All language subtitles for STREET SHARKS - S02 E01 - Shark Quest (480p - DVDRip)

Thank you.

Thank you.

You know it all

Turn off your radios and make yourselves
comfy, because no one's going anywhere

for quite some time.

This just in. We've got a street shark
alert in the business district.

Shark!

Looks like those kids believe the lies
everyone's telling about us.

Actually, Jab, what freaked them out was
that pavement stuck in your teeth.

Here, have a toothpick.

Laugh one back to Shark HQ as a rotten

jellyfish!

of their search for Dr. Paradigm, the
only man who can stop the shark.

I don't know why I listen to that
ignorant loudmouth. He only makes me

Another email message?

Better read it before I go.

He's already raided the Green Hills
Reservoir, adding gene -slamming

into the city water supply.

I don't know who sent this, but that
sounds like a formula for disaster.

Why is everyone so scared of us,
Ripster?

Well, that's easy, Slamu.

Back when Dr. Paranoid was around, he
spent most of his time running a

to make us look like a bunch of vicious
barracudas.

So, naturally, that's what people think.

Hmm. But Paranoid is fish bait.

Cup what?

Streaks is right.

Ever since Dr.

P went belly up, no one cares what he
had to say.

Truth is, people are scared of us
because we're different.

Guys, I just got a message on my
computer. It's pretty weird, but I think

going to want to check it out. Awesome.

Talk to me, Benz.

Great. The storm drain looks clear.

Then let's rip.

I don't get it. Who would want to mess
with the city's water supply?

Paranoid. Because that way he could gene
slam the whole city.

I like your shark logic, bro.

But Paranoid is fish bait.

Kaput. Belly up.

Maybe so.

But I got a bad feeling about this.

Then there's only one thing to do.

You're right. It's time we got to the
bottom of this mystery.

Shark out!

What? What? What is it?

They're street sharks.

Since all the water for Fish and City
goes through these pipes, a sample from

this nozzle ought to tell us if
anything's wrong.

And speaking of wrong, fins and heads
up!

What you picking up, Rip?

Main entrance, right about now!

Let him have it. It's a street shot.

No time for finesse, Ripster.

Huh?

Okay, you need that water.

Right, Treat.

They did need to chill. And we need to
go.

Bob's wire?

Eat laser, shark!

Hey! That nearly hit me!

Uh -oh. Those sharks made a big mistake.

Sniper!

Remember, idiots, our goal is to
distract attention from the reservoir

it upon what everyone will believe is
yet another attack by the street sharks.

We understand, Doctor.

Disguises on and explosives ready.

Good. And when you smile for the
security cameras, be sure to show plenty

teeth.

Rolling for shark.

But what about train?

You'll find out.

Huh?

Whoa, trouble ahead!

Split up! Oh, no!

Looks like we'll get to try out the new
Turkle Shark Cruster Benz install.

Shred!

First floor, high explosives, dynamite,
and blasting caps.

Wait a minute.

Could have sworn I saw something.

Oh, well.

Second floor, remains.

Blasting caps, blasting... Hey!

Smile for the camera.

Huh?

Police?

Brannigan's department store at 9th and
Pier is under attack.

By sharks!

That's right.

Hurry!

Huh? Oh, no.

The janitor's still up there.

I'm breaking off my chain and I'm on my
way.

I just intercepted a police transmission
about a shark that ran against a

department store. But that's impossible.

Wait, Shark.

This is your fault. You're under arrest.

Explore.

Whoa.

These headphones are more powerful than
I thought.

Maybe I better turn down the bass.

Watch this, lawman.

Because it wasn't us.

But somebody's gotta save that janitor!

Sure does!

We've got a situation here. We need all
the backup we can get.

And get it, you shall, detective.

In fact, I will be your backup myself.

Dr. Paradigm?

We... we thought you were dead!

As you can see, I walk.

I breathe.

And I can promise you, this time, in
spite of all their destruction, the

shall not escape.

Third floor.

Jag me with a harpoon.

I don't believe it.

Paranoid's back.

There he is.

Oh, no.

Like, don't eat me. Go for the nearest
window, Jab.

See you below.

The janitor's still in there!

Not to mention the sharks who tried to
save him. What a pity.

We gotta get him out!

You look terrible.

Where's Slamu? Is he okay?

Hold on. Let's get the janitor out of
here first.

Don't worry about the janitor. He
fainted, but he's okay.

Nice going.

What are you waiting for? Get the shark
fruit net on that menace and arrest him.

You guys got it all wrong.

I... I... Easy, big fella.

Easy.

No! Seize him instantly.

This street shark nearly killed him. You
know that is a true paranoid.

Stop. He knows I'm innocent.

Paranoid knows I'm innocent.

The same way you know that street sharks
haven't done any of the things we've

been blamed for.

Good work, man.

Slamu, we've got to get him out of
there.

No. Attacking the police isn't going to
help our cause.

As you know, the mayor has ordered all
captured street sharks be turned over to

me for rehabilitation.

So I'll thank you to load this one into
my van.

It may not be a good move to attack the
police.

But on the other hand, attacking
Paranoid is always a good idea.

Let's follow them and find out where
they take him.

We'll bring the shark cruiser in by
remote later.

Now hang on, little bro. Here we come.

The rest of you sharks may be free, but
this shark is mine.

I knew we should have rescued Slamu when
we had the chance.

An email message at this time of night?

Paradigm has converted the old Fission
Castle prison... Is that right, Lena?

Paranoid has converted that old place
into a rehabilitation lab?

Bummer. They just arrived. Don't worry,
Lena. Slamu's as good as sprung. Well,

Benz, we already know the bad news. Now
tell us something good. I'd love to,

Ripster. Only there isn't any.

On the other hand, the ability to punch
through concrete and bite through steel

will come in handy. And if we launch a
three -pronged assault from the air, the

main entrance, and the base of the hill,
at least one of us will get through.

From the air?

Uh, excuse me, but do we look like
flying fish?

Don't get your fin bin out of shape,
Jab.

I've already got it covered.

All clear on the perimeter.

Which is too bad.

I was looking forward to a... fight.
Sorry, Slobster, but if the sharks won't

oblige, maybe I'll come out and thrash
your exoskeleton myself.

Calm yourself, Slash, and save your
energy for the work at hand. Sorry,

Sometimes I just need help myself.

I know, because I designed you that way.
You, on the other hand, need a total

overhaul. And stop your thrashing. My
nutrient solution is designed so you

couldn't brown even if you weren't half
-finished. Then again, if my electronic

adjustment to your DNA just happens to
transform you into the vicious...

engine of destruction loyal only to me
that you always meant to be, why, I'll

simply apologize to Mayor Marino and
tell her I may not be able to

you after all. Keep it coming, Benz.
Closer.

That's it.

Fantastic!

Thanks, Benz.

You sure no one needs a passenger?

Sharks only. This time. Ready, Jab?

It's shark diving time!

He's got the right idea. He drinks.

Shark attack!

All right! Yeah!

Radical move, Ripmeister.

Shark alert.

Shark alert. Shark alert.

Stinking shark alert.

Flash, get out there and immobilize
them.

Drake, kiss your fin goodbye.

And it's Lobster to the attack.

But Ripster likes to be shot.

And it's the killer, Stinkin' Shark 2!
Now it's time to get slam -o!

Welcome, Shark.

I've been expecting you.

Excellent!

gene -slap your brother into his full
destructive potential. My neuro -control

device will force him to obey my every
command.

Soon, all of you will become my willing
assistants.

And then, there will be no one left to
stop me from making Fishing City mine!

Go, Jack.

Attack and immobilize your brothers.
Now.

Don't have to do it, Simon.

It's only his mind against yours.

You can do it.

Well, then, Chomp, on out of here!

Way to go, Slammer!

Be friendly!

You sharks know nothing! Nothing at all!
This is only a minor trip back!

And in the end, it is I who shall
triumph over you all!

What do you say, Riffster? Have you
figured out what gene -slamming goo

put in the water at the purification
plant?

We've tried every test.

But not one single gene -slamming agent
has reared its staley head.

I think I know a way to start.

Vision City's last hope against Char
makes miraculous return from the dead.

Thank goodness Dr. Paradigm is back on
the job, says Mayor Marino. And as the

city breathes a sigh of relief, as this
city's only hope for survival into the

21st century...

I would have to agree.

Yes? Dr. Paradigm? This is Lena Mack.

I'm so glad you've returned.

Thank you, Lena.

I'll expect to see you back on the job
tomorrow at eight. I'll be there.

Ah, yeah.

I much prefer these facilities to that
drafty castle.

And soon, Fission City itself will be my
laboratory, and the DNA of its citizens

will be mine to alter according to my
will.

Paranoid wants you to work for him
again?

He sure does. And if he's got any gene
-slamming secrets worth knowing, I'll be

there to find out.