01x33 & 01x34 - A Mail Whale Tale/Swimming With the Sharks

[bunniefuu]

- ♪ Baby Shark, do-do, do-do-do-do ♪

♪ Baby Shark, do-do, do-do-do-do ♪

♪ Baby Shark, do-do, do-do-do-do ♪

♪ Baby Shark ♪

♪ And this is my show, do-do, do-do-do-do ♪

♪ That's my mom, do-do, do-do-do-do ♪

♪ That's my dad, do-do, do-do-do-do ♪

♪ That's William! ♪ - Whoo-hoo!

- ♪ We live here ♪

♪ We do fun things ♪

♪ And through it all ♪ - ♪ Do-do, do-do-do-do ♪

- ♪ We dance and sing ♪

♪ This is Baby... ♪ - ♪ Baby... ♪

all: ♪ "Shark's Big Show" ♪

- ♪ Do, do-do, do-do-do ♪

[upbeat music]

both: Eee!

- I can't believe we get to go on a swim-along

with the Mail Whale today.

- I know.

It's been my dream ever since you

told me about it this morning.

- Mail.

both: [gasps] He's here.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Hi, Mail Whale.

- Hello.

[both gasp]

- It's our official mail fish uniforms.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- Is it too soon to cry for joy?

- Only if you do it without me.

[both cry]

- [indistinct noises]

- Whoa. You're gonna teach us

your signature Mail Whale creed?

- Yup.

[indistinct noises]

both: Every fishy gets their package, guaranteed.

That's the promise of the Mail Whale creed.

- [gasps]

He's a poet.

- Don't worry, Mail Whale.

We won't rest until we finish the job.

What team?

all: Mail team!

- Mail!

- "How to Be a Mayor."

Splish splash. Thank you.

- Mail.

- I'm Cuddle Me Cuttlefish.

Who wants to cuddle?

- Ooh, I do! I do!

Aww. [smooches]

You never saw any of this.

- Mail.

- Ah, thanks, Mail Whale.

- Blowhole in one.

- Whoo-hoo-hoo!

And with that, we fishies have delivered all the mail.

- No.

[dramatic music]

- Whoa, that's one fin-incredible package.

Who's it for?

- Gail Whale.

both: [gasps] Gail whale?

- She's the postmaster general,

the most revered fishy to ever wear the mail satchel.

- She's even on the stamp.

- But she lives all the way in Barnacle Buttes.

[angelic music]

- [makes noises]

- You're right, Mail Whale.

Every fishy gets their package, guaranteed.

both: That's the promise of the Mail Whale creed.

[chomping]

- Ahh, I tell ya,

This delivering mail business is the life.

Peaceful, relaxing, nothing to worry about.

[signal beeping]

- [making noises]

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa.

You're saying we have to watch out for package pirates?

[laughs]

That sounds like a whale of tale to me.

- Thar she blows!.

- Huh?

[jaunty music]

♪ ♪

- Huh. Guess package pirates do exist.

- Avast ye, fishies.

Tis I, Captain Bubblebeard,

the most nefarious package pirate

of the seven seas.

- And if you don't believe him,

we wrote a sea shanty about it.

Hit it, Bucky!

both: ♪ No packages or letters? ♪

♪ Then he's the one to fear ♪

♪ He steals the mail and here's the tale ♪

♪ Ahoy, it's Bubblebeard ♪ Yarr!

- ♪ When your order hasn't come ♪

both: ♪ It's Bubblebeard ♪

- Harr! - ♪ Intercepting everyone ♪

both: ♪ It's Bubblebeard ♪

- ♪ Where's Timmy's invites to his Bar Fishmah party? ♪

♪ I'm so sorry, but that parcel probably missed ya ♪

♪ Gil was sad Thursday ♪ both: Wah!

- ♪ No gifts for his birthday ♪

♪ Now I get "Algae of the Month" ♪

♪ Sorry, mate, worst day ♪

both: ♪ Yo, h* ♪

♪ Let 'em know, oh ♪

♪ He's a box buccaneer, Bubblebeard ♪

♪ He's here ♪

♪ Yo, h*, your mail's a no-go ♪

♪ So beware that box buccaneer ♪

♪ It's Captain Bubblebeard ♪

- ♪ Yo flow, flow, and a value pack for Nana ♪

♪ She's waiting for the mail to clip some coupons ♪

♪ But nuh-uh ♪

♪ Nothing gets past Bubblebeard ♪

♪ I'm so fast ♪ both: Whoo!

- ♪ Vigo and Costello's "Villain's Monthly" ♪

Gone. Wah!

both: ♪ Yo, h*, let 'em know, oh ♪

♪ He's a box buccaneer, Bubblebeard ♪

♪ He's here ♪

♪ Yo, h*, your mail's a no go ♪

♪ So beware that box buccaneer is Captain Bubblebeard ♪

- ♪ Yo, h*, let 'em know, oh ♪

♪ Yo, h*, let 'em know ♪

all: ♪ It's Captain Bubblebeard ♪

- And so if me shanty wasn't clear,

I'll be taking your postal booty now.

both: Yarr!

- Well, I'm always excited to meet

new fishies with jaunty tunes and charming accents.

But in this case, swim away!

[up-tempo dramatic music]

- Fire the package plungers!

- Pew! Pew, pew pew!

- [makes noises]

- Mail Whale's right!

Take evasive action!

- Whoa! Whoa!

- Keep on them, lads.

That package is as good as plundered.

- [gasps] Mail fishies, follow me!

[calm classical music]

- A peaceful day for a tea party.

- Hi, Big Fin. - Bye, Big Fin.

- [makes noises]

- Argh, I'm taking this swirlberry scone.

Tis me favorite. [chomp]

- Yar! Back to the chase.

[laughter]

- Yar!

- Blimey, those sneaky mail fishies have given us the slip.

Come on, maties.

We'll scour every inch of the ocean

until we find those scaly scallywags.

both: Aye, aye!

- Whew, our package almost got plundered

and plungered.

- We better hurry and deliver it

before the pirates find us again.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- [gasps] Barnacle Buttes dead ahead.

[suspenseful music]

Gail Whale, here we swim!

- Ha ha ha.

Your postal booty be mine!

Weigh the anchor! Hoist the mizzon!

Swab the poop deck!

Do all the pirate things!

both: Yar!

- Oh, bubble busters.

Now we won't be able to deliver the package.

- And worse, we let you down, Mail Whale.

I don't deserve to wear this mail mustache.

[grunts]

- [makes noises]

- You know, you're so right.

Every fishy gets their package, guaranteed.

That's the promise of the Mail Whale creed.

- It is our humble and epic duty

to follow through and deliver the package.

We just need to get it back from those pirates.

[dramatic music]

- Let's do do do do-do-do-do this.

[chomping]

- Gather round, me hearties.

Let's see what treasure lies within.

[suspenseful music]

- Yo, flow, flow.

Time to return to sender.

- Shiver me flippers!

It's those scaly scallywags.

Get us outta here.

[up-tempo music]

- William, Mail Whale, cover me.

I'm flowing in.

- Ye won't be taking our booty!

Blast the bubble canons!

- Incoming!

all: Ahh! Ahh! Whoa!

- Oh, we'll never get our package back

if we can't get through these bubbles.

- [makes noises]

- Good idea!

You can't mail a package without stamps!

- Ahh!

- Nothing keeps items secure like packing peanuts.

- Ah, nuts.

- Yeah-uh! We stopped the pirates!

- Ahh!

Ye won't be taking me booty that easy.

- Hopping halibut! He's getting away!

- No he won't!

[dramatic music]

- Blow me down, bubbly pack!

Can't. Resist. Popping!

[laughing]

- Woohoo! both: We did it!

- Thanks for showing us

the importance of follow through, Mail Whale.

Because of you, we were able

to get Gail Whale's package back.

- Yep, yep.

And now there's only one thing left to do.

Deliver it.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- Hello, Postmaster General Gail Whale.

- Howdy.

- We have a special delivery.

- Thank you for delivering my package

with such great care.

Hope it wasn't too much trouble.

- Not at all.

- Well, maybe a little.

- Postmaster General Gail Whale, ma'am,

I have an eensy-teensy question.

What's in the box?

- Something that is well deserved.

[suspenseful music]

[fanfare]

both: [gasps] Are those--

- Yes, siree.

I, Postmaster Gail Whale,

hereby award you

with these golden stamps of approval.

both: Oh!

- Is this real life? - Yep.

both: Jaw-some.

- What team?

all: Mail team!

- Wowwie!

This behind-the-scenes look at the studio is fin-credible.

- Thanks for the tour, Rayna.

- My pleasure.

- Are we still gonna play knights later, Baby?

- You know it.

Wha-pa, my liege.

- Ka-tah, m'lord.

[both grunting]

- Hey, you two, be careful around those Anemone Awards.

- [gasps]

Ooh. Real life Anemone Awards?

Uh-oh.

[all gasp]

- I got it! I got it!

Ahh!

- You don't got it, but I do.

both: Coming my way.

[both grunt]

- Ahh!

- I'm gonna get it. I'm gonna get it!

Dah!

[triumphant music]

Ta-da!

[slow clapping] Huh?

- And cut!

Well, well, well.

We just broadcast your shocking shenanigans to the whole town,

and ratings are through the roof!

Who are you?

- That's my best friend, Baby Shark and his family.

all: Hey.

- Well, Shark Family, I'm Sammi Slickfish,

studio boss and your ticket to stardom.

- Huh?

- I'm gonna give you your own reality show.

We'll call it "Swimming with the Sharks"!

- Our own show?

- But are we really cut out for reality TV?

- Who cares? I'm gonna win an Anemone Award.

- We all are.

- Oh. Here you go, Ms. Manta.

[bright orchestral music]

- So what do we do now?

- Just be yourselves.

- [gasps] I know.

I'll show the world my most prized possession.

This heavy-duty hole punch.

- Yeah, not like that.

You should be yourselves, but with more TV pizazz.

- TV pizzaz?

- Uh, okay.

I'm getting the sense that you need a little fin holding.

I'll show you how you need to act

if you're gonna be stars!

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

Audiences wanna see you living the life they wish they had.

You have to be cool.

- How do I do that?

- Just wear this jacket.

♪ ♪

Less drab, more fab.

You. Do something cool.

- Hmm.

How about the triple backflip William taught me?

[grunts]

Ta-dah!

- Not bad. But make it cooler.

Get this.

[upbeat rock music]

♪ ♪

- Ta-dah.

- Wow! - Ooh!

[suspenseful music]

- Well, just like I thought.

- What is it? [crowd screaming]

- Come see for yourself.

[all speaking at once]

You're sea-lebrities!

- Discovered! - Fin-credible!

- The octorazzi wants your picture

because you're famous.

- [sniffs] At last.

- But we're just practical, salt-of-the-sea fish.

Always have been.

- Not anymore, you're not. Let's flow!

The new you awaits!

[cheering]

- Thanks, Scoops. What do I owe ya?

- For you, it's free.

- [humming melody]

Off to serve my community.

- This looks better on camera.

- Oh, thanks.

- Go ahead.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah, it's an honor just to be cut in line by you.

- Okay, if you insist.

- Oh, my. What's in the box?

- Free swag.

- But do we really need all this?

Not very practical if you ask me.

- Then I guess you don't want

this fancy Salt of the Sea scrub.

- From the infomercial? Gimme!

[tranquil music]

- Ahh, personally I'm so glad

we haven't let fame change who we are.

- Me too.

- Uh, Baby Shark.

Are we still gonna play knights?

- Oh, yeah. Sorry, William.

Let me just get my sword.

- Actually, no time for that.

You Sharks have to get to your very first meet and greet.

- Oh, okay.

Don't worry, William. We'll play after.

- Okay, after.

- Chop, chop, Sharks.

To your personal meet and greet studio.

- But this is my dentist office.

- Correction: it was your dentist office.

Now it's where you meet your adoring fans.

And here they come.

[fans screaming]

- Here you go, dearie.

- Slow down. I've only got two fins.

- Are you sure you're okay with this, Daddy?

You love being a dentist. - I know.

- Oh, my gills. Oh, my gills.

I'm your biggest fan.

Will you sign my retainer?

- But this is pretty cool too.

Abso-tooth-ly. Bring it here!

- That's the spirit.

[upbeat music]

- Splish-splash, Mrs. Shark.

- Mayor Anchovy.

You didn't have to wait in line for an autograph.

- Actually, I'm just here to give you your things.

[sniffles]

I packed up your desk since Sammi Slickfish

told me you won't be working at Swimmy Hall anymore.

[sniffles]

- What? But I love my job.

- This is your job now.

And autograph time is over.

We've got TV to make.

Roll cameras!

- I'm Baby Shark,

the little shark who makes a big splash.

- I'm Mommy Shark.

There's more fish in the sea, but only one me.

- I'm Daddy Shark.

I may be cold-blooded, but I give warm hugs.

- I'm Grandma Shark.

My skin's like sandpaper,

so don't rub me the wrong way.

- I'm Grandpa Shark and--

wait, what's my line again?

- Who knew we were so glamorous?

- Me. I knew we were glamourous.

[fans cheering]

- Baby Shark! - Over here!

- This way!

- Hey, what's up?

- Baby Shark! - William!

You here for a shell-fie?

Smile.

- No, I'm not here to take a photo with you.

I'm here because we're supposed to play knights, remember?

I had to dethrone an evil king without you.

- Hopping halibut. I totally forgot.

Well, I guess that's the busy life

of a famous TV star.

- You promised me you'd never change,

but look at you.

[somber music]

- Huh?

Every fishy looks different in a spoon, William.

- No, I mean the way you're acting.

The old Baby Shark would never leave his best bud hanging.

- William's right.

The show has changed me into somefishy I'm not.

It's changed all of us.

And I have to put a stop to this.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- Now, just sign here. Initial here.

Chomp here. - What's going on?

- Oh, good. You made it.

The ratings for "Swimming with the Sharks"

are so fantabulous

that we want you to sign a contract

to make the show forever!

- Isn't it great?

- No, it's terrible. Just look at us.

Mommy, you gave up your job.

Daddy, you gave up teeth.

- Yeah, he has a point.

Oh, I think that cream broke me out in hives.

- Uh, I'm sure there's something in here

that'll clear it up.

- Sweet, simple, little, sweet Baby,

don't you want fame?

Fortune?

- Sounds nice. - Sure.

- I could go for some fortune.

- Listen to you. This isn't us.

We don't care about fame.

We care about friends.

We're not picture perfect.

We're just a family from heart to tail.

We're the Sharks.

♪ Turn off those lights ♪

♪ Put down that camera ♪

♪ We're stopping the action ♪

♪ Just look at you, Grandma ♪

♪ We got hooked on the fame ♪

♪ But nofishy can take, take ♪

♪ Take away who we are, who we are ♪

♪ But honestly, who were we? ♪

♪ Hook line and sinker ♪

♪ We got caught up in the fame ♪

♪ We became sea-lebrities ♪

♪ But the Sharks are different things ♪

♪ We are goofy ♪ - ♪ And toothy ♪

- ♪ We are salty ♪ - ♪ And sweet ♪

all: ♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Sea-lebrity is not for me ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Sea-lebrity is not for me ♪

- ♪ We don't need to be famous now ♪

♪ We'll stay the same us ♪

all: ♪ Hook line and sinker, we got caught up in the fame ♪

♪ We became celebrities ♪

♪ But the Sharks are different things ♪

♪ We are goofy and toothy ♪

♪ We are salty and sweet ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Celebrity is not for me ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Sea-lebrity is not for me ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Sea-lebrity is not for me ♪

- Come on, that was gold.

Are you sure you don't wanna-- - Nope!

- [sighs] Let's never sell out again.

- But we might as well keep the swag box.

- Yeah. - Sounds like a plan to me.

[laughter]

- Now that we're not sea-lebrities anymore,

I have a playdate to make.

[upbeat music]

- Baby?

- Nay. Tis I, Sir Babylot .

I seeketh an adventure companion.

So Sir Williad,

will-st thou swim by my side?

- I thought you'd never ask.

[fanfare]

Tis good to ride with you once more, Sir Babylot.

- Here, here, Sir Williad.

Wha-pa! - Ka-cha!

♪ ♪

- ♪ It's the end, do-do, do-do-do-do ♪

♪ It's the end, do-do, do-do-do-do ♪

♪ It's the end, do-do, do-do-do-do ♪

♪ It's the end ♪

♪ Of our show ♪

♪ But don't go ♪

♪ Let's just flow ♪

♪ To the next episode of ♪

♪ "Baby Shark's Big Show" ♪

♪ Do, do-do, do-do-do ♪