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(soft music)

(engines roaring)
(dramatic music)

(groaning)

- Are you kidding me?

Tim!

Come on.

Tim!

(creature roaring)

(soft music)

(dramatic music)

(engine revs)

(growling)

(man yelling)

(gentle music)

- Of course it's gonna work.

Well, the mayor and I
happen to go way back.

Hey, when have I ever not
come through for you, baby?

Besides...

And then too.

Look, this time it's
different, Willie.

You and Erin just
get the word out.

When it comes to Jimmy Green,
my word is money, baby.

Trust me. (laughing)

- It's workin' fine, Mr. Mayor.

Jimmy.

John.

Oh, I mean, sheriff.

Wow.

Look at you.

Living the dream. (laughing)

- At least one of us is.

- How's your sister, Brenda?

- She carries a gun now.

I'm sure she'll be
happy to see you.

- Ha. (clearing throat

(phone rings)

Mr. Mayor.

- James.

I'm a very busy man.

- I know.

You got the weight of the
world on your shoulders,

or at least this town.

But have no fear,
your savior is here.

- Ha, whose savior?

- Yours.

The island's.

- Oh, and what makes you
think we need saving?

- I see it everywhere I look.

Businesses are closing,
houses are for sale,

locals are moving to the
mainland in search of work.

Poverty's up and
happiness is down.

- Ugh, save me the
speech, please.

- It's not a speech, it's
a golden opportunity.

- Let's just cut
to the chase, huh?

How much this time?

- What, money?

I don't need...

- How much?

- You know what?

Frankly, Pop, I'm insulted.

Your son, the fruit
of your loins,

returns home to bring some
life to the dying town

that raised him, and this...

- How much?

- Not much.

I got millions waiting
on the nickel here,

which means millions
for this island.

You'd be a hero.

And it is an election
year, right, Pop?

Huh?

I've got a plan that
will take White Sands

from the red back
into the black,

just like it was
before the attack.

- All right, son.

I'll bite.

- How many times have
I told these guys

not to ride on the beach?

- A lot.

- And we haven't found
the other body or bike?

And the other riders, they
didn't hear or see anything?

- Nope.

- Because, jeez, I mean,

It looks like he was
dragged in the sand

until his head finally
just snapped off.

He had to have been screaming.

- But those engines
are very loud.

- I know, why do you
think I tell them

not to ride on the beach?

- Hey, look, don't
bite my head off, okay?

I am just as upset as you are.

- No, I mean, we got
to explore every angle

if we're gonna
solve this murder.

- Murder?

That what you think this is?

- What else could it be?

- Well, I'll tell you
what it looks like,

but you don't wanna hear it.

You don't wanna face the facts.

- Facts?

The fact is, this
head and a those marks

are too far from the beach
to be a shark attack.

- No, the tide could
have washed it up.

Look, the line ends all
the way up top there.

- No, no way.

Tim still had his helmet on.

Why would he be swimming
with his helmet on?

- I don't know, maybe
they were in the water.

They can do that nowadays
with these dirt bikes.

They can ride them on the water.

- Did you ask the guys?

Is that what they told you?

- I asked them, but they said

that's not what they were doing.

- So how did he
end up in the water

with his helmet on, okay?

Plus, look at the blood marks.

They line up with the head.

So the tide didn't do this.

He was dragged.

- Those lacerations look
very similar to a bite.

Maybe we should call Dr. Powers.

- I'm not calling Dr. Powers
because it wasn't a shark.

I mean, for all we know it
could have been a coyote.

- A coyote?

There hasn't been a coyote
on this island in 30 years.

- Look, I'm just saying
if it was another animal,

what could have
done it to this man?

Besides a shark.

Go look for the
other dead bodies.

If you have to,
comb the beaches.

- Shouldn't we comb the water?

- No.

Stay out of the water.

But the beach, they stay open.

- What?
- Mayor's orders.

And speaking of
sharks, Jimmy's back.

- You remember the old
island festival, Pop?

- Please, son.

Is that what this is all about?

You wanna throw another party?

The community still hasn't
recovered from the last one.

- I'm not just
talking about a party

with a parade and some
pony rides here, Pop.

Check it out.

I'm talking about an
annual festival based

on radical self-expression
and self-reliance.

A temporary community
for spring-breakers

giving them exactly
what they need: freedom

from their classes and midterms.

- And frat parties.

Oh, yeah, college is so
oppressive these days.

Not that you would ever know.

Looks like one of those
old kumbaya festivals.

(laughing) Yeah, I
remember those days.

Bunch of hippies
running around naked.

(inhaling) High on dope.

- Oh, no, no, no, no.

Listen, Pop, I'm
not just talking

about a bunch of spring
breakers running around taking

their tops off and drinking
themselves into oblivion.

There's gonna be music too.

Huh?

Huh, think about it.

Think about it.

Daytona, Havasu, Burning Man.

All of these places
survive on one week a year.

We can have our own
cash cow right here.

The Sandman Festival.

Thousands of kids from
all across America

will flock to this island

for some fun in the sun,
and spend tons and tons

of their parents' money.

It will save the town.

You will be the mayor
that saves this town.

You and me will be the
family that saves this town.

- Did you practice that speech?

- A little, why, did
it sound rehearsed?

- Not really.

- Ha!

- Sandman Festival, huh?

So there's a lot
of gilt in this?

- Oh, big money.

Big money, from ticket sales

to camp site rentals,
food, lodging.

If it can't be got,
it can be bought.

We'll make a killing.

- Does this mean you're in?
- Let's party, son.

I don't do that.

(speaks in foreign language)

That's my boy.

(dramatic music)

(cell phone buzzing)

- Pacific Marine Institute.

Hi, my name is Brenda Stone.

- I'm a deputy at the White
Sands Island Sheriff Department.

Yeah, I'm hoping to
speak to a Dr. Powers.

- This is she.

- I'm sorry, wrong person.

I'm looking for a
Dr. Jacques Powers.

- He's not with us anymore.

- Did he finally retire?

He helped us with a shark
attack a few years ago,

and I kind of got the feeling

he'd rather swim with the
sharks than study them.

- Is there anything
I can help you with?

You guys haven't had another
shark attack, have you?

- Well, we're not sure.

We're hoping someone
could come take a look.

- What's the name again?

(dramatic music)

- Okay.

You have successfully
buried me in the sand.

Now how about you
successfully un-bury me

from the sand?

- I'm sorry, I'm busy.

- No, you're not busy.

You're putting on suntan lotion.

- Oh, would you like some?

There you go.

- No!

(spitting) I don't want any.

I want you to un-bury me
from the sand like I asked.

- Oh, relax.

- Relax?

Relax, you try to relax
when you're buried neck-deep

in the sand.

Well, maybe next time you'll
remember our anniversary.

- Oh, my...

I'm speechless.

I don't even know what to say,

because this is the
most ridiculous thing

that has ever happened to me.

And as soon as you un-bury me,

I'm breaking...

That's great.

Whatever.

I wanna break up.

(creature roaring)
(screaming)

Cindy?

Cindy?

Ow.

Is that?

Ow.

Ow, ow.

Ow!

(screaming)

(soft music)

- [Announcer] Attention all
passengers, now boarding

from Cedar Bay.

Please present your boarding
pass to the ticker counter.

Thank you.
- White Sands,

is that one word or two?

Eh, whatever.

Okay.

Just sent out the bait on Biter.

In a few minutes
every college kid

in this country is gonna
have a bite on Sandman.

- Got to love social networking.

- Yes Mr. Baggio, I will
make sure that Mr. Green's

party lives up to
your expectations.

Okay, goodbye.

- Excuse me.

You must be Jimmy's lawyer.

He told us to wait; we'd
meet one sharp lady.

Actually, he said
sharp-tongued devil lady.

(laughing) I'm sure
he was just kidding.

So, I'm Willie.

I do all the cyber
marketing for Jimmy.

And this is Erin, our intern.

- Hey, hey.

(golf cart humming)
(playful music)

- Welcome to my island.

(sighing)

How was the flight?

- Fly.

Thanks for the chariot.

- My first heli-thingy ride.

It was hella cool.

- I'd like to take
credit for it, but...

- He can't.

His investor paid for it.

- Nice to see you too, Amanda.

Tony D-Bag send you
here to check up on me?

- Mr. Baggio just wanted
to make sure you didn't

bite off more than
you can chew again.

- Well, let's go see the
beach and you can judge

for yourself, shall we?

Hey, where's Sparky
and the boys?

- They took a boat thingy.

- Yeah, there wasn't enough room

for all this fireworks.

Said this vessel will
give me the bomb.

- Yeah, I know all about his
military-grade explosives.

He wanted to call this
festival Sand-pocalypse Now.

- Um, Mr. Green?

- Just jump in the
bed, it's safe.

- Oh, yeah.

I've heard that one before.

- [Announcer] Attention
all passengers, Flight 14,

your bags are now available...

(engine revs)

- Hey!

(ominous music)

(banging)

- Jeez!

(panting)

You nearly scared me to death.

- I thought you
would have caught me,

being that you're
on shark watch.

- Oh.

Guess I just got
lost in the water.

- Any activity?
- No.

It's dead.

- Well, I guess that's a
bit of a relief, isn't it?

John?

(screaming)

John, what?

(laughing)

- Stop.

- So, we'll set up the
main stage right here.

We're gonna have some beer and
food tents off to the side.

Nice little VIP lounge
area in the back.

- Wait, we having actual stages?

- Not really.

No, I wanna all
be on the ground.

You know, have the DJ
spinning at eye level.

Make it feel like one giant
beach blanket bingo party.

- Who were you thinking for DJs?

- The usual.

Killer Carl, Dead Horse.

Start things off with DJ Plan B.

And if any of them say
they can't make it,

you tell them they owe me.

- Okay.

- That's ironic: you
collecting on a debt.

- What's ironic, Amanda,
is you not being a witch.

Actually, that would be
a miracle. (laughing)

- Stop trying to
flirt with me, James.

I'm out of your league.

- You only think you're
out of my league.

And you tell Tony that
Jimmy Green always pays.

My word is money, baby.

Money.
- Money.

- It better be,
otherwise your name

is gonna be on a tombstone.

(clearing throat)

- So, what about, like, housing?

- Yeah, housing.

There is a campground
just down the beach a ways

for everybody to put their RVs,

their tents, whatever.

- You expect thousands of
college kids to sleep in tents?

- I know for you, Amanda,
sleeping in a three-star hotel

is roughing it.

- Try four-star.
- But to a college student,

sleeping on a couch is a luxury.

Besides, it's spring break.

It's Sandman Festival.

If they're sleeping
they ain't spending.

- Yup!

- Who needs beds
when you have booze,

beach bodies and bands?

(laughing)

- And she is why I
will never have kids.

- Spring break is off
the hook! (laughing)

- No, I don't do that.

- Oh.

(playful music)

(camera shutter clicking)

- Oh-ho!

Nice hat.

Is that part of the uniform?

- Jimmy.

- Brenda.

Long time no see.

- Yeah.

Last time I saw you,

oh, that's right,
I never saw you.

You just left me with
an eviction notice,

two grand in bills
and your stupid cat.

- At least I left
you with something.

- You have some nerve coming
back here, Jimmy Greenburg.

- Greenburg?

- It's Green now.

- I heard, as in envy?

- As in money.

- Right.

Isn't that ironic, considering
you never have any.

- That's exactly what I said.

- I'm sorry, who are you?

- This is Amanda Gore.

She happens to be my lawyer.

- Actually, I represent
James' financiers,

among other things.

- So, why has the
prodigal son returned?

- Oh, I just had an idea
how to help the island.

- Oh, doing what, exactly?

- Just something to help
out local businesses.

- Oh, we're throwing a major
rager for spring break.

It's called the
Sandman Festival.

It's gonna be epic.

- Festival?

Jimmy, you're organizing
another festival?

- It's not really a festival,

more like a party.

Kind of a small
get-together, really.

- After what the people of
this island have gone through,

you're throwing another party?

- Look, I am gonna put
White Sands back on the map.

- You're the reason
we're off the map, Jimmy.

15 people died the
last time you threw

this island a party.

(roaring)
(screaming)

- Help!

Somebody help!

Something happened
to my boyfriend!

It came out of the sand.

(dramatic music)

Come on!

I saw it!

Something ate my boyfriend!

There is something,
a shark swimming

in the sand.

- Miss, sharks can't
swim in the sand!

- I saw it!

- She must be talking
about shallow water

or somethin', right?

- John, come on.

Wake up!

- Ooh.

- That's gonna be
bad for business.

(voices chattering)

- That's all, we wanna know...
- The same answers.

The same thing every year.

Blah, blah, blah!
- We understand that.

We understand!
- Everybody, please calm down.

- Hello!

- [Mayor] One at a time,

one at a time.
(whistling)

- There's a killer in the water

and you're telling
us to calm down?

- Tim Cassidy was
killed the day before,

and you didn't warn anyone?

- Now, hold on, Peter.

We don't know that Tim
Cassidy was attacked.

Why, what I mean to
say is we still haven't

found the body.

Right, John?

- Yes, Mr. Mayor, but...
- Excuse me, John.

You of all people
should be freaked.

You lost your wife and
child to a shark attack.

- Hey, now, we're not saying
it was a shark attack.

- What else could it have been?

- Look, we have an expert coming

from the mainland, Dr. Powers.

He helped us last time.

He'll know what to do.

- What about the bounty?

Is that true?

- Yes, I guess you talked...

- Yes, as a matter
of fact, it is.

You bring us the head, you'll
get the bread guaranteed.

- Listen, listen guys,
we can't have you running

around town with guns
chasing after some fish.

I'm sorry, sir, we don't
even know where it came from.

- I heard it came from the sand.

- No, Bob.

I'm sure it was just
a shark swimming

in shallow water.

But until the experts
take a look at it,

the beaches, they stay closed.

- What?
- You're closing the beaches?

For how long?

- Just until.

Listen, listen!
- Everyone calm down.

- Just until we find out what
it is and we can stop it.

- How long, exactly?

I own a business,
and it's hurting.

Another bad season,
I'm gonna have to move.

- Closing the beaches
will kill us all.

- What the sheriff means to say

is that the beaches will be
closed for 24 hours only.

- Hey, wait a minute.

I got a deadline here!

- 24 hours only, that's it!

- [Man] I'll catch
your sand sharks.

- Excuse me?

- I said, I'll
catch it for youse.

And it's a sand shark.

- I've never seen a
sand shark that big.

- (laughing) That's because
you got your eyes up your ass.

It's big 'cause it
ain't a sand shark.

It's a sand shark.

It swims in the sand.

- They don't exist.

- Ha!

Says you.

I've seen 'em.

Now, you want it caught or not?

- Well, of course we do, Angus.

- Okay, I'll catch it meself.

But I ain't doing it
for no thousand bucks.

I'll do it for 10 grand.

For that, I'll bring you
the head, good and dead.

Yeah?

And then you get to have
your fruity festival.

And your businesses
will survive.

Tourists will come.

No one gets hurt.

- Well, thank you, Angus.

We'll certainly consider it.

- You know where to find me.

- Okay.

- All right, this
meeting's adjourned.

Everybody out of here.
- What?

No, wait minute.

- Thank you all.

- [John] Let's
go, guys, come on.

Let's get out of here.

- Sheriff Stone?

(soft music)

- [John] So, how are we looking?

The bite marks on the neck
match the ones on the legs.

It's the same animal.

- Is it a shark?

- I can't be sure.

I'd have to run some more tests,

see if there's any other DNA.

- I noticed you had a
firearm, Dr. Powers.

- Well, you know,
there's a lot of sharks

out there, sheriff.

A girl can't be too careful.

And it's Sandy, please.

- Well, Sandy, call me John.

(dramatic music)

- Hey, Earl, you sure that
thing comes out at night?

- Damn sure, man.

All the attacks been at night.

But we will have to be patient.

Hey, you see that?

No!

(roaring)

(dramatic music)

It's the shark, oh.

- Oh, crap!
(both screaming)

We're on land.

It can't get us now.

- Earl!
- What?

- It's coming again!
- Oh, God!

(screaming)

- (sighs) Well, that's
Earl Jones' raft.

Hm.

Can you guys lift for me?

(flies buzzing)
- Ew.

- Oh.

- Yeah.
- Ugh.

All right, guys.

You can bring it down thanks.

- Seems like they would have
been better off in the boat.

You know, judging by the
position of the raft,

this far up the beach, they
weren't attacked in the water.

- Oh.

- Hey!

Got a party to plan here!

- Oh, I got to go
deal with that.

Are you okay down here?

- Yeah.

I'm gonna play in the sand
and see what I can dig up.

- Okay.

Thanks, guys.

- Ooh.

I love a woman in uniform.

- Ugh, Jimmy, I'm
not in the mood.

- You're not in the
mood, what about me?

I have an entire
festival to set up,

and your brother won't
let us on the beach.

- That's because it's
closed for 24 hours.

You were there.

- Well, it may be closed
to the public, but not me.

I have reserved this
beach for a private event.

- Regardless, you're not
getting on this beach.

Until John says it's safe.

- Ah.

Still can't jump until
your brother says

how high, huh?

Well, according to this contract

signed by my father,

the distinguished mayor

of White Sands, I have full
access to use this beach

whenever and however I choose.

- Raoul Jones and
Ray Parker's arms

were just found in the
sand minus their bodies.

So, I don't care if
God himself signed

that paper, everyone
is waiting 24 hours,

or at least until we
catch whatever fish

is eating people on this beach.

Until then, your party
isn't on the sand.

It's on the ice.

- Hello, doctor.

Of what, I have no idea.

- So, what's the plan?

- Well, we just go
ahead as planned.

Just keep the marketing
machine running.

I have a very special
hands-on job for you.

- I told you I wasn't
gonna do that again.

- Relax, I said hands-on job,

not hand, never mind.

- All right, but what about
the beach being closed?

With a shark out there,
no way are people

gonna come to the beach.

- You just leave the
shark to big daddy.

Hey, it's Jimmy.

Your brother still doing
those lame shark movies?

- I got the stuff you asked for.

- Thanks.

- So is there anything new?

- Actually, yes.

Take a look at this bad boy.

- [John] Wow.

Looks like a shark tooth.

It is, but I'm not
sure what kind.

- This thing really puzzles me.

Take a look at this.

See the gum line?

It's really soft.

And the tooth is underdeveloped.

It looks like a baby tooth,

but it's bigger than any
adult great white shark

tooth I've ever seen.

- Well, is it a great white?

It looks more like a
sand tiger shark, but...

- Well, then it's a tiger shark.

- It's similar in
shape and density,

but see the
striations right here?

- [John] Yeah.

See how the tip has a
jagged edge, like a saw?

- Mm-hmm.

- Well, I've only seen
one other tooth like that.

And it was a tooth that
my dad brought back

from Joshua Tree, of a
prehistoric sand tiger shark.

The Striatolamia macrota.

- So are you saying
this is a dino shark?

- Um, I can't be sure.

I'd have to run other tests.

You know, carbon dating,
DNA, stuff like that.

So don't go getting all
Roger Corman on me yet.

- Who?

- Obviously you're
not a B-movie fan.

- Nope.

- [Brenda] Brenda for John?

- Yeah, Brenda.

- I need you to come
down here real quick.

They caught another one.

- Caught one what?
- Another shark, and it's big.

(dramatic music)

- Okay, who killed the shark?

Huh?

Was it Banlinder?

Did Mike Banlinder
kill this shark?

- I think this is the shark
killer over here, Pop.

- Oh, you sir, (speaks
in foreign language).

So we all have you
to thank for this?

- That's right.

Me and my crew snapped
this little guppy up

like a bird in a disco.

- (laughing) Aces.

Just aces.

Fantastic work!

- I hate to bust up
your party, boys,

but would you mind if we
take a look at this fish?

- What's there to look at?

It's a shark, it's dead;
let's open up the beach

and party, huh?

- I just wanna make
sure it's the shark

we're looking for, Jimmy.

- This guy obviously
has nothing to hide.

I mean, look at him.

- Sheriff, I am certain this
has got to be the right shark.

- Oh, well, if he's
sure then we should

definitely have a look.

- Hey, hey, hey!

Get away from there.

- Mr. Mayor, I would like
you to meet Dr. Sandy Powers.

She's from the Pacific Marine
Institute on the mainland.

She'll be able to tell
us if this is our shark.

- Relax, it's loaded.

- Excuse me?

- The shark.

It's loaded.

It's real.

There was an actor
in Shark Attack 3D.

Died while filming.

Ate one of the other actors,

so they had to pop it.

(both laughing)

- Bites for them,
good for us, huh?

- [Mike] Giddyup.

- It's not what
we're looking for.

- Oh, come on.

What is this, a joke?

Hey, Pop, John is obviously
trying to stop the festival.

But he caught a shark.

- Yeah, but it's not the shark.

- Miss, are you positive?

- Dead positive.

The teeth are too
small on this one.

This is an adult, and I
believe that the tooth

that we have is from a baby.

Besides, the shark's
been dead a week.

I doubt these men
even caught it.

- Beaches stay closed.

Get this fish out of here.

- Does this mean I
don't get my bounty?

You just get your crew
together and start setting up

for the festival.

I'll handle it.

(dramatic music)

- Hey, got plans
for spring break?

Come to the Sandman Festival.

Hey, come to the
Sandman Festival.

It's gonna be great.

(cell phone ringing)

Hey, Mr. Green.

- Erin, baby.

Talk to me.

How's it going out there?

- Lame-o.

Nobody's taking these fliers.

- Do they know that
it's a music festival?

- Yes, but...
- And have you told them

there's gonna be tonnes of beer?

Yes, but-

- Where are you?

- The beach by the boardwalk.

- The beach?

Oh, hell no, Erin.

Baby, sweetheart, no, no, no.

People at the beach,
they don't wanna party.

They don't wanna be bothered.

You need to find a bar and
buy some bad decisions.

- But I'm only an intern.

I don't have any money.

- Ooh.

Uh, just...

Put it on your card.

I'll pay you back.

- Hm.

Yeah, you will.

Bloodies for everybody!

(all cheering)

(upbeat music)

- I don't know what that
girl would do without me.

She'd get eaten alive
in the real world.

How's promoting in
cyberspace, huh?

- Oh, man, we got
Tweets and creeps,

bites and bulletins
all over the Web, man.

I'm telling you,
we are on campus,

on your wall and on your phone.

I got space on lockdown, son.

- Right on, dawg.

- Well, actually, Erin created
this program that triples

the hits on every blog and
college website in the country.

So, she's your chick.

- Really?

She can do that, huh?

- Yeah, she's smarter
than she looks.

- Wow.

I would have never guessed
she was such a shark.

Better watch out.

She might come
biting for your job.

- What?

Never happen.

I'm still the big
fish in this pond.

Check it.

I'm even too big for
this island's internet.

I already crashed it twice.

- Hey, hey, hey.

- See what I mean?

I'm just saying, I'm that good.

- Don't ever do that again.

- Okay, all right, all right.

I won't.

(gentle music)

(growling)

(electricity crackling)

No.

This isn't happening now.

(breathing heavily)

Tell me this did
not just happen.

We did not just lose every feed!

No!

Hey.

You looking for Jimmy?

- Yeah.

You?
- Yeah.

- Jimmy, I am wet and...

Hi, deputy.

- Hmm, ma'am.

- Looks like
someone's Mr. Popular.

Just so you two know,
I get him first.

- What's up?

Hello.

(sighing)

Hello.

Uh, is anybody else's power out?

(siren blaring)

Look, I understand
why the back seat.

You don't wanna sit
next to me, fine.

But are the handcuffs
really necessary?

- Yup.
(Jimmy sighs)

- So wanna tell me
what's going on?

Where we're headed?

- Nope.

- You know, I said I was sorry.

I never meant to hurt you.

- Well, you didn't.

Happy?

- Not really.

No.

I was hoping an apology might
get these off my wrists.

Ow!

- It's always about you, still.

(sighing)

So, why did you
really come back here?

- Like I said, I wanna
put on a festival

and help White Sands.

- That's it?

You came back here
to help the home

that you couldn't
wait to get away from?

- Yeah, that's about it.

That, and I'm gonna make
some nice green out of it.

(laughing) But other than that,

what else is there here for me?

- Apparently nothing.

- What's going on over there?

- I recognize you.

I recognize who you are.

- You need to relax, dude...
- No, no, no.

You were there earlier.

You were there earlier
with a guy named Jimmy.

You just, you just stay put.

- Those are your buddies, right?

- Sheriff.
- What?

- Is that really necessary?
- Yes, it is.

- Do you even know
how to use that thing?

- Yes, I do.

- Thank God your mother's
not here to see this.

Why is he in cuffs?
(grunting)

- He is a ringleader of
this crew of criminals.

- Criminals?

Buddy, if you'd just
let me fix the problem...

- That's enough out of you.

- Yeah, if you would let
him get the power on,

John, maybe it would
shed a little light

on whatever your problem is.

- Oh, so you do
know all these men?

- As a matter of fact, I do.

They work for me.

- Wait, these men
all work for you?

- Yes.

- Impressive.

- Impressive?

No, not impressive, Mr. Mayor.

These are the same
men that thought it'd

be funny to slip
in a fake shark,

and then turn the power
off of this entire island.

- Look, it's just
a fuse problem.

- That's enough out
of you, light bulb.

(dramatic music)

- Would you take off
the cuffs, please?

Is all this true?

- As a matter of fact,
Dad, it is, and, ow!

Ow!

We have an entire festival
to get set up, ah,

by tomorrow, and we're
already running behind.

(ominous music)

If he would just let Sparky
get the power on then...

- Sparky can just
stay cool, okay?

You keep breaking
the law and doing

your little sneaky
stuff, and the power will

not be the only
thing that goes down.

- You see, Pop?

He's threatening me again.

He's been trying to stop
Sandman from the very beginning.

(breathing heavily)

(creature growling)

- All right, enough
of this waiting

for divine intervention garbage.

- Look, I told you to stay put.

- Look, buddy, you
can't insult me

and then not let
me fix the problem.

- Look, you just
freeze right there.

- You wanna shoot me?

Then do it.

Otherwise, prepare
for fireworks.

- I'm warning you.

I'm warning you, freeze.

You guys stay here.

- [Sparky] Lights up, baby!

(growling)

- Sandy!

Sandy!

- Dr. Powers!

- John, stay there.

It's in the sand.

It's circling.

- Did you see that?

- John, don't!

(gun fires)

- Come on, come on.

- Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

- What the hell was that?

- Did you see that thing?

It moved through the
sand like it was water.

- I've never seen a fish
swim in sand. (pants)

I hate to say it, but I
think the old man was right.

That's an actual sand shark.

- We are keeping
these beaches closed

until that thing is killed.

- Agreed.

Sorry, son.

- Pop, you promised me.

- And I also promised
that the residents

and visitors of White
Sand I'd protect 'em.

(speaks in foreign language),
as much as I do truly believe

that your party
would help everybody

on this island, what
kind of leader would

I be if I allowed this
event to go on knowing

that there's some kind
of monster out there.

- No.

It is our civic duty
to close this beach.

I'm drawing a line in the sand.

You mark my words:
I will not rest

until this beast is...

(growling)

- Mr. Mayor!
- Hey, Pop!

Oh!

- Oh, my God, Jimmy.

- My dad!

- I know.
- It went, it ate him!

And he's gone!

Oh!
- My God.

Oh, my God.

(stammering)

- I just got to plug it in!

- Sparky!
- Get off the beach!

- Sparky!

- Sparky, get off the beach!

- Come on!

I can help!
(gun fires)

- No, you can't!
- I can save him!

Shoot that thing!

Sparky!

- Sparky, off the beach!

- Sparky!
- It's all right.

Jeez.

Relax.

- Sparky!

- Sparky, get off the beach!

- Here goes nothing.
- Sparky!

- Sparky, get off the beach!
- Can't have fire

without a Sparky.

(electricity crackling)

- Oh!

(car horns honking)

(gentle music)

(grunting)

- Are you checking up on me?

- Kind of.

I came to tell you the
beach is open, but...

Looks like you
already know that.

- Yeah, well, you know, now
that the sand shark's dead,

I figure the show must go on.

- Same old Jimmy.

Always turning the page.

- Look, I know it sucks.

But it's what my dad
would have wanted.

"James, put on a brave face.

"It's business as usual."

That was a little bit
more of a bad Sean Connery

than my dad, but
you get the point.

Besides, he always
loved a good party.

I've decided I'm gonna
do this in his honor.

- He would have liked that.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

(grunting)

- Hey, Jimmy, break
a leg tonight.

I hope this works out for
you and for the island.

- Yeah.

Oh, speaking of that,
I got a guy coming

from the mainland to
fix the electricity.

So let John know the power
will be on soon, okay?

I will, thanks for doing that.

- Yeah, you bet.

(grunting)

(sighing) Brenda.

You know how to get down
to the beach from here?

- Yeah, it's that way.

- Great.

Got it.

(grunts) Okay.

(grunting)

Hey.
- Hey.

- [Jimmy] Oh, ow, ow!

- Do you need help

Are you okay?
- No, no.

I got it, I got it.

- You look like you got it.
- Ooh.

(exhaling)

(ominous music)

- The main power is still out.

What are you working on?

- (sighing) Okay, so,
remember how I said

I wasn't sure but I
thought that the tooth

might be a baby tooth?

- Yeah.

But you also said it was
too big to be a baby tooth.

- Oh, it's definitely
a baby tooth.

The scary part about
it is just how much

of a baby this thing really is.

Our ferocious, flesh-eating fish

was just a newborn pup.

- What?

I mean, this thing's huge.

How's that possible?

- The proof is in the biology.

It's not prehistoric,

though sharks are like
alligators and they've

been around for
450 million years.

This thing isn't a fossil.

It's a predator that
has evolved to wear sand

like a coat and travel
through it like water.

- How does it swim?

- It's all in the skin.

Its placoid scales have
evolved to give them

hydrodynamic
advantages in the sand,

thus reducing
turbulence and friction.

Basically, it uses
the tiny vortices

in its scales to
suction-cup from one grain

to the next.

And it sucks out the water.

Which is why it seemingly
likes to attack at night.

Because that's when the sand
is colder and more moist.

- Well, lucky for us,
this thing is dead.

- Um, yeah.

About that.

This baby is dead.

But keep in mind that
it was a newborn.

Just spawned.

So that means that mommy
is probably out there

looking for her lost pup.

- And then I looked up,
and there he was, gone!

My dad was gone!

Don't you ever knock?

- Jimmy, we got a problem.

- Another one?

Oh, God.

Cancel my order.

(soft music)

- Did I do good or what?
- Hells yeah!

- Dude!

- You hooked it up big time.

- And there's more coming too.

There was a thousand
college kids on the dock

when we left.

- You're so paranoid, bro.

You got to have
faith in the kid.

(both laughing)

- Yeah, man!

- I mean, what can I say?

It just comes to me in my sleep.

I don't know, these like...

- Ow!

Watch it, loser.
- Damn, baby,

I'd pop you like a pill.

- Yeah.
- As if.

Just go eat a pine
cone, you crunchies.

- All right, attitude.

Whatever.

Peace.
- Whatever, we're out of here.

If those are the type
of guys that are here,

spring break's gonna bite.

- Whatever.

Come on.
- Like I said,

you did a real good job.

Jimmy's gonna be
hella impressed.

- You think he'll
promote me now?

- No.

You're still the intern.

- Oh.

- Hey, you're the electrician.

Okay, cool.

We got the stage
setup and everything.

Make sure you build it right.

(ominous music)

- She's out there, and
if she's anything like

her offspring, she's
big and she's hungry.

- I hate to sound like
a broken record, Jimmy,

but these beaches stay closed.

- No way.

It's too late.

Right now there are
thousands of college kids

storming the beaches
of White Sands

ready to spend lots
and lots of money,

which means lots
and lots of money

for the people of this island.

So if you kill
this festival now,

then this island
could be dead with it.

- That's a risk I'm
willing to take.

- Oh, you might be,
but the residents

of this island aren't.

So unless you're sure
that there is another

shark out there?

We think there is, but
we're not positive.

- Ha!

So if you shut down
this festival now,

you're just gonna seem paranoid.

And if my dad was
here, he would say,

"Paranoia is not a good
thing for an election year."

That was a little
more Richard Nixon

than my dad, but
you get the point.

I do believe you're
up for reelection,

aren't you, sheriff?

- Fine.

But the first sign of
a shark by your people

or mine, and this party is over.

I wasn't prepared last time,

but this time, we'll be ready.

- Ho-ho!

Looks like a sign from above.

(dramatic music)

What up, party people?

(all cheering)

- [Man] Yeah!

- Welcome to the
Sandman Festival.

Woo, woo!

- [Man] Yeah, Sandman!

- I'm your host, Jimmy Green.
- Yeah Jimmy!

- And this is going
to be the biggest,

the baddest, the hottest
beach party on the planet!

(all cheering)

Forget Daytona, forget Cancun.

There ain't no party
like a Sandman party

'cause the Sandman
party don't stop!

- [Man] Yeah, never stops!

Oh, yeah!

- Woo, yeah!

Yeah!

Before we get started, though,

I wanna dedicate
this inaugural party

to the memory of
my dad, the late,

great Mayor James Greenburg.

Yes, yes.

Without his support,
the Sandman Festival

would still be a dream.

So good looking out, Pop!

(all cheering)

Now, without further ado,

I want you to put your
worries about class

to bed and let's wake up
this beach with DJ Plan B!

Can you dig it?

(upbeat dance music)

(ominous music)

- Brenda, why are you
leaving your post?

- You want me to walk
through the crowd

and check things
out at eye level?

- No, no.

I got it.

- You sure?

- Yeah, I'll take care of it.

(upbeat dance music)

- Ah, (chuckles).

Ha!

And you and tea bags
were worried I wasn't

gonna pull it off.

(laughing) Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

Oh.

Oh, good.

Oh, Lord.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, good.

- Jimmy?

(stammering)

- It's not what it looks like.

- I hope you die.

- You don't, you do?

Hey, wait, I got...

- Don't tell me you're thinking

about Deputy Doughnuts over me.

- Bite me, Amanda.

- I already did that.

- You really are a
man-eater, aren't you?

- You know why you'll always
be in someone's debt, Jimmy?

You just don't have
the head for business.

(screaming)

Holy (stammering).

Shark!

Just one shark.

Show must go on.

Oh!

- Yo!
- Ah! (laughing)

- [Willie] You're
missing the show.

- Hey, Mr. Green, you all right?

You look like you
just saw a ghost.

- No, no, no, no.

I'm good, it's all good.

Let's par-tay!

Yeah.
- Wait, wait.

I want a picture.

Will you get with Mr. Green?

- All right, okay, cool.
- What, now?

Hurry up, take the
pic and we'll party.

- Let's go, White Sands!

(screaming)

- Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Is that Amanda?

Jimmy, what did you do?

What did you do?

- Me?

I didn't do anything.

It was the sand shark.

A sand shark did it.

- Sand sharks?

I thought they were dead.

- Oh, man, I think
I'm gonna be sick.

- Look, everybody
just calm down.

Pull yourselves together.

- Calm down?

Jimmy, we got to call the cops.

We got to stop Sandman.

What?

- No, no, we can't.

I can't!
- What do you mean you can't?

Of course you can.

- I can't, Willie.

You know what will happen
to me if we close this down.

Besides, we got the
greatest beach party

in history going on.

We can't blow that
because some crazy

mafia witch lost her head.

- Jimmy, it's just not
about Amanda, okay?

It's Sparky, it's your father,

It's all the people
that died so far.

- I know, I was there, Willie.

And for your
information, my father,

Sparky and Amanda would all
say the show must go on.

So the show will go on.

- Are you serious right now?

- As a heart attack.

Or shark attack.

- Willie, I think what
Jimbo is trying to say

is that we can't
just cancel the party

because a few people
got killed, okay?

That's bad business.

- Yeah, I got that, okay, Erin?

All right, now you're
just an intern,

so why don't you shut up
or go back to Target, okay?

- An intern who's
been doing your job

since the day I started.

- Whatever.

Look, Jimmy, all right?

I put up with your games
because your job pays

well and it gets
me a lot of perks,

but this ain't no game, man.

This is real.

We got a lot of kids out there,

and if this gets out it's
game over for all of us.

- Which is exactly why
we can't say anything.

- Nah, man.

The heck with this.

I'm out.

(grunting)

- Whoa!

What are you doing?

- Sharks are bad for business,

but then again so are cowards.

I guess you have to sacrifice
if you wanna get ahead

in this biz, right?

Just ask Amanda.

- I was right.

You really are a
shark, aren't you?

- Who, little old me?

No, I just know what I want

and what I'm willing
to do to get it.

- Oh, you mean
like kill someone?

- That's a little
headache when he wakes up.

Okay, I'll tell you what.

You go back to the party,

and I will clean all of this up,

and we're gonna
pretend like none

of this ever happened.

- Hmm.

I guess this means you're
no longer an intern.

- See, that's why
I work for you.

With you, Jimbo.

You're quick.

Now go enjoy your party.

- Well, carry on, then.

(growling)

(upbeat dance music)
- Woo!

Aww yeah!

(all cheering)

- [Man] Yeah!

Woo!

Aw yeah
- Woo!

Yeah!

- [Man] Woo, aww yeah!

- Hey, Sandy?

Sandy, you there?

I think I see one in the sand.

Your two o'clock.

- I'm looking.

- Yeah, yeah.
- Oh!

Yeah!

Woo, oh yeah.

- [Man] Oh yeah!

- All I see are bouncing co-eds.

- [Man] This is so fun, yeah!

Party, yeah.
(ominous music)

- Yo!
- Come on man.

- Out of the way!

Move, get out of the way, guys.

- [Man] Yo, yo, yo, man, no!

- Whoa!

- Sandy, it's just
some punk kids building

a sand castle.

Stay off my beach.

- Yeah!
- Oh, yeah!

(upbeat music)

Oh yeah!

- Ah!

Huh?

We did it, Pop!

Ha-ha!

You and me!

Yeah, we saved
this stupid island.

No one believed in us.

I'm gonna miss you, Pop.

I love you.

Brave in paradise.

- Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Excuse me.

Which one of you guys is Rex?

- Uh, that's T-Rex to you.

And I'm a meat-eater.

I meet...
- Just stop, or I'll barf.

- Let's go, Hillary.
- Wait.

We hear you guys have ex.

- Where'd you hear that from?

- Everybody's been saying
you got the best stuff.

Right, Grace?
- Right.

- No, drugs are bad.

- Yeah, say no to drugs.

- Spare me, okay?

So can we see some?

- I'll show you mine
if you show him yours.

No way.

I am not showing
that boy the girls.

- No, not him.

Sir Shark.

Sharky, sharky.

- Fine.

No peeking.

- No.

- [Man] Ow, ow, woo!

(screaming)

(cheering)

They were building a sand...

(screaming)

- [Man] There's a
shark, oh my God.

- Brenda, sound the alarm!

Sound the alarm for everyone!

Everybody get out of here!

Get out of here!

Let's go, go, come on!

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Everybody out of here.

- Off the stage now.

Get off!

Everyone off the beach now.

It's not safe, off, off now!

Get off the beach.
- I smell bacon!

(laughing)

(crowd screaming)

- Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

(shark growling)

(screaming)

(growling)
(gun firing)

Oh, you stupid sharks.

You're gonna ruin everything.

No, no.

No, just wait.

Just stop.

There's nothing to
worry about, people.

- Jimmy!
- Everything's gonna be fine.

Just ignore the chaos.

Just keep dancing.

Keep dancing!

Keep, oh, man.

No.

Stop!

Everybody, just keep dancing.

- Jimmy, let's go.

- No, no, no, no.

I'm not leaving.

I'm staying and I'm fighting.

- No, now is not the time.

Let's go!

(shark roaring)
- Hey, shark breath.

(laughing) First
one's on me, buddy!

(glass shattering)
- No, come on!

- Let's get out of here.

(gun fires)

We don't have time for this.

Hurry!

- Let's go!

Clear the beach, everybody.

Let's go, everybody!

Come on, let's go now.

Everybody, let's go, let's go.

- Hurry, Brenda.

Oh.

(shark roaring)

Brenda?

Oh!

Oh, God.

Come on.

Stay with me.

(grunting)

Hang in there.

Come on.

Stay with me.

Don't die on me.

I can... I can get
this back in you.

Oh, God!

I'll just put it back in
there and you'll be fine.

Oh!

Ugh!

Oh!

God, Brenda.

Hang on.

Stay with me.

That's it.

I know that it's probably
isn't the best time

to tell you this,
but you know how

when we used to be together
I'd always tell you

that I didn't really love you
and I just liked you a lot?

Well, I lied.

I actually do.

I really do love you.

I love you.

What?

- You're a jerk.

(sighing)

- Oh.

Ugh. (spits)

(dramatic music)

- Sandy, come on, come on!

- Give me your hand.

Oh, my God, that was close.

- That was a little too close.

What was in that stuff?

- Highly concentrated
chum juice.

- Chum juice?

- (laughing) Yeah, it's
this synthetic liquid

that I invented.

It's like crack for sharks.

- Brenda, Brenda, are you there?

Brenda?

- Uh, okay.

Hang on.

Just hang tight.

Oh, that looks
terribly uncomfortable.

Here, let me get you...

Here, just wait right there

and I'm gonna. (groans)

You're a little
bit, you'll be fine.

- [John] Brenda, are you there?

Brenda, come in.

- No, no, this is Jimmy.

Hello?

- Jimmy, what are you
doing on my frequency?

Where Brenda?

- Uh...

Oh, she, well,

I don't really know

how to tell you this,
but, your sister's...

- What?

- She was bitten
in half by a shark.

Oh, my fault, it's my fault.

All of it's my fault.

The kids, my
father, your sister.

All of them being dead,
it's my fault, I...

- (sniffs) Jimmy, everybody
thought the thing was dead.

We weren't positive that
there were others out there.

- I knew.

- You knew?

When did you know?

- I saw another one just
before the party started.

It ate Amanda.

- And he didn't tell anyone?

- I couldn't.

You don't understand.

If the party didn't
go on, I'd be dead.

I mean, I am dead.

They're gonna kill me.

- They're not gonna have
a chance to kill you,

because I'm gonna kill you.

15 people, including my sister,

died tonight because of you.

I'm placing you under arrest
for criminal negligence.

- Why would you do that?

- For throwing a
party, you idiot!

- But I didn't kill anyone.

Haven't I suffered enough?

- Oh, no, no, no, no.

You are gonna rot with guilt.

You may have not
pulled the trigger,

but you supplied the bullet.

Or, in this case, the beach.

(whimpering)

(engine starting)

- John, I don't wanna
belittle the tragedy

that's happened, but we're
kind of stuck between a rock

and a shark place.

Any ideas on how to get off?

- Jimmy.

Jimmy, if you're there
pick up the walkie.

- Go for Jimmy.

- Look, I...

I may have overreacted
a little bit there.

You're still going jail,

I'm just not gonna kill you.

But we need,

we need your help.

- Uh John, we have a major
situation at the docks.

- Jimmy, did you say that you
had a situation on the rocks?

- I said docks.

At the docks.

It doesn't look very good.

There's people all
over the place.

You may have a
riot on your hands,

and the ferry doesn't show
back up until late tomorrow.

- Jeez.

Jimmy, get those
kids off the docks.

They can't handle
that many people.

Can you do that?

- I got this.

- Just make sure we don't have

a repeat performance of earlier.

Now, crowds, they need
to be handled with care.

And whatever you do,
leave your siren off.

We don't wanna create a...

Oh, my God.

(people screaming)

Jimmy, get those
people off the docks!

- I got this, I got this.

(megaphone beeping)

Oh God.

Okay, everybody, get off the
pier as quickly as you can.

Run, run!

Go on, get out of here.

Scram, beat it.

Is everything okay?

Anybody need medical attention?

Anybody hurt?

Hey, you all right
down there, kid?

You need help?

- He got trampled.

He can't breathe.

- Uh?

Hey, anybody here
study medicine?

No?

Just hang in there, kid.

I'll get...

- (coughing) Sorry, dude,
that was pretty good!

(both laughing)

- Oh, yeah, that's real funny.

You didn't realize that
there's people out here

being eaten alive
right now, huh?

Listen, listen to me.

I know this is
gonna sound crazy,

but there are actually
sharks in the sand.

No, you need to get off
the beach right now.

You need to get up and
you need to run and get

off of the beach,
because, oh, my God.

You guys are idiots.

(growling)

Ugh.

Oh.

- Don't you got guns
in there, brother?

- Uh, not that I know
of, no, I think...

- Don't you got
some at the station?

- Perhaps, I haven't checked.

- Tell you what, get
back, get some firepower.

I'll handle things here.

- Um...

- If you're waiting for
me, you're going backwards.

Run, run!

You wanna be shark bait?

Run!

Run, get out of here.

Get out of here, you hear me?

(frantic music)

- Whoa.

What are you doing
here, I thought you
were stuck on a rock?

- We were.

We got off.

And why aren't you at the
docks helping those kids

like I told you?

- I told the kid to leave.

- Are you ever seen
before you're heard?

And why'd you tell
them to leave?

- Because I wasn't sure
my gun would be enough.

- And?
- It was.

- So the sharks are dead?

- Good lord, woman, no.

No, there's way too many
of them sons of guns.

But I got everyone
to safety I could.

- Well, thank you, Mr. McSorely.

We'll take it from here.

- You sure about that, son?

- It's sheriff.

And yeah, I am sure.

- 'Cause it seems to me
that you folks have done

nothing but try to throw
meatballs past a pack

of hungry dogs.

- I'm not sure what that means,

but we're getting ready
to do something else.

- (laughing) With guns?

You think guns are
gonna stop a pack

of man-eating sand terminators?

- What other choice do we have?

We got thousands of kids
stuck on this island,

no way to get them off.

The ferry won't be
here for another day.

- And waiting a day is too late.

By then, this island will be
crawling with sand sharks.

If they've tasted blood,
they'll keep coming back

for more, like a porker
at a cupcake buffet.

- Yeah, well, if you're the
expert, what should we do?

- I wouldn't call
myself an expert,

but I have been hunting these
meat-eating sand suckers

for years and years.

And the lass has
got the right idea.

You can't kill these fish
in conventional ways.

You gotta think
outside the sandbox.

You gotta make the
sand a sandbox.

And trap 'em in there
like a giant shark tank.

- What the hell does that mean?

- Come with me.

I'll show youse.

(dramatic music)

- So just to be clear,
you wanna lure the sharks

upstream and onto the beach,

and then melt the
sand with electricity,

thus trapping them
in a glass prison?

That's about right?

- Aye.

- You're gonna need a
bigger beach, Angus.

- Uh-huh.

This is me sandbox.

I first saw them sharks
30 years ago diving

at the bottom of the ocean.

I knew back then it
was a matter of time

before they came ashore.

- This is insane.

There's no way
this is gonna work.

- What you mean, no way?

All we need's fuel hot
enough to melt sand,

and the right bait to
lure the sharks in here.

- Well, we still have plenty
of people, human chum.

- You're an idiot, Jimmy.

What can we use for bait, Angus?

Nothing I've tried has brought
enough of them together.

- What if we used the
speakers from the party

and we put them in the sand?

Sharks are attracted to
movement and vibration.

It'll work perfect.

- So you think you
could draw enough sharks

from all over the island
using record speakers?

- Record speakers.

(laughing) Now who's the idiot?

- Yes, if the vibrations
were strong enough,

we could lure the sharks
wherever we wanted them.

It just depends on how
loud the speakers get.

- Well, if I turn mine up to 11,

it'll shake the entire island.

They're the best, I should know.

I paid for them.

- What about the fuel?

How hot does it need to be
to melt the sand into glass?

- It needs to be a fuel
that's gonna burn extra hot.

Over 2,000 degrees.

- I don't have
anything like that.

- (clearing throat) I might.

- Really?

You have something that
burns over 2,000 degrees?

- Maybe.

But I would need some type of
proof that this is gonna work

before I'd be willing
to break it out.

- This is a piece of the
shark that ate Sparky.

(whimpering)

It's covered in glass.

From the sand and electricity.

- Well, is that proof
enough for youse?

Hm?

Let's go fishing.

Come on.

(ominous music)

(horn honking)
(dramatic music)

(grunting)

(engine revving)

- I love the smell of
napalm in the afternoon.

- This is all you got?

- It's highly concentrated.

Trust me, a little
bit goes a long way.

- (scoffing) We'll see.

- Napalm, baby.

Napalm.

- Better work.

Are you sure you got
enough juice for this?

- Are you kidding?

I patched into the local grid.

- That's good to know the next
time we have a power outage.

All right, everybody ready?

- Let's get this party started.

- Yeah.

("Ride of the Valkyries")

(rumbling)

- There's one.

There are two, hey!

They're starting to
fill up the whole beach.

- [Together] Yeah!

- [Sandy] They think it's food.

- What?

Wait a minute.

What happened?

- The power's out.

- No, power's still on.

- That front speaker, it
must have come unplugged.

- I'll go check it out.

- Are you nuts?

You can't go out there.

It's swarming with sand sharks.

You'll be fish food for sure.

- Unfortunately,
she's right, John.

You wouldn't make it
10 feet with that leg.

I can't believe
I'm gonna say this,

but I'll fix it.

- [Both] What?

- [John] Jimmy, you
don't have to go.

- I'm going.

I got us into this
mess, I'll get us out.

- Jimmy, you don't have to.

- This is something
that I have to do.

For my father, your sister,

Sparky and all the rest of them.

I owe them a debt,

this is how I'm gonna repay it.

The show must go on.

- Jimmy, you know that
this isn't a party

that ends at midnight.

It's your life.

- Once it's gone, party's over.

- I know.

- Jimmy.

Just in case.

- No, thanks.

I'm not planning on being out
there long enough to use it.

- All right, good luck, Jimmy.

- I don't do that.

Don't worry, I got it!

Whoa!

Oh, oh!

- Come on, Jimmy.

- Oh.

- What's he waiting for?

The sharks are swarming
all around him.

- It's not gonna work.

I can't fix it.

It's been ripped in half!

It's not gonna be fixable!

- There's got to be
something else we can do.

They're all over him.

- Well, Pop, looks like
I'll be joining you soon.

Oh.

- John, they're all over him.

We got to figure
out how to help him.

♪ Row, row, row your boat ♪

♪ Gently down the stream ♪

♪ Merrily, merrily,
merrily, merrily ♪

♪ Life is but a dream ♪

- Jimmy!

- Jimmy, no!
- Stop!

♪ Gently down the stream ♪
- That's suicide, Jimmy!

Knock it off!

- Jimmy, stop!
- Knock it off, Jimmy.

♪ Life is but a dream ♪

♪ Row, row, row
your boat gently ♪

- That's suicide, Jimmy, no!

♪ Merrily, merrily,
merrily, merrily ♪

♪ Life is but a dream ♪

Come on, follow me.

♪ Row, row, row your boat ♪

♪ Gently down the stream ♪

- He's not gonna stop.
- Jimmy, knock it off!

Jimmy, they're all
coming towards you.

- Jimmy!

♪ Row, row, row your boat ♪

♪ Gently down the stream ♪

♪ Merrily, merrily,
merrily, merrily ♪

♪ Life is but a dream ♪

- No!

♪ Ain't no party like
a Sandman party ♪

♪ 'Cause the Sandman
party don't stop ♪

- Oh!

- Jimmy.
- Oh my God.

- God.
- Jimmy.

- God.
- Right, out the way.

Who's ready for some fried fish?

(panting)

- Jimmy.

(soft music)

Okay.

- I told you I'd
bring their heads.

Hook, line and sinker.

(laughing)

- We did it.

- No.
- We did it.

- Jimmy did it.

(Angus laughing)

- Yeah.

- Angus, where the hell did
you get that flamethrower?

- Homemade.

Bought all the parts on eBay.

Which reminds me, now
that the mayor's gone,

don't that make
you acting mayor?

- Yeah, I think it does.

- So, what's the deal
with the internet lately?

Huh?

It's...

It's been...

slower than death.

(roaring)

Uh-oh.

(yells)

- Jesus!

- Run.
- Go inside.

(dramatic music)

(screaming)

Giant killer!

Get out!

(gun firing)
Come on you mother!

The bullets aren't working!

Ah!

(roaring)

- Stop, stop!

Come on, get out of the
way, jump out the window!

Out the window, it's
the only way out.

Come on, let's go.

(panting)

- Eat this, you sand of a bitch!

(shark roaring)

(dramatic music)

(explosion booms)

(panting)

- Well, apparently, Dr. Powers,

sand sharks do turn
into land sharks.

Ugh!

God.

(dramatic music)

- Hello?

Jimmy?

(cell phone vibrating)

Hello?

Oh, no, Mr. Green
isn't here right now.

Oh, you can't reach him either?

That is actually because I
am taking over his clients.

And you say you wanna
throw a beach party?

Yes, yes, I can help you.

Beach parties are to die for.

(dramatic music)

(growling)
(screaming)

(soft music)