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We'll be right back.

got people with all

Who wants to take on the T -Bone? Or should I say, Dinosoda Fats?

I'll do the honors.

Get out your wallets, dino dudes.

We're having ourselves a feeding frenzy.

Watch the corners, dino -meisters.

Wow.

And we can't let those side pockets feel left out.

Eight ball, left corner. Don't blink it.

All right!

Way to go, Rip!

Drop the bull sharking!

Took that loss on the nose, huh?

And in the wallet, three dozen Humongo burgers, guys. And that's just my order.

The humans call this an amusement park.

Not very amusing.

Hey, Lizard Lift, what are you supposed to be?

Iguanas?

Whoa!

Mom! Mommy!

Perhaps we can make this amusement

park more amusing.

If you want to hang on to your piggy bank, never challenge the Ripster to a

of pool.

Thanks for the advice.

Huh?

What lizard monsters?

Only three I know of. Time to kick some serious scale.

Hold on, guys.

Maybe we should get ripping the guys first.

Forget them. There's no time.

Ben, where are you? Forget that.

Where are the burgers?

Burgers on hold, Sharksters. The raptors are tracking the amusement park.

Hold thin, guys. Shark fast.

Where'd they go?

Ha! We scared the rapsaps off!

Think again, dino dog!

Seafood. I hate seafood.

Let's get out of here before the stench permeates our scales.

Good thing we happen to be in the neighborhood.

Somebody had to save you dino -vengers from extinction.

And make that six dozen burgers.

They won't be able to afford it, Jeb. Not after paying to repair all this.

No way. The raptors did this.

Right. All by themselves.

Look, we're here to save your planet from the Raptor gang.

These guys around, destruction's nearly guaranteed.

Explain that to the authorities.

No time.

Come on, guys, before we lose our trail.

Yo, Dino Flakes, get back here.

Okay, fine, go on. And I hope I never see your scaly carcasses ever again.

You explain it to them, okay, big bro?

Thanks.

I don't get it. How could we possibly lose those raptors?

Mathematically, the odds are... Forget the odds. They knew our every move

we made it. I know precisely what you mean, though it defies all logical

explanation. How should we proceed, Jibo?

Right now, we rest.

We'll pick up their trail tomorrow.

This is it, Commander.

A museum.

A fitting resting place for those useless, worn -out fossils.

If those street sharks hadn't interfered, we might have had bad rap

by now.

Or we could be fossil fuel.

I think we owe the street sharks an apology.

Give me a break.

Dino Avengers don't apologize. We terrorize.

Spike, as I told you before, the purpose of our mission...

What? What was that?

Hey, maybe it's the street sharks coming to apologize to us.

Quiet. Let's check it out.

The Robosaurs aren't working.

Something doesn't feel right here.

What are you waiting for? On to phase two.

It's not fair.

Why should we take the rap for that dinosaur destruct -o -thon?

As if we have any control over those guys.

Next time I see their stump -ugly faces, I'm going to have a destruct -o -thon

of my own.

Guys, look at this.

Someone trashed the Natural History Museum last night.

They mentioned the Dino -vengers?

Smells fishy, sharksters. We better check it out.

So, the dino -vengers have turned into dino -vandals.

Fantabulous. Hey, we don't know who did this.

Well, they sure booked out of here in a hurry.

What's that?

It's some kind of tracking device.

Never seen one like this before.

Raptor scent.

It's the Rat Pack, all right.

Scope this out.

They must have posed as raptor robots and ambushed the Dinovengers. And that

whole scene at the amusement park was a setup so they could track them to the

dino lair. Maybe your wish is coming true, Jab.

What wish?

To never see the Dinovengers' scaly carcasses again.

Oh, yeah.

Well, I didn't mean, like, forever.

Hey, looks like this thing's still got some juice.

Now if I can just figure out how to track it back to the source.

On to bay three!

You're not getting away with this, grunge lizards!

So you finally woke up. And just in time.

For what, acid breath?

We're sending you to the dark!

Where you'll be forever in orbit and out of my way.

No way. We're busting out of here.

That is not going to happen.

Whoa, Raplex, you are making one major mistake.

You'll regret this, buddy. Yes, when we get out of here, you'll be one sorry

reptile.

You can handle it from here, right, Spitter?

We've got to move on to phase four.

Can I ever?

This rigs! Those raptors gonna pay big time! They sure are! Just wait till I

my claws in your sorry scales, buddy!

You will taste our revenge, raptors!

Hope you enjoy your vacation, dino -bingers. Cause it's going to be a long

A rig -

Why would the Raptors want a rocket? I don't know. But I'm shark sure the Dino

Ventures disappearance has something to do with it. Well, at least they didn't

steal a bunch of weapons.

Speak to me.

Mr. President.

Yes, sir.

We'll take care of it, sir.

You can count on us.

Spoke too soon. Hacks and Bad Rabbit just broken into the command center of

entire United States arsenal.

Well, at least we know where they are.

Well, that's bad rapping hack.

But where's Spitter? He should be with them. The Raptors always work together.

He could be guarding the Dinovengers.

I've cracked these Raptor codes and got a lock on the signal.

Let's haul Finn.

Streaks and I'll go to the missile command center. Jab, you and Slamu track

signal. What about me?

I've got an idea, Ben.

Something we might need later.

We're getting closer.

We must be close.

The observatory. Check it out.

Oh, that's why they wanted the rocket.

They're going to launch the dino -bingers into outer space.

Cool it, dino -dog.

Just one more minute and you're on a one -way holiday.

You want to bet, pal, that Toad's his head?

Too late, street guppies!

No way!

I'm busting out of here!

Life's a jungle!

Fasten your seatbelts. Thank you for flying Raptor Air.

Gotcha, bro!

at the major world capitals. In 20 minutes, we... Sorry, Commander.

You will have created chaos all over the world, and Earth will be yours for the

taking. A moment I shall favor.

We've got company.

The Guppy Jag!

Make him take a dive!

That's it! The entrance to Missile Command Center!

Fins up!

Nice work!

dudes. We thought you'd gone back to the Stone Age.

Fortunately, Slamu and Jab showed up in time to assist us.

Assist? Oh, is that what we did?

Just some catch.

He just might come in handy.

I programmed the warhead to detonate at our position.

What? Don't worry.

We're so far underground it won't affect us.

The Street Sharks and the Dino -Ventures, that's another story.

Hey,

Raptors, I'll make you a deal, Bad Rap. Give us the compound and we'll give you

back the Bad Rap poster, boy.

Not a chance.

But what about?

Bitter will pay for his own stupidity.

He's not going for it. Come on, guys.

Dino Charge!

The T -Bone, wait!

Tried to warn you.

Titanium steel alloy. Even a nuclear warhead can't dent this thing.

So how are we supposed to get in?

Way ahead of you, dino pal.

Operation Raptor out, ready for action.

Cartilaginous, Ben.

Spinner's escaped.

Should I let him in?

He did a careless, stupid thing. But I am feeling generous today.

Open the door, Hacks. But just a crack.

Here you're knocking, but you can't come in.

Yo, bros, thanks for letting me in. You guys are jossa.

Spinner, what's wrong with your voice?

And your... complexion. You look weird.

Maybe I just got a bad case of acid in the jet.

I can't believe they fell for that primitive robot from the museum.

Hey, who are you calling primitive?

Enjoy the moment, fellas.

It's going to be one of your last.

What are you squawking about, Rabflap?

I just launched a warhead that will blow this mountainside to spittering.

He's bluffing.

Out of here. All of you. Now.

They're even stupider than I thought.

I know. I just can't believe the raptors would do that.

Hey, what do you expect?

They're raptors.

So what now, guys?

Well, you can finally buy us those burgers you owe us. I'd say you're up to

about 12 dozen.

Oh, no way. It can't be that many.

Give me a break.

Stupid goody two -fins and dino wretches don't realize this pod is

indestructible.

How will we get out of here, Commander?

Uh, well, I'll figure it out.

I'll get some witless bystander to help us.

It'll be easy.