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We'll be right back.

Turn down people with all of their...

Now that we've got Paranoid's time slammer, we can go back in time and

very first Super Bowl.

Or we could do something really awesome, like going to the first Beatles

concert. I wish we could go back and stop Paranoid from gene -slamming Dad.

Whoa,

getting Dad back again?

That'd be jaw -some.

Think we could really do it? Let's ask the experts.

Worth a try.

I don't get it, Dr.

P. The Thrash Brothers have your time, Glamour, and you act like there's

wrong. Don't you want us to get it back?

No need to worry.

I've already taken care of everything.

Observe. I built a self -destruct mechanism into it. The moment the toothy

wonders activate it, they'll be sent back before the dawn of time.

Imagine it.

The finned foursome will be jettisoned through time before the dinosaurs,

algae and bacteria, before life itself.

Just as they realize where they are and how hopeless it is, the bomb I planted

inside the time machine will explode, ending their weaselly,

irritating interference and trapping them in time.

Now all we have to do is wait.

Okay, I've said it for the day your father disappeared.

What a dump.

What is this place?

It looks sort of familiar.

You know, that looks kind of like the biology building.

Then that means this is... Vision State?

Oh man, the place is thrashed.

What do you think happened? Maybe somebody nuked it?

Yeah, and I know who.

Fins up!

Mecho Sharks?

Bigger and faster than ever.

Just what we needed.

Mega Mecho Sharks.

Come on, guys. It's time to kick Mecho Fin.

Start the car!

Who's gonna get me first, huh?

You're not so mega, are you? Come on, show me what you got.

Hey, who needs friends when I've got enemies like you?

God damn freaks, my man!

Emergency

overload.

Emergency overload.

Talk about shooting yourself in the foot.

Five and a fin, bro.

Like ducks in a shooting gallery.

What's that?

Looks like a whole army of them.

We can't fight them all, chap. Let's get the time slammer and split while we

still can.

Any brilliant ideas, anyone?

You better make it fast.

Whoa!

Hey, guess where we are, guys?

All right, the old steam tunnels.

Don't move a fit, deviant slime, or we'll make DNA paint out of you.

Don't you know, pal, a steel shark is a sunk shark.

Hey there. You are awake.

I'm General Benzini, savior of the free world and leader of the First American

Rebel Army. Who are you?

Do you mind?

Yes, I do.

I'm not letting you go until I find out if you're friend or foe.

In the meantime, no one's going to hurt you.

You wouldn't dare.

Oh, yeah?

My men tend to zap first and ask questions later.

But Paranoids, Mechosharks, and Sevious never even get to the question part.

Are you talking about Dr.

Paranoid's psychotic gene slammer? So, you know him too?

Yeah, that cold -blooded sickozoid gene slammed us into Street Sharks, and we've

been fighting him ever since.

Street Sharks? I knew it! You're the legendary superheroes come back to

mankind from Paranoid!

Just like my great -grandfather Benz told my grandfather, who told my father,

who told me.

Great -grandfather Benz? Whoa, we didn't go into the past. This is the future.

Unbelievable. What do you think happened?

The time slam reversed somehow.

And now Paranoid's taking over Fission City?

Worse than that, I'm afraid.

It all started when Paranoid perfected a super contagious airborne gene

-slamming virus.

First, he tested it out on Vision City, but that wasn't enough for Dr. Paranoid.

He had bigger plans.

He spread his gene -slamming virus around the planet, altering most of the

world's population into mutant idiots engineered to serve only him.

I don't know why, but some of us are immune to the virus.

Paranoid and the C .V .S. hate us and will do anything to destroy us.

Those who escaped went underground.

We are their children's children, sworn to overthrow Paranoid's reign.

But it will not be easy.

He has built a fortified headquarters in Fission City and surrounded himself

with an army of loyal steviots. Over the years, as his flesh and blood failed

him, he replaced his living tissue with robotic parts and biomechanical

weaponry. Some say all that is left of the original Dr.

Paranoid is his brain, but we're not even sure that's human.

It was New Year's Day 60 years ago when Paranoid gene -slammed the world.

But you didn't get the virus.

If we could find Dad, I'll bet he could figure out an antidote using whatever

Ben's has that makes you immune.

Whoa, what's that?

Incoming!

Battle station!

We're not running anymore!

We've got the street sharks on our side now!

I think we're in over our fins here. Tell me about it.

Let's just hope Streaks and Slammo are doing a little better.

Sweet dreams.

Uh -oh.

Check it out, big guy!

At last. Your tedious game of hide -and -seek is over.

We'll never give up, paranoid.

Ah, but you may give out.

My favorite foes, the Street Shots. I've missed you.

Welcome to the world as it was meant to be.

Well, it's not going to be that way very long.

My, aren't we brave.

Ah,

and doesn't that bring back memories? I never expected to see this. My most

technologically advanced invention again.

Shall we disintegrate them, Doctor?

No, I have a more... imaginative way to get rid of them. But first, I shall go

back in time and destroy Benzini's annoying rebels before they were a

This should be most amusing.

Take them away.

If they try to escape, then you can disintegrate.

I'm outta here!

Nothing. I will demonstrate the high -voltage secondary security system.

Oh, yeah?

Charge delivered.

Charge delivered.

Charge delivered.

You gonna be okay, bro?

Not until I wrap my jaw around that Mecho Shark's speaker cone.

I'm not feeling good about this.

Blast that Ben! He altered my time machine!

Now what's this primitive capacitor for?

Double -blast that Benz! Doctor?

Don't interrupt me!

This is taking longer than I calculated.

Put those cartilaginous creeps to work in the missile factory.

But... Do it, you bite -brained bag of computer chips!

Immediately.

You will labor here, building intergalactic probes for Dr. Paranoid.

Let me guess.

Did Gene slam unsuspecting aliens into seviots?

Oh, wonderful.

Little green Martians with squid tentacles instead of antennae.

Sharks, please.

Yeah, yeah. Don't you belong in a soup pot somewhere?

Put them to work now.

And if they attempt to escape...

We get the point!

You learn quickly for a non -robotic subspecies.

Was that a compliment?

Back to work, or you will be sent to the reclamation plant.

The street sharks will make their move soon. Pass the word.

Nice laser.

I wonder.

Got them!

Time to cut and run, slam man.

And don't forget Jawsome!

Emergency! Emergency!

You did it, Street Jarks! I knew you could do it!

Well, I didn't, but I do now, thanks to you and your encouragement, Benzini.

Now it's time to kick some butt and see me at Finn!

Strap him!

Let's do the slam -blue shuffle, Mech -O -Shark!

Idiot! Look what you've done!

All right!

Hit the pavement, guys! We've got to stop Paranoid from using that time

All right!

What a maze.

How do we get to Paranoid's lab from here?

I got this covered. I know this dump inside out.

Get back to our people. Tell them the revolution has begun.

This way, street sharks.

Please, allow me.

Excellent.

We'll set it back when General Benzini was just a baby.

Poor lad. He's going to have a dunted childhood.

It's not me who's going to be dunted.

You should know better, Slimanoid. High -tech weaponry's vastly overrated, and

I'll never replace quick wits and bold strategy.

That should keep you busy for a little while.

This is an outrage!

You can't do this! I forbid it!

Gotta go, General Benzini, sir.

We'll find our dad, we promise. If anyone can create an antidote to

virus... He can.

Now that we've seen what Paranoid's done to the future, we know we gotta stop

him. I know you'll do it.

Let's do this.

If the machine doesn't go into the vortex with us, Benzini, destroy it so

doesn't fall into Paranoid's claws.

Good luck, Street Sharks!

Blast those Street Sharks!

Now what?

What's that sound?

It's coming from here. Out of the way. Let me see.

Oh, my.

What? It's a bomb.

A bomb?

The bomb I planted in the time machine 60 years ago.

Oh, man, am I glad to see you guys.

I thought you were fish fodder for sure.

Did you find your dad?

No, we traveled to the future instead.

The future?

Yeah, and it's not a pretty sight.

What's so bad about the future?

Paranoid, what else? And guess what? Your great -grandson and a handful of

rebels are fighting that slime -anoid all by themselves.

My great -grandson?

Heavy. He's losing the battle, Benz.

We've got to help him. We learned there's a natural immunity to paranoid

-slamming virus.

And you've got it, man.

We think Dad can make an antidote from it. But we've only got till New Year's

Day to find him, so he can do it.