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Red and blue breed in the neighborhood.

Some say there's no good.

Half shark, half man, fighting evil, that's so fair.

Screech shark.

Screech shark.

Screech shark.

Screech shark.

Screech shark.

Screech shark. Screech shark. Screech shark.

You're the people with all of it.

That panther's a protected species.

Not anymore.

You're making me spoutin' mad!

Think that's the end of it? Think again, full brains.

Excellent work, gentlemen.

Pretty kitty.

Yes, indeed, Clamando. The last Florida panther. With no more panthers left in

the glades, I shall finally be free to build my chemical waste incinerator. And

make trillions of dollars.

Yes, that too.

Soon it will be back to its full strength.

which will make it that much more interesting to hunt before it becomes a

permanent part of my collection.

Not in this lifetime, Medusa.

By the time the law gets through with you, the only thing you'll be able to

collect is time off for good behavior.

I think not, my finned friend. It will be you who will be imprisoned.

Hey, I'm one whale who never gets hooked.

Excellent, Clemando. You'll make a wonderful new specimen for my

Lord of Panther, right?

You know it? Sure. It's a majorly endangered species.

They've been disappearing faster than you can say Humongo Burger.

Our bud Moby's been trying to save them.

Yes, well, it appears your friend may have been too late. What do you mean?

For the last month or so, the panthers have been disappearing from the glades

an alarming rate. As of today, we can find no trace of them.

You mean they're extinct?

I certainly hope not, Jab.

But if they're not extinct, where are they? That's why I called you street

sharks, but we don't have much time. I'm signing legislation tomorrow to protect

the panthers' habitat forever, but... What good is that legislation if there's

no panthers to protect?

Exactly. Many people would love to see this legislation fail. And unless we

those panthers, it will.

I never realized the Everglades were so big.

Yes, you are.

Even bigger than my appetite.

Hey, I see something.

Put it down, Ben.

Tracking collars used to monitor animals in the wild. This must be Moby's rig.

It looks like he booked out of here without leaving a clue.

Maybe he's out looking for panthers.

Then why didn't he take his tracking receiver with him?

Smells fishier than a sardine factory.

Hey, maybe the mobster left us a clue after all. If we track the signal, we

might find out what happened to him. And those panthers.

There it is, dudes.

The signal's coming from that island.

Better put the shortcopter into glide mode, Ben.

You think it's a trap?

Could be. Gotta be ready for anything.

Go Redskins!

That way!

We must be getting warm.

Hotter than a pot of boiling lobsters, dudes.

There!

Let's go!

Whoa, what a maze.

Which way, Ben?

Sure that thing's working?

Uh, maybe we should have made a left at Albuquerque.

Dead end.

Those two words aren't in our vocabulary, bro.

Oh,

no.

Jeff, are you okay?

Oh, yeah, sure thing.

Come on in. Check it out.

It's a hologram.

Wait till you see what's on your side.

is not gonna like this.

Whoa, look at all this wildlife.

Yeah, looks like someone has a special interest in endangered species.

Yeah, and they're all from the Everglades.

Oh, not quite, dude.

Look, Moby.

Is he dead?

Not dead, mystery chart.

Medusa.

Your friend is simply hibernating.

As are all of these glorious creatures.

Each and every one of them was a worthy opponent. But finally, each and every

one of them proved inferior to me.

You're one sick puppy, Medusa.

Au contraire. I am the ultimate sportsman.

And you shall be the ultimate hunt.

I allowed you to discover my little island hideaway so you could join me in

greatest challenge of my career.

A shark hunt.

And end up frozen with all these other poor creatures?

No way!

Shark attack!

Oh, no!

Ben?

Your friend will make an excellent trophy.

As will you, Three Chunks.

I'm looking forward to this, Street Sharks. You're going to provide me the

of my life.

Take them away.

Man, do I feel weird.

Tell me about it.

Climb up, guys. I hear something.

Very clever.

The deuce is full of all sorts of nasty surprises.

Do you think the whole island is rigged with these things?

Could be. No more shark diving. We can't chance it till... Come

on, Slam Man! Snap

out of this! We'll come back for him later. Come on!

I can't move!

No!

Two down, two to go.

Why, you sick excuse for a... Whoa!

There's nothing like the thrill of the hunt, Clemando. When the prey is at the

level of the street sharks, it's positively exhilarating.

Do you really think you'll be able to bag them all, sir?

Why, of course.

I'm the greatest big game hunter around.

Have you ever seen me fail?

No, except the last time you met up with the street sharks.

Medusa and Clam Man seem to know our every move before we make it. Either

Medusa's a better hunter than we think, or... Or we're not alone.

This whole island's rigged. Come on, let's get out of here.

Listen.

Ugh!

Another hologram.

Thanks, guy.

Would have been a jaundicious fall.

I'll say.

I think it's time we turned the tables on Medusa.

No, Streaks! No!

Streaks, quick!

Give me your hand!

All too easy, Street Sharks.

Oh, please, sir!

You got the others! May I have the honor of capturing the others?

Why, Clamando, I don't make a sports crustacean out of you yet.

Mr. Medusa will clam up.

Join the tropicates, clam fade.

Incompetent mollusk. From now on, the hunter becomes the hunted. Do you hear

Medusa?

Time to shut down the Jachemical Wait Troll.

Without that tracking device, we'll never find Medusa's wax museum.

This week, we're dusting a tuning gallery.

Hey, who needs these tunnels when we can make our own?

Nice effort, Street Sharks. But I shall still be victorious.

In your dreams, you toxoid sludge monger.

It was fun,

Street Sharks. Sweet dreams.

But you're... Frozen?

Not anymore, thanks to our two bros.

Speaking of which...

I can tell.

That guy had a heart of steel.

But not an entire body made of it. So where's the real Medusa? Let's see if

knows.

Whoa, that was some nap.

Yeah, I was starting to get freezer burn.

Thanks, Rip.

Hey, always happy to defrost a butt.

Looks like I missed the party.

Yeah, too bad the real Medusa couldn't make it. My guess is the robot was meant

to keep you guys busy while Medusa... Puts the freeze on the Everglades

protection act.

Secure positions and prepare for arrival of the presidential...

Please prepare for the arrival of the presidential helicopter.

Welcome,

Mr. President.

Today we shall make history.

The only thing that's history, Medusa, is you.

Shark Attack!

Catch me, street chucks. Wouldn't put money on that.

The hunt's over.

Yes, for you.

That's one job's a trophy.

Yeah, Rip, you sure bagged the beast.

That's the last one.

I don't know how I can thank you all for the work you've done.

Those animals being free is thanks enough for me, Mr. President.

All right. The Panthers are back where they belong, and so is Medusa.

What a nightmare.

How can this be happening to me, Malcolm Medusa III?

Don't worry, sir.

We'll crack out of this shell in no time.

Yes, well, until we do, keep your clams shut. The stench is unbearable.

Yes, sir.

Those street sharks will pay for this.

They will pay!