01x01 - Sharkbait

[bunniefuu]

(upbeat rock music)

♪ Street Sharks ♪

♪ They bite, they fight ♪

♪ The Street Sharks ♪

♪ Street Sharks ♪

♪ They're gonna kick some serious fin ♪

♪ To win ♪

♪ The Street Sharks ♪

♪ Jaw-some ♪

(tires screeching)

(rocks breaking)

(engines growling)

(metal clanging)

♪ They save the day ♪

♪ The Street Sharks ♪

♪ Street Sharks ♪

♪ They've got the bad guys on the run ♪

♪ The run ♪

♪ The Street Sharks ♪

♪ Street Sharks ♪

♪ The Street Sharks ♪

♪ Street Sharks ♪

♪ The Street Sharks ♪

♪ Street Sharks ♪

♪ Jaw-some ♪

(growling)

(tense dramatic music)

(man grunting)

(chain snapping)

- He dares to say no to me?

His mentor?

His idol?

Pitiful stupid loser.

Doesn't he know I always get what I want?

One way or the other.

Even without your permission,

I'll show you something extraordinary.

Mere child's play for the man

who taught the world what DNA could do in the right hands.

Mine.

A key strand from a swordfish, from the lobster

combined with man's own and it begins.

(computer beeps)

Wake up, I have a surprise for you.

Let's see, who shall it be?

A relentless conqueror, a ruthless leader?

Ah, Genghis Khan.

A ruthless leader and the callous, cold-blooded loner,

a lawless pirate, Captain Blood.

(door beeps)

(klaxon blaring)

Oh, Dr. Bolton, what a surprise.

This should be interesting. (chuckles)

(machinery whirring)

A little particle acceleration to break down the cells.

A dash of proto virus. (chuckles)

Recombining nicely. (chuckles)

(gasps)

(suspenseful music)

- [Luther] Don't just stand there.

- Huh?

- [Luther] Come in.

- Paradigm, what have you done?

This is outrageous, you're not going to use

my findings this way.

- Oh, please, at least I'm putting your research

to good use.

- No you're not, I'm pulling the plug.

(groans)

- The probability of that is zero.

(drills whirring)

- Stop, Paradigm!

You can't mess with nature, I won't allow it.

- [Luther] But Robert, I'm improving on nature.

Witness my triumph.

(keys clacking)

(machinery whirring)

- Eh, triumph?

- [Luther] Why, the perfection

of the human species, of course.

(glass breaking) (shrieking)

- This is perfection?

- I am going about it all wrong.

- You're out of your mind.

(gasps)

Let me out of here.

- This will work, I know it will.

I can eliminate this speed learning

and data encryption DNA completely.

- [Robert] Let me out!

- You know I can't do that.

(machinery whirring)

(Robert gasps)

(screams)

Think of it, Robert.

You'll be free of all those pitiful human limitations.

You'll-- (Robert screams)

(metal crashing)

Huh?

(ominous music)

Ah, time to go.

I always liked this watch.

- [Slash] Not just yet, friend.

What about us?

- What do you mean us?

(car horns honking)

(helicopter blades whirring)

- [Guy In The Sky] It's Guy in the sky,

with a big good morning, Fission City.

Although good seems to be a bit optimistic.

Oceans are crackling,

the UVs off the scale at plus plus,

and the carbon monoxide, blech, you don't wanna know.

I can't lie to you, Fissioners.

It's a stink-hole of a day, okay?

Yuck, even the state university gets failing grades

for air quality.

(ominous music)

- Dr. Paradigm, Dr. Bolton never showed up

for his morning lecture.

- Really?

- But he's never late, never.

I think we should call his sons.

- His sons?

That's a good idea, Lena, a very good idea.

Tell them their father wants them to meet him

at the old nuclear power plant on I- in minutes.

- He does?

Then you spoke with him?

- Just make the call, Lena,

and cancel all my appointments for the day.

I have to go.

- That's Dr. Bolton's watch.

- Man, I wouldn't trust that guy.

That dude's weird.

- I know Bends, but he's my faculty advisor.

(cymbals clanging)

(quirky funky music)

(machinery whirring)

- Ah.

(phone ringing)

Awesome eggs, Hillary.

Even better than your chocolate chip cookies.

Speak to me.

- [Lena] Hi, John, this is Lena.

I have a message from your dad.

- Okay, I'll see you at the old nuke joint.

After me, of course.

(ref whistles)

(grunting)

(phone ringing)

- Oops, sorry.

- [Bobby] Aw, Coop, you waste another goal post?

Listen, here's what's happenin'.

(phone ringing)

- This better be good.

- [Coop] Dad wants us at the old nuke plant on I-

in minutes and counting.

It's a race!

- A race?

Cool.

- [Coop] Hello, Clint?

Clint?

(upbeat rock music)

- Need a ride, baby bro?

- Not a chance.

- Whoa.

- Whoa!

(grunting)

Gotta fly.

Whoa, yeah! (chuckles)

- Hey, big bro.

Eat my dust!

Whoa!

Whoa! (laughing)

- Why does he get all the fun?

- [Coop] Wahoo! (laughing)

- [Guy In The Sky] Oh, baby, it's gridlock time

on the west side cloverleaf.

This ain't enough.

- Tell me about it.

(motorcycle engine revs) (tires squealing)

That's better.

- [Coop] Wahoo!

(jet engine roaring)

- (yawns) What took you so long?

And who's got the chow?

I'm starved.

(heavy door sliding)

- [Luther] Very impressive.

- Dr. Paradigm?

We're here to meet our dad.

- I'll take you to him.

Come with me.

- Wait, that's Dad's watch.

- Such a generous creature.

- No way!

Mom gave it to him.

What are you doing with it?

- He'd never give it away.

- What have you done with him?

(finger snaps)

(growling)

- Ugly.

- Double ugly.

- Let him go, or I'll break you in two and make a wish.

- Hey, no argument here.

(hissing) - Hey, what're you doing?

- [Coop] Put us down.

- Put us back down.

- Right this way, gentlemen.

Blindfold them.

If they resist, tear them apart.

(tense ominous music)

(machinery whirring)

(suspenseful music)

- Bobby, you with us?

- Tell me it was just that two-pound bean burrito

I ate last night.

- Uh-uh.

Surprise!

- Just my luck, a stand-up crustacean.

- Aren't you at all curious what's going to happen to you?

- No, because we're getting outta here.

- What is he gonna do with us?

- [John] He's a gene slammer like Dad,

except we're his guinea pigs.

- Pigs?

(chuckles) Not exactly.

(gasping)

- [All] Oh no!

- [Clint] Oh no!

(groaning)

(screaming)

(gasps)

What...

What...

What have you...

(groans)

- This can't be.

Get up, I order you!

Get up!

(ominous music)

I gave them the perfect dose.

Oh, what a disappointment.

- What should we do with them?

- Ah, just get them out of my sight.

(crickets chirping)

- Here's as good as anywhere.

(screaming)

(upbeat music)

- Huh?

But there were four bodies right there.

That's where the fish monster has dumped them.

I'll give you their description.

They should be easy to find.

(helicopter blades whirring)

- [Guy In The Sky] Hey there, Fissioners.

It's Guy in the Sky bringing you another good

ozone-depleted carbon monoxide-filled morning.

- Bends, are you there?

- [Bends] Uh, yeah, Lena?

- Bends, Dr. Bolton's missed two more classes,

and the boys never came home last night.

Oh, Bends, I made them go out there.

I've got to stay here and see if they call.

Can you...

- Take a spin around the city?

Sure, no problem.

- [Lena] Sure you're not too busy?

(metal rattling)

- Huh?

Not anymore.

- Oh, my head.

Hey, guys, everybody okay?

- Uh, barely.

- Anybody else as hungry as I am?

(cymbals clanging)

(suspenseful music)

(chewing)

(groans)

- (gasps) My hands.

(groaning)

- Your hands?

Check our your fangs. (screaming)

(groaning)

- That lousy gene-slammin' Paradigm's gonna pay for this.

- Lighten up, guys.

Maybe it's not all bad.

- I don't know about you, but I'm still hungry.

(chomping) (sirens wailing)

- No!

- They're coming, run for it!

- They're coming.

We'll just explain what happened.

I'm sure--

- I don't think so.

- [All] Shark time.

- Huh?

- [Guy In The Sky] Oh, baby.

We got us a -car bumper crusher on the I-.

Man, this is radical.

Hey, you rubberneckers, give the emergency folks a break.

There's people in trouble down there.

- Help me, please.

I can't get out!

(screams)

(intense music) (rocks rumbling)

- Good, we lost 'em.

Uh oh, looks like trouble ahead.

We gotta save those people, guys.

- [Guy In The Sky] Folks, your sky guy never lies, right?

I don't know how to break this to you, but sharks!

(screams)

- Hey, you think I'm handsome?

(chomps) You should see my brothers.

- Help me please!

Help!

(squeals)

(sighs)

Sharks!

Help!

- [Guy In The Sky] I know you'll think

I forgot my sunscreen, people,

but I swear to you on my ozone meter

those things were sharks.

And I don't mean personal injury attorneys.

And they were right here

in the crash scene. (phone ringing)

- Come on, Bends, pick up.

(phone ringing)

- Hey, lovely Lena, what's up?

- [Lena] There's a big hangup on the interstate.

Turn on Guy in the Sky now.

- [Guy In The Sky] Can't believe my eyes.

(upbeat funk music)

The Sharks just went underground.

Looks like they were heading for Fission Valley Road.

- 'Kay, I'm already there.

Whoa!

(tires squeal)

Oh, oh, what the, I can't, oh oh.

Hey, thanks.

I was just having a bad hallucination.

Thought I saw, like, some terrible B-movie.

(ominous music)

Sharks?

(shrieks) Oh man, it is a bad B-movie.

- No, it's me, Bobby.

- I don't believe this.

What happened?

(woman screaming)

- Sharks!

(sirens wailing)

- [Bends] Later, let's bolt!

- Fasten your seatbelts.

We're in for a jaw-some ride.

(fast-paced upbeat music)

(tires squealing)

- [Bends] Uh oh.

- [Clint] Make a U-turn.

- [Bends] Hold on to your fins.

- All right. (cheering)

- Fantastic! - Cool move, Bends!

- Hey.

- [Guy In The Sky] High speed chase on the I-.

I'm moving in for a closer...

(stammering) I see 'em!

Sharks!

I'm going in for an exclusive interview, Fiss-folks.

Hey, whoa! (screams)

(sirens wailing)

- That gives me an idea.

(wood crashing)

(chuckling)

- [Slash] We have been looking for hours, Paradigm.

- Face it, the Sharks have vanished!

(laughing)

- [Bends] Hey, will you guys stop moving?

- We can't, we're half-shark, remember?

- Well, try.

As soon as it's dark, we'll make a run for it.

(helicopter blades whirring)

- That's weird.

Since when do they let sharks in the amusement park?

- Sharks?

It's them!

Stop the jet!

(lasers blasting)

You, Slobster, I want them alive!

- A little mayhem will scare them into submission.

Believe me, I know about intimidation.

(lasers blasting)

- Oh no! - Whoa, whoa!

(gentle calliope music)

- Sharks, oh man!

Awesome!

- (stammering) Yeah, aren't they?

We're opening a new ride, the Street Sharks.

- Wow, they look almost real.

- Street Sharks.

- Street Sharks?

I like it.

I like it!

(people screaming) (helicopter blades whirring)

- We gotta get outta here.

(lasers blasting)

- Oh no!

(suspenseful music)

- Make this easy on yourselves.

- What freak show are you from?

(rasping)

(ground rumbling)

- Oh no, no!

(screaming)

- Hello there, and goodbye.

(screaming)

- Excellent!

Now load them in and let's get out of here.

(grunting)

(chomping)

(laser blasts) (screaming)

Good, I have your attention.

Now, listen to me.

You're not going to survive out here.

Your only choice is to come with me,

if you want to find your father.

- What have you done with him?

- Let's get him!

(upbeat rock music) (grunting)

(wheel rolling)

(panting)

- Huh?

Whoa!

(grunting)

- Where are these sharks?

I'll teach them the meaning of fear,

then snip off their heads and use them for bait.

(metal creaking)

- This we're supposed to be scared of?

- [Slobster] The problem is eliminated.

- Wouldn't count on it.

(grunting)

(metal crashing)

That's how the coaster crumbles. (chuckles)

- Who called out the tanks?

(tanks rumbling)

(ominous music)

- Oh no, oh! - Oh, man.

(helicopter blades whirring)

(upbeat music)