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We'll be right

back.

You're done dealing with all of them now.

Or I'm going to have to come down and make you drop it.

Let's go!

Hey!

Suck it!

If you're just tuning in, fellow fishingites, it's deja vu all over

As fishing city spiders are on their way to the scene of a crime.

But it's the street sharks who are already on the job.

As another mystery telephone tip -off has put us and the police on the trail

the crooks. And those crazy crime...

Mystery tips are coming at you one more time. Check out Fifth and Grand on the

double.

Go, bro!

Yeah!

Going my way?

Speaking of book, I think it's time we do the same.

See you back at Shark Central.

For the second week in a row, Fission City's finest have had some unlikely

helpers. Four volunteer vigilantes known to friends and foes alike as the Street

Sharks.

Foes? What foes?

Get real. The way Paranoid badmouths us, we're lucky we've got any friends.

incompetence don't bring me those sharks soon, I'm going to lose my usual sweet

temper. Gee, boss, you shouldn't ought to let them get to you like that.

Imbecile!

Can't you see they're undoing all my good work?

People are starting to admire the sharks.

Yeah, Shellhead, how are we supposed to capture the sharks if people start

helping them?

Capture him? How am I going to get a chance to get even with him?

Kilimari! Yes, Doctor?

How many times do I have to remind you that I don't want to hurt the sharks?

You don't?

Certainly not.

All I want to do is bring them to my laboratory for a few days so that I can

some work on their brain cells.

It's time I made those do -gooding sharks look as bad as our killer whale

friend seems to feel.

What's going into the little tank, boss?

The most evil deviant of all.

Whoa, man! Where's those burgers? I got a jet!

No wonder you and Clint were so tight. He's the only guy I know as impatient as

you. What, me?

Jax Taylor?

Mr. Mello himself?

Yo, people!

Burgers! Speaking of Clint, how's he doing since he became a shark?

What makes you think we're still hanging together?

You were best buds with those Bolton boys.

I can't imagine they haven't gotten in touch.

Here you go, boy. No pickle, extra onion.

Jawsome! Step by second only to jab.

You see? I knew you were hanging with the sharks.

Whoa, got a jet.

Can't be late for my appointment with some hot shot doc at the university who

says he wants to fix my jeans.

They look okay to me.

Just kidding.

It's the chromosome type jeans he wants to fix. Not the pants, guy.

Got a jet.

Wait a minute.

I hope it's not hot shot doc paranoid Jets is going to see.

Welcome.

As you know, the tests you took in class indicated that the two of you may need

special genetic treatment.

Oh, okay, yeah.

Not to worry.

You're in the hands of the world's greatest genetic scientist.

Lena, if you would bring us the compatibility serum.

Gee, Dr. Paradigm, couldn't I try your treatment even though the compatibility

serum didn't work on me?

I'm sorry, but no.

It might prove too dangerous. On the other hand, your condition may cure

Really? There's a very good chance of it.

Especially since there was never anything wrong with you in the first

Please, Doc, have a seat.

Can I get you anything?

Yes. I left a pen out on the flagpole outside that window.

Would you get it for me?

No sweat, Doc.

Whoa!

Gee,

I'm sorry, Doc. I couldn't find it. At last.

A subject on whom my mind control theorem worked perfectly.

Oh, how silly of me. It seems I had my pen all along.

Come back in, Jeff.

On my way.

It's time for the next phase of your treatment.

Jeff, I expect great things of you.

You ask, and I'll deliver.

What the... All right, you.

March. Hey, lay off, big ugly.

All right, let's get started.

Whoa! Rad set of fins on that dude.

I'm glad you like them, because they'll soon be yours.

Pitch him in.

What? What?

Stop! Let go, Doctor!

We

can

never have enough deviants in our quest to conquer the world.

most perfect creation yet.

Hmm. I think I'll call you Moby Lick.

Now let's see if you can live up to your name and lick those sharks.

That's what I think of sharks.

You know, Doc, I just remembered something.

Yes?

I used to know these algae -eating anchovies.

Back when they were humans, that is.

How wonderful.

I'm sure we'll be able to use that fact to our advantage.

Whoa, hotline.

It looks like it's the guy in the sky emergency alert.

You look marvelous.

Let's hear what old Jabbermouth has to say this time.

It's probably just another boring traffic jam.

According to the word from the street, Fish and City First Federal is being

heisted by a walkin' talkin' killer whale.

And by the size of him, I think he'd be a handful for the street sharks.

Sounds like it's time to flex our shark power and beach this whale.

Whoa!

Just wait till I get a hold of that pumped -up guppy!

Come on, Lickster. The boss says it's time to go.

Ta -ta, boys.

Got a jet.

Yuck! That was worse than... Octopus ink.

Well, yeah, but did you catch what he said?

The suspense is killing me.

Got a jet.

Do you think that just may have been our old pal Jet?

If we don't get a grip, that overblown inner tube of a whale is going to have

jumping through hoops.

Even though some of us could hardly get off. noses through one.

Knock it off, both of you.

I'll tell you what we're gonna do.

What is that stuff, anyhow?

Why, Moby, you're my most valued assistant.

We wouldn't want your vitamins to wear off.

Yeah, well...

And I am the doctor.

That you are, Dr. Paradigm. And if you say I need to drink this, that's good

enough for me.

Doesn't he just make you sick?

And now it's time you gave your old friend Benz a call, just the way we

Because it's time they took their vitamins as well.

And once they do, I'll be able to control them all forever.

to my machine, and I'll call you when I get back. Wait for the tone.

Yo, Benz, it's me, your buddy Jets.

Don't have much time to talk before Dr. Paradine finds me.

He's got me in the old Acme warehouse outside of town.

He's threatening to, uh, no, please, doctor, no, please, no!

Suckers. And now, while I monitor the proceedings from here, it's time for

Lick. to bait the trap and catch us some sharks.

This is serious.

Gotta call Rip and the sharks pronto.

Yo, Benz?

Streaks, check out the playback on this message I just got.

We're all ears, man.

No time to talk. Gotta jet before Dr. Paradigm finds me.

He's got me in the old active warehouse outside of town.

He's threatening to... Please, doctor!

No, please!

No!

Jets? That was Jets. We gotta get down to the old Acme warehouse.

Anywhere I say it is.

Oh, no!

I still wish we could stop retreating out downstream.

Of course you do, Jab, because that's what my subliminal programming is

you. No time for refreshments, Jab. I can't believe we're really in the woods.

That fire feels real.

And I'm in no mood for barbecued shark.

Good, Ripster.

You think the fire is real so that you will drink the water that is laced with

my mind control serum.

Moby Lick, call to them once again and then wait outside.

Hurry, guys. I'm in big trouble.

But you guys are going to be in the biggest trouble of all.

Any objection to giving Moby Mouth a taste of his own medicine?

It's about time you learned to respect his elders.

Time to get out.

Hey! What's going on?

No way you deviated steviates are going to lock me in.

Hey, Moby. Dr. Bearback is truly a genius. His force field is not only

operate, it's whale -proof.

No problem. This way I get another crack at the sharks.

Shut up!

Moby Lick is still inside?

Hmm. I should be able to use this to my advantage as well.

Whoa!

Radical!

Lucky thing I know this isn't real.

Moby Lick?

What have you done with my buddy Chet?

What if I said I munched him for lunch?

wrapped your lying tongue around your head until you told me the truth.

Give it your best shot, big breath.

Excellent. This is better than I'd hoped. And what a way to work up a three

-shot first.

You're done for, lick.

If I weren't so thirsty, I'd wipe the bottom of that gorge with your slimy

flukes. Not before I turn.

You are thin into shark fin soup.

Wait a minute. Jab, why are we fighting? It's me, Jet.

Oh, no.

Moby Lick has whetted out all the mind control serum. I have to get them all to

drink it immediately.

Jet, what happened to you?

Dr. Paradigm pumped me full of mind control serum.

And Gene slammed me with a killer whip.

should be dead what's going on the whole warehouse is one big holographic fun

house you got that right and it's all designed to make you want to drink the

water water no that water has the mind control

serum in it

I suppose I should thank you for saving me from a mind -controlled fate worse

than death.

But I'm still thirsty.

In that case, what do you say we jet over to Humongo Burger and grab some

chocolate shakes?

Well, that's a fantastic idea.

Uh, Jets?

Jets is history.

From now on, why don't you just call me Moby Lick?

You got it, Moby Dude.