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We'll be right back.

People with all...

those interfering street sharks.

As soon as I can get my time machine fixed... Bah!

Incompetent! Hey!

Hey!

What did I do?

Huh? Huh?

I should never have created those cartilaginous freaks in the first place.

But those do -gooder Bolton brothers will still be around, though they'd

be a problem.

What?

Wouldn't they?

Of course.

These pearls of wisdom spew from the mouths of invertebrates.

Huh?

You are an accidental genius, Killamari.

Accidental? Yes.

Genius? Duh.

As soon as I finish my new time machine, Killamari, I will send you back in

time.

But I like it here.

I don't want to leave.

Oh, you can come back, Killamari. But first, you have to bag me a Bolton.

Let me see.

Which one would be best?

Ah, Sir Thomas Bolton started the whole line back in 16th century England.

Once you wipe him from the pages of antiquity, the street sharks will be

too.

Ah, it is a bonny device, Sir Bolton. But, uh, what is it?

I call it a water launcher, Malcolm. I will soon be ready to try it.

Lightning

bolts

for Bolton, right?

So, where is Mr. Lightning Bolt?

I am Lord Bolton.

What breed of monstrosity art thou?

Your worst night.

Inside, Malcolm.

Make haste, Matt.

All right. Come on. Get down, guys.

Get down.

Vincent!

This is way weird.

Way weird.

Out of the way, Streetster. If you know what's good for you, the Slammiter

Express is coming through.

Derailed is more like it.

Hey!

Sir Bolton!

Master! Master!

Never learned to swim?

No time like the present.

I like being close, bro, but not that close.

What's going on here, Benz? You think our cells have gone unstable?

I don't know, guys, but I do know who does.

Let's grab the genetoscan and go piranha hunting.

You're on.

That's what I'm going to do to him.

But not before we find out what's happening again.

Who are you? What do you want?

I've got what I want. You.

You're grounded, Lord Lightningbolt. There'll be no toothy great -great

-grandsharp in your future.

Come back here, Bolton.

Hurry, Master.

My favorite target.

That bite!

You gotta short him out.

Shark attack!

This condition does have its advantages.

Whoa, what's going on?

Looks like Thronoid has rebuilt the time slammer.

That guy looks just like your father.

Paranoid sent Killamari to wipe out your ancestor.

Quick, Ripster, you and Slamu into the Time Slammer. Jab and Streaks and I'll

keep Dr.

Fishface and Reptile busy.

Book it, Rip, before we all disappear.

You're our only chance.

Come on, Slamu, let's do it.

I could use a shrimp cocktail right about now.

Okay,

guys, go for it.

That looks like fun.

Next time, it's my turn.

Get away from my time machine, you cretins.

Getting...

You must recover.

Not in this lifetime.

What manner of creature are you?

They be not human.

It's uncanny.

Rip, he looks just like Dad.

Your father?

Preposterous.

When Lord Bolton takes the big dive, so will you.

Permanently. Tackle time, pinnacle face.

You who's taking a dive can't stay awake.

I'm losing strength.

Can't stand up.

Master, you must stay awake.

We're history, bro.

Ancient history.

We've got to fight this thing, bro. Go ahead and try, Sharksteak. You won't be

able to do too much, seeing as how you're just a ghost of your former self.

I'll take the squid.

You help Lord Bolton.

Shark attack!

Shark attack! Don't you mean an anchovy attack?

Soak on that fish food.

Relax, my man. I got a lot of teeth, but I don't bite.

Hmm. You got any herbs?

Anything to stop the poison from spreading through his system?

Herbs? Oh, aye. We have a bundle.

Yes. A surfeit of herbs.

I'm going to make some fresh -past herb cider.

Did what I could, bro.

Now it's your turn, big tooth.

End of the line, brine bait.

Tentacles off, squeegee face.

Why struggle?

Any moment now, there's going to be nothing left of you. Why, look, your

You're wrong, bottom feeder.

I hope you're watching,

Dr. Paranoid. Look what I, your faithful servant, Kilimari, have done.

No more Lord Bolton. No more street sharks.

Victory is ours.

At last, I have won.

No one can stop me now!

No one!

Oh,

my head!

Master, you lived!

Huh? But not for long. Another dose of squid juice should do the job.

Not so fast, bug -eyed!

Short breath.

I'll stop that spineless invertebrate.

I know.

I can make this work for him.

Definitely too tasty to waste on kill Amari the desperate times require

desperate measures

This is a culinary disaster.

Reptil, have you got those sharks locked up yet?

Yeah. You got them, you lazy bum?

Yes, sir. The sharks aren't going anywhere soon.

Aunt Ben's?

I

gotta

find a way to get my buds out of there and fast.

What's that?

A little genetic engineering project I put on hold a while back.

Now that you and Killamari have failed me, time to pull out the heavy

I believe I will call him... Tentacle.

Yikes! That's the ugliest thing I've ever seen, boss.

All in the eye of the beholder, Shrimp Louie. I think I will give him...

A few minor refinements to make him absolutely invincible.

Whoa!

He's making a break, boss.

Quick, draw him into the time machine right here.

I know, Master, but they saved your life, right enough? You look so much

dad.

I shall ever be indebted to you for saving me. But how could you be related

me, you toothsome creatures?

This is not possible.

Now!

Dr.

Spikanoid is getting desperate.

battle this horrifying race?

I don't doubt your courage, lad, but this thing is fiercer than the both of

He's right.

Check it out.

We gotta distract him from Sir Bolton, Slamu. Come on!

Shark fin soup, my favorite gourmet dinner.

You hear that, Streets? We've got to bust out of this box.

We're not exactly up to strength, Dad.

Titanium bars, state -of -the -art electronic locking system, and the

box is way over there.

the vortex open as long as I can. I don't know how long I can hold off these

bozos alone.

Ah, hey, we'll be back in no time.

Get it? No time?

These may come in handy, Streak. In between fin checks, that is.

What are we doing swimming around like a

pair of guppies?

seen a couple of street sharks around here.

Now that you mention it, I'm finally beginning to feel like myself again.

How about you?

Yeah, me too.

All right, let's drop some tentacle.

Shark attack!

A present from Bant, his special high -tech tentacle waster. But it's just a

mirror. That's plenty.

Watch this.

Take away his...

Feast on, are ye? Did you say feast?

I hate to miss a chowdown, but we gotta get back.

Ben's just holding down the fort all by himself.

Hold, sharks.

Before ye have to go, at least I can knight thee for saving my realm.

Kneel before me.

I knight thee, Sir Streak -salot. I knight thee, Sir Jab -alot.

I knight thee, Sir Slam -alot. And I knight thee, Sir Rips -alot.

We're un -

It's been medieval.

Why?

Why, if it isn't Sir Squidward?

What's that?

Hey!

Wouldn't want to leave Pie Face behind.

He might gum up the future.

Well, time to boogie. Thank you for all...

I hope ye find your father safe and sound. If I had sons the likes of ye,

the proudest man upon the earth.

Thanks, great, great, great, great, great Graham.

Farewell. We shall remember you always and tell tales of the great fire

-breathing beast we vanquished. We vanquished? I didn't see him doing much

vanquishing. Don't you know? That's how legends get started.

Whoa! Where is everybody?

Oh, they're out running around.

Give me a hand with this thing. We're taking the time slammer with us.

Paranoid's not going to mess around with our time ever again.