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Ladies and gentlemen of the press, may I present Vice President Ribster, Press

Secretary Streaks, Security Director Jabb.

You're doing fine, gentlemen. Couldn't do my job without you.

Tidy yourself up a bit, Director Jabb. You look like you buy your clothes at

garage sales.

Uh -huh.

Resident Slamu. Never fear, Slamu's here.

Ben, you gotta see this.

Yo, Slamu, where are you guy?

Oh, I was just... Jab, what's going on?

Come on, check it out.

Paranoids in Washington.

What are those things?

These monstrosities are Dr. Robert Bolton's work.

I've brought them here to let the president see firsthand the dangers of

unregulated genetic engineering.

Whoa! No way, bud. Those things aren't going anywhere near the president. I

designed this security receptacle myself. It's made of impenetrable steel

has three separate locking systems. I must impress upon President Horn the

horrors of gene slamming.

Let me at you, you, you!

I'd be careful, Vox. They seem to like you.

Today, I am presenting the Presidential Medal of Honor to the world -renowned

scientist and pride of Fish and State University, Dr.

Luther Paradigm, for his invaluable contributions to genetic science.

Dr. Paradigm!

Huh? Jummer! Is he nuts? Who made that bozoid the president?

Shh! Look!

Thank you, Mr. President.

Genetic engineering can be extremely dangerous in the hands of madmen like

Bolton, a man who genetically combined his own sons with savage, uncontrollable

shark DNA.

That's not true!

About Dad!

Oh, that sickling liar!

He's gonna pay for that!

Cool it, guys.

Why did Paranoid have to poison President Horn against us?

Now I'll never get to meet him. That reeks.

Who voted for that cheeseball?

He's a great president.

Who's he gonna honor next? Dracula?

Cool it, guys.

Don't you see?

Paranoid's up to something.

Why else would he take those slimoid deviants to D .C.? We gotta find out

But how?

We don't even know where his lab is.

Yeah, so we better haul Finn and find it.

I can always nip a stevia.

Yeah, I'm catching one up ahead.

Smells worse than a ten -day -old trout.

Here they come.

Ramp Louie. Just who we were looking for.

Oh, yeah. What a coincidence.

I was looking for you, too. I've had it with Dr. Piranha Face.

He treats me worse than a mangy old dogfish.

So, does that mean you might lead us to his secret lab?

Are you kidding?

Sure, yeah.

Put the creepers away out of business.

Come on, this way.

Right in there.

Make my day. Chew it down to sawdust, okay?

It's locked.

Easily remedied.

All right, let's trash the place. First we find out what paranoid's up to. Then

we trash the place.

It's you who are going to get trashed. Huh?

I hoped you'd come sniffing around while I was away. Since you won't be escaping

this two -foot -thick titanium compression box anytime soon, I might as

you in on my latest triumph. I refer to it as gene -washing.

Shark attack!

And if you do ever manage to get out, you'll find a brand new America.

President Horn will be totally under my control.

Why, you!

Gene slamming the president would be a little too obvious for the American

people. But gene washing is perfectly undetectable. Think of it. All those

millions of Americans to experiment on. The possibilities are staggering.

Farewell, creature.

Oh, man, the walls are compressing. First one on was a trip to D .C.

Shark attack!

Minimal indentation. Guys, this isn't working.

What a head case.

That Paradigm seems as if he's got a few chromosomes loose himself.

Dr. Paradigm is a genius.

He will reinvent the world.

I don't know about that.

How'd you get in here?

Didn't the vice president tell you? I brought some gene -slammed monstrosity

you could see genetic engineering at its nightmarish worst.

I've really been too busy, Dr. P.

What?

You will come with us.

What are you staring at?

Nothing good.

Don't take your eyes off him, boys.

Let me go!

Russell, run!

Get back!

I don't think so.

Russell, what's wrong with you?

That's the beauty of my new process called the gene wash, Mr. President.

undetectable. And for your information, it was developed especially for you.

Guys, listen.

This isn't working.

How about rolling the thing?

Sure, why not?

Yeah!

Dorsal flail!

Dorsal flail!

Dorsal flail!

Dorsal flail!

Dorsal flail!

Dorsal flail!

All

right,

burger time.

Order that to go, Munchmeister. We got to get to D .C. ASAP.

Relax, Mr. President.

Vice President Russell will do an excellent job while you're away being

-washed. You'll make the perfect team.

And I'll have countless millions to experiment on.

Our nation's capital, dudes.

Can't get too close or they'll send a couple of fighter jets after us.

Security's tight. Be careful.

The White House.

Yeah! Oh,

cassette tapes.

Richard Nixon.

Oh, this could be interesting.

Forget that. Look, it's a map of the White House. It looks like we're just

where we want to be.

I smell seaviews. They were here.

Arrest them.

Who are you and where's the president?

We were wondering about that ourselves.

Wise guy.

Cuff him.

No one's cuffing me.

Especially you, flat top.

Cool it, Jeb. These guys are just doing their job.

They went this way, guys.

Hey, where do you think you're going?

I gotta save the President!

Stop him!

Gotcha, paranoid!

A secret tunnel!

Headbanging time!

Consider that Medal of Honor revoked!

Mr.

President? It's you?

It's really you?

Streetcock! Grab him!

Whoa, Mr. President. This is such an honor. My friends call me Slamu.

Pleased to meet you.

Any fellow that maniac is a friend of mine. I was going to use this, President

Horn. So you'd end up something like that. But since you're such a charmer, I

think I'll use this.

and you'll end up something like that.

No, slam me, not him.

Please, he's the president. How patriotic.

However, I pledge allegiance to myself and to this science for which I stand.

One geneticist who's answered his call dedicatedly to bring genetic mutation to

all.

A place in the history books is yours. The first gene -slammed president. The

first of a master race designed by me.

No! Don't do it! Unfortunately, the American public probably won't stand for

And Russell will have to take your place.

What have you done to me?

Shark search!

Stop that shark!

I'm warning you, Killimari. I can do far worse to you. Move it!

Mr. Vice President.

Soon to be Mr.

President. This way, please.

You've got to believe us. It's Paradigm who's kidnapped the President.

He's got this totally undetectable process called gene washing.

Right. I'm gonna believe this from you. Take him away!

What was that?

That shark has got the president. Get him!

They wouldn't listen to us, guys. So let's kick some fin!

Shark time!

It's awesome.

About time.

Hold your fire, you morons. You'll hit the president.

What are you, CIA?

Now you're going to make me mad.

Let's go someplace a little quieter and talk this over. Not back in the ground.

Thank you, Slamu.

You saved my life. It was an honor, Mr.

President.

Well, are you going to introduce us?

Oh, yeah. These are my brothers, Ripster, Jab, and the Homely Ones

Gentlemen, my heartfelt thanks.

I heard you were outlaws, but now I guess I know better.

Now, it will be my honor to correct this whole misunderstanding and order Vox to

lock up that demented paradigm and lose the key.

Wait! They told you I had a new gene -washing technique, didn't they? Yes,

didn't believe them. Good, because if the street sharks who have this

gene -washing ability, they'll gene -wash the president. Almost certainly

already have.

Mr. Vice President, what should I do?

Genetic science.

Growth industry.

Amazing potential.

Reduce unemployment.

Listen to the doctor.

He knows best.

If the president starts spouting absurd accusations like the street sharks are

innocent or they didn't kidnap me, then we'll know he's been gene -washed.

But who knows what they will make the president do.

You'll have to arrest him, Vox. He'll be a menace to national security.

And then the vice president takes over. Thank you. Sorry, sir. It's not going to

work. No, Rip. He's going to square everything away.

If he tries, they'll lock him up and toss the key.

Barricade the door!

Uh, why? What's going on?

Why don't you just lock it? It's seven -inch reinforced steel.

Oh, sure!

Uh, I still don't get this.

Paranoid's got us in a bind.

We know you're in there, street sharks.

We know you have the president.

Open up, or we'll blow the door down!

There are secret passages under the White House, right?

Must not be much of a secret anymore.

Listen, I was going to go out there and tell the truth about you, but now I have

my doubts.

Hold it!

Soon, if he says the sharks didn't kidnap him, you'll know he's been teen

-washed.

Arrest the street sharks.

They kidnapped me. Hurry, they're getting away.

You heard the man. Don't just stand there. Get those street sharks.

Reptil and Kilimari will pay for this. It's all their fault.

These turtles are wild.

Which way?

Whoa, rush hour.

We're long gone out of the White House, somewhere in D .C. We set the rendezvous

for the Washington Monument. Which way?

What's that look like?

Big, tall, pointy, pencil -shaped building. What do you see?

I don't know, big old stone house on the hill.

That's the Capitol.

This way.

There they are.

Enough with the sightseeing, bro.

Hurry, box is right on our door.

This one I know.

Shout out.

How can you think about burgers at a time like this?

I always think about burgers.

They're catching up. Let's hop in.

I know that sound.

That's Ben's in the rope room.

We'll find the Washington Monument pronto.

It's right there, dudes.

I'm fine.

Am I pleased to see you.

Mr. President, our good bud, Benz. Benz, the President of the United States of

America. Cool.

Paradigm and that gene -washed vice president of mine convinced Vox that if

show the slightest suspicious behavior, like supporting you guys, they'll have

to dump me out of office and lock me up.

Gee, Mr. President, you took a huge risk coming to see us.

Don't worry. I convinced them I blocked out what I know about them. But the

least I could do was bring you a token of my appreciation.

Yumongo burgers.

Extra mustard.

I'm voting for this guy.

Enough with the Mr. President stuff.

Call me Dave.

Sure thing, Dave.

As the President of the United States, I promise you that I will not rest until

the world sees you for the heroes you are. Especially you, Slamu. I owe you a

special debt, my friend.

What's wrong?

Oh, maybe it's dumb, but I always dreamed about being President myself one

Now I'm always going to be a fugitive on the run.

You underestimate the power of the presidency, Slamu. I will see you

And when I do, who knows?

Anybody can become president in this country of ours, even a shark.