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Street Sharks.

They bite.

They bite. The Street Sharks. Street Sharks.

They're going to kill some serious men.

To win.

The Street Sharks.

You have to.

Previously on Street Sharks.

I'm glad to offer my services, anything for my government.

A little more sodium pentothal before we start the exploratory surgery.

Dr. Paradigm is about to fillet your brother.

Yo, Sharks, welcome to the Benzman's humble abode.

Hello! Hey!

Oh, yes.

Piranha.

You're gonna add Piranha DNA to the street, Sharks?

Sure, you can eat through it, but by then, I'll have reduced you down to

chromosomes.

Prepare to be genetically redesigned.

Prepare to have your face redesigned.

But you should be pleased.

Think of it. You'll never need sleep, never get sick, maybe even never die.

Who knows? By the time I'm through with you, you'll be a brand new species.

Powerful beyond imaginings and with minds to match.

Cold, precise, unswayed by the vagaries of petty human emotions.

It's crunch time!

Shark attack!

Blam you, paranoid!

Righteous!

It's okay.

Don't worry about me.

Oh, but they do.

It's their fatal flaw. Just like their father.

Come on, bud. We gotta get you out of

here.

This is a welcome sight for the Sharks prowling out of Dunstable City.

They were last spotted headed out towards the I -18.

Your sky guide's been scoping the scene, but so far... How do you know?

Being sighted at 4 o 'clock.

Oh, it's tooing. I feel like an earthworm.

Next time, keep your mouth shut.

Yo, Sharks, how about a few words for the press?

I'll give you more than words, you sleazy rangehog.

So you can spread more lies about our father? Tell me about your dad. How's it

feel having your own flesh and blood turn you into, well, sharks?

Great. These guys are hazardous to your health.

What?

KFIZ, I want to talk to Guy in the Sky. Now.

Sky Guy here.

You off the air?

Now I am. What's this about these shot busters?

Street sharks, Guy boy. You got them all wrong. See, I know what really

happened. What really happened, ladies, they attacked me. And all I did was ask

how it felt having their dad do this to them. Look, did it ever... occur to you

that it might just be a big lie?

If Bolton didn't do it, who did?

I have to go. But I'll give you a hint, Einstein.

Start with Dr.

Paradigm, Bolton's colleague at FSU.

He should have a few answers.

Am I glad to see you. What happened? Where have you been?

Long story, Lena.

DNA.

So, what are you, crazy?

Fascinating. The liquefied DNA disintegrates cellular walls, disrupting

ionic bonds that hold the molecular matrices together.

We're talking about my claw here.

It's only temporary, but... If I formulated a stronger dosage, attacking

different molecular structures, this could be a formidable weapon.

It'll bring them to their knees.

Back to work. I need that ultracollider operational.

Hey,

keep it tuned to your Sky Guy for the latest on the Street Sharks. Yep, that's

their name, according to my history tips. Don't touch that dial.

I'm told Dr. Bolton may not be the one responsible for turning his sons into

sharks. My source says another high -ranking geneticist at FSU has all the

answers. I'll keep you posted.

Busted.

What are you going to do?

Blackberry. What do politicians do?

Hold a press conference.

These Bolton boys are in denial. They don't want to believe their beloved

did this to them. So there's no truth in the report that you are actually

responsible for what happened to what other reporters are calling the street

sharks? He did this to me.

Thanks to Bolton, I must wear this respirator suit for the rest of my life.

happened to these boys is a tragedy, but that doesn't mean they're not

dangerous. I wouldn't be surprised at all to hear more attacks, more

I'll show him a tragedy.

Turn yourselves in, street sharks, before you hurt anyone else.

That lion, lowlife. You bottom feeder.

You're going down.

Oops.

Sorry. Guys, you gotta get a handle on this thing with the TV.

We break away for an urgent news flash.

The Vision City Armory is under attack.

We go now live to Guy in the Sky above the Armory. This is hitting critical

mass, Visters. The Street Sharks just swiped a smart bomb and a whole lot of

other stuff.

They're arming themselves.

This is war.

What?

Did you see that?

Back to you, Danielle.

What? Dr. Paradigm's right.

These street sharks are armed and clearly very dangerous.

Armed? Maybe.

Dangerous? Definitely.

Ladies and gentlemen, we have an unconfirmed report of another shark

Vision City Bank.

What? I don't get it. We're being framed.

Yeah, big time.

Great. Now they'll say we wiped out the electric company.

We'll soon find out.

Your sky guy just picked this up on the police channel. A finned person just

blew up the generating station.

Predators have haunted our streets before, but nothing like this. Who knows

where or when the street sharks will strike next. All we know is that until

these carnivores are captured, there will be no peace in Fission City.

The street sharks will have no place to run but to me.

Yo, Fizzies, police report a dentitionally challenged...

individual has been spotted heading toward I -18.

Nothing out there but the old nuke plant.

What's black?

I wreck my wheels, these guys are toast!

Got my iron for today.

So where are those lower life forms?

Lower? Up?

Brain? No.

Heads up!

Satisfying, wasn't it? The professor's not going to like it, but I think we've

seen the last of the stretch.

What? You say?

All

right,

that's it. You guys are going to be sorry more.

Oh, no!

Is that what I think it is? Yeah.

Enough radiation to finish off Vision City ten times over.

This is not a test.

I repeat, this is not a test.

Vision City is experiencing a dangerous rise in radiation levels. Proceed at

once to a civil defense shelter.

Radiation!

We'll take them off the site!

What can we do?

What we do best.

Shark dive!

I don't believe this guy.

He's wasting the shark. We gotta do something.

We know those two clowns at the armory weren't the sharks, right?

Let's roll the tape again.

And I'll do some video enhancement to see if we can find anything.

Hands up. You're surrounded.

The mayhem and terror ends here. Now. I'll give you mayhem and terror.

Jab. Cool it. Cool it? But we're not responsible.

We had to... Forget it, Flamu. We won't believe you anyway.

Wise choice.

Dr. Paradigm, we need your expertise.

That's the guy responsible for all this. Arrest him!

Yeah, and check out his other lab experiments while you're at it. Uh,

bioengineering gone wrong. The logic neurons are the first to go.

And you're next!

Tasers, fire!

Damn! No!

Good news, bizmeisters. Those vicious street shots are going down.

Good news? Are you misinformed?

Hi, I want to talk to Sky Guy.

The armory break -in? I've got proof.

It wasn't the street sharks at all.

I'll feed it to him on a direct video of the week.

You've been very helpful, Lieutenant, but I'll take them from here.

I wouldn't do that, Lieutenant.

I got something to be fun to see now.

You can't be listening to this.

Tabloid mudslinger, I have the situation completely under control. I'll just

take the street sharks and... Not yet, Professor.

So, here's the armory break -in. The street sharks? Definitely no claws.

All right, now we're talking.

This means there's more of these vicious reeks. It's a plot to take over the

city. What?

You're right. That thing looks more like a lobster.

This is absurd.

Just let me take the sharks and... Hold it, Doctor.

Why, you... Doctor, what's wrong with you?

Oh, that's a toughie. Got a spare hour or two?

Doctor?

Guys, detain this monster!

Monster?

Me? You're pitiful!

Arrest him, now!

I will not tolerate your petty, primitive...

Every time Dr. Paradise gets mad, he turns into paranoid.

We need to pay the doctor a little house call.

Time to rip up the street.

You're not going anywhere.

the missile launcher. I want that warhead disassembled now!

Disassembled? What? Do it!

It's time to expand my test group.

Say, by ten, twenty, thousand?

Treat shop?

I have a surprise for you.

Whoa!

Taserfield? Then it doesn't work underground.

Stronger dosage just needs to be inhaled. Now if I can just find some

where a lot of people are gathered.

They were telling people to go to the civil defense shelter when those nuclear

fuel rods started to melt.

So your stupidity might actually pay off.

Ready for launch cycle.

Prepare for involuntary genetic upgrade, Fish and Fiddy.

It's the future.

My smart bomb is on its way.

No!

Pigeon City is going to be my new laboratory. And in exactly 57 seconds,

have a brand new batch of lab animals.

Change of plan, Karan.

I think you need to check your look.

All right.

May I try that a second?

So the smart bomb, what'd it do?

Keep a grade in school?

No. But it can hit a precise target from hundreds of miles away.

Where's it headed?

The civil defense chapter.

But everybody's still there.

All those kids.

You've got to do something.

Yeah, find this baby a new target.

I hope this works.

I used assembly language, but we didn't exactly cover cruise missiles. Here

goes.

Did it work?

It worked!

It worked!

Whoops. What's wrong?

It's coming right back at us!

Oh, no!

Okay, I put the collider on overload. Everybody out!

Ten seconds to meltdown.

Nine. Eight.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four. Incoming!

neutralized. And Paranoid is totally out of business.

I wish Dad were here to see all this.

Yeah, I know. But I got this funny feeling he's not too far away.

You know, this saving the world business really works up an appetite.

Y 'all know!