaws over here.

Sounds like he's shark diving in that direction.

Take one, Killamari.

Haul him away.

So long, dear bandit.

White Rook Steel?

Man, my big mouth.

Shark, destroy.

I was afraid you'd see it that way.

Destroy.

I've got to get this one back to Dr. Paradigm before the shark bot turns him

into chum.

Third floor, sporting goods.

That shark bot is a true work of art.

Give me back the shark copter. These airheads just inspired me.

Listen up, everybody. Here's the plan.

What should we do now?

Kick back and enjoy the show.

That shark bot is going to pin their fins.

Okay, sharks.

Time for the law of the charm.

Shark attack!

Wake up and smell the high explosions.

Get ready, guys.

The time's coming.

Destroy. Destroy.

Hey, jump, Ripster. I'm on my way, bro.

What is on my head?

Your worst nightmare, Robo Fish.

Jab. Hit him with the juice.

precision instrument.

Eenie, meenie, miney, moe. Now I think I'll make you go

home. Return to Sharkbot headquarters.

Now there's a bright idea.

And destroy.

Hey, when you're right, you're right. See ya. What did Sharkbot say?

Return to Sharkbot Headquarters and destroy.

They have as much chance as a screen door in a

submarine.

Return to Headquarters and destroy.

Spectacular explosions destroyed a factory belonging to Paradigm Industries

last night.

Police have not yet determined the cause of the destruction, but Dr. Paradigm

has his own theory.

You fools!

Isn't it obvious? This is the work of the street jocks!

Enough is enough!

to the studio.

Ah, poor Dr.

P. He seems so unhappy.

We may not have cleared our reputation just yet.

But we sure put a crimp in Paranoid's stainless steel shorts.

Not to mention the dents we banged into his mechanical muncher.

Street shark destroyed.

You rang feeding front day!