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Let's build freedom's neighborhood.

Some say there's no good.

Half -charmed, half -mancipated evil, that's the plan.

Pre -charmed.

Pre -charmed. Pre -charmed.

Pre -charmed.

Pre -charmed.

people with

Almost done.

Just want to get a few more samples and... Doctor,

are you all right?

I think we need to get Dr. Paradigm up here earlier than we planned.

And here comes the shuttle's crew now.

Accompanying the astronaut on this surprise mission is noted genetic

and humanitarian Dr.

Luther Paradigm.

The shuttle is transporting a device called the Grain Maker to the space

Orion. Developed by Dr. Paradigm, the Grain Maker promises to revolutionize

agriculture across the globe.

Carrying a payload of genetically altered grain seeds, the Grain Maker

launched from the space station into the Earth's atmosphere and distribute

drought -resistant grain over arid areas of the planet.

Dr. Paradigm has called it the greatest achievement of his distinguished career.

A space shuttle? Sounds like a recipe for disaster.

What do you think that gene -slamming dracoid's really up to?

The same thing he's always up to.

Major no good.

Unfortunately, this one's not only out of our jurisdiction, it's out of our

world, guys.

You know what I think of that?

Humongo burgers!

Did you say humongo burgers?

Johnson! Whoa!

Oh, yeah!

I wonder what Dr.

Wackazoid is up to.

Uh, guys?

Huh?

That's mine, dark brat. I got it first.

Guys, it's just a burger.

There's only one way to settle this barely.

Hey!

Speak to me. Yes, Mr.

President.

Guys, guys, it's the president.

A remarkable specimen, Dr. Morton.

These DNA strands are unlike any I've ever encountered.

What a species.

It seems to be virtually indestructible. The perfect life form, or the most

dangerous.

We won't know that until we extract a sample of its DNA and infect it more

closely. Dr. Paradigm, what are you doing?

What if we release some alien virus and it makes its way to Earth?

Of course, Doctor. What was I thinking? I was so thrilled by this discovery.

You're exhausted.

Why don't you get some rest?

I'll finish up here for you.

Sounds like a good idea.

You're absolutely right, Captain Morty. This alien's DNA is definitely a threat

to humanity.

And once I combine it with this manta ray DNA and then load it into the grain

maker, my destiny shall be fulfilled. The world genetically engineered to my

specification.

We've got ourselves a go on the grain maker launch.

Dr. Paradigm?

What have you done?

Paradigm, what are you doing? What have you done with that alien DNA?

I'm setting the launch codes for the grain maker.

And once it delivers its payload, the Earth shall be rid of inferior humans

you. You've turned the grain maker into a DNA bomb?

No, Doctor.

Bombs destroy.

The grain maker will create, raining down a perfect mixture of alien manta

DNA all over the world, genetically enhancing the entire population into

superior beings. Get away from that console!

Now you shall discover what happens to those who meddle in my affairs,

Dr. Morton! Yeah!

Did you really believe you could stop me from fulfilling my destiny?

Launch sequence activated.

Launch is in minus six hours.

In precisely six hours, beautiful humanity as you know it shall be

No one will be able to stop it.

Look what you've done.

It's enormous.

I knew I could count on you.

What can we do, Mr. President?

We've lost all contact with the Orion Space Station.

No disrespect, sir, but isn't this a job for NASA?

If only it was that simple.

Dr. Paradigm wasn't only going up for the launch of the grain maker. He was

specifically requested by Dr.

Morton to investigate a newly discovered alien life form.

Aliens and paranoid?

Say no more.

Yeah, what do you want us to do, sir?

I'm putting all of our resources at your disposal, including the prototype

military stealth shuttle. You'll be the first sharks in space.

What do you think of that?

Only one thing to say, sir.

We must leave now.

That's everyone. Let's go.

Wait. What about Dr. Morton?

Too late. He's gone.

You want to end up just like him?

settlement that's

one

small step for man and one awesome step for shark kind

Looks like everyone booked out fast.

What could do that kind of damage?

Something smells fishy around here.

Kind only one solution for that

Better

find

a safer place to hunt

Anybody got a plan?

Street Sharks. I'm Dr.

Morton, and I'm sure glad to see you. You worked with our dad.

Your father was a good man.

He still is.

I know that now. But like everybody else, I believed what Paradigm told us.

your dad was responsible for your transformations.

Now I know better.

I figured that thing out there with the million -dollar smile is Paranite's

doing. But that's not the worst of it. He reloaded the grain maker with alien

and manta ray DNA.

When it launches... Total global alien gene slam.

We've got to stop the launch.

Well, that won't be easy.

Paranoid destroyed the abort mechanisms after he set the launch code. And he

disabled the communication systems so I can't even warn mission control.

No problemo.

Fans can fix anything.

You'll be chatting with Houston in no time.

Our country owes you a great debt of gratitude for saving the crew of the

Oh, poor Dr.

Morton. If only I could have saved him from that monstrosity. I warned him not

to experiment on the alien, but he wouldn't listen to reason.

But he wasn't able to interfere with the grain maker. That's fortunate. Our

engineers tell us all systems are still go.

Mission control.

Here's the Orion.

What?

What's he saying?

Oh, poor deluded fellow.

He's gone mad.

Look. Aren't those the street sharks?

They are going to sabotage the grain maker.

Morton released.

It's taken out communications link.

He feeds on electricity?

We're in way worse trouble than I thought.

So much permission control helping us.

35 minutes before the grain maker launch.

We've got to stop it ourselves.

How? That alien thing has planted itself smack dab between us and the launch

bay. Yeah, and as much as I hate to say it, Shears Yard Force ain't cutting it

against that thing.

Maybe we could try reasoning with it. Any idea how?

Hey, we've tried everything else. Can we rig some kind of translation device?

Hmm.

We could try encoding the alien's DNA into some kind of device to determine

communication patterns, but that'll take time. Well, let's give it a quick try.

Hello there.

Mr. Alien, I'm Slamu.

Look, he's listening.

This just might work.

All right, Slamu.

Back off, lizard breath. I'm not some appetizer.

Hang on, little brother. We got you covered.

That thing must be stopped.

Stop me now. The only way to fight that thing is on its own terms. Act like it.

Be like it. Think like it.

Sure can't keep it busy.

Right, guys?

I can't override the launch codes.

You mean we're just going to have to bust in there and stop it?

That's about the size of it.

Dr. Morton? Yeah, it's me.

Grainmaker launch in T minus 15 seconds. You guys help Ben stop the Grainmaker.

We'll take out the space...

Dr. Paradigm, what are you doing?

I'm activating the space -dating disrupt code. We can't let the tree -charks and

that alien monstrosity return to Earth.

Self -destruct sequence activated.

Detonation in T -minus two minutes.

Self -destruct sequence?

We gotta get out of here!

Dr. Morton! More like Manta Man, Reb. Go, tree -charks!

He was a good man.

Dr. Morton was a good man. But thanks to you, we know he wasn't responsible for

the space station disaster.

So now you can go after Paranoid, right?

Unfortunately, all the evidence was lost when the space station was destroyed.

We'll have to find some other way to expose him. You can count on us to help

way we can. I certainly hope so. And I hope you can help me with another

What's that, Mr. President?

Huh? Wow.

Ooh!