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Half man fighting evil, that's the plan.

scoping the scene of the latest Howard Brown House.

Fishing City Electric's down there trying to see who pulled the plug.

Hope you tuned in using batteries or you're not hearing any of this.

Third time this week. And now this moron. Why doesn't he find some real

Buck, look.

I don't think it's connected to nothing.

Really? Do you think these giant teeth marks have something to do with it?

Vision City Electric spokesperson Serge Franklin says the illegal tap occurred

ten feet below the surface.

Police investigators have linked this latest power failure to other recent

attacks on the Vision City power grid and state that the humongous teeth marks

left behind can only be the work of the infamous street sharks.

Well, I say this smells like the work of paranoid stinky crew, and we better

deodorize it before it gets even worse.

Try to keep it down, Slamu.

We're supposed to be undercover.

Sorry, didn't see the stop sign.

Listen up. Based on the pattern, they should hit the power station next.

Wait a minute.

I'm smelling a visitor on his way.

Big mistake, Snake.

But I'm betting his parts are a map.

All that power, and you just keep sucking it up. What is it? I resent that

remark, Shark.

Shark is dead!

What is going on?

Looks like Paranoid fitted his G -Slam in handiwork again.

Good thing none of this seems funny.

Well, then what are we waiting for?

Shark time!

Where did they go?

I don't know. I was following you.

We lost them.

I think we got decoyed by those glow worms ahead.

I got more than decoyed. Those suckers pack a wallop, even through shark skin.

The Glow Deviant should have been here long ago. And when he does straggle in,

he'll have yet another lying excuse as to why he mailed me again.

Why am I surrounded by fools and incompetents?

You're late again!

Forgive me, Doctor. The Street Sharks showed up, but I took care of them.

And the Vulcan as well.

Still sizzling with ten million volts per crystal.

Once these racks are filled, I can complete my latest masterpiece.

I thought I was your latest masterpiece.

Things change.

Stop whining. Although the truth is, you have turned out very well.

I have no family. No one at all. And I'm a great admirer of your achievements.

No family? No family at all?

Not a soul.

I'm all alone. But no one hates the street sharks more than me.

Fighting is strictly prohibited in this hotel.

I'd like to report a...

Never mind.

No one hates the street sharks more than me.

In fact, I've already built my body to your science lab. Then why wait for your

untimely demise?

In fact, if you will come with me, I can help you fulfill my, uh, your destiny.

Wonderful.

Are you sure this is going to help me fulfill my destiny?

Oh, absolutely sure.

What am I?

More than you've ever been before.

I shall call you Reptile.

Human intellect with the instincts and abilities of the moray and electric eel.

My most spectacular creation yet. Next to myself, of course. From this moment

forth, I am yours to command in your struggle against the street sharks.

Yeah, you.

Proving me a genius yet again.

Thank you, Doctor.

But tell me, then can I go after the street sharks?

Soon, my slimy friend. But first, I want you to dig up a little something for

me.

He's going to need help to stop the shark.

We'll hold the two of you in reserve for now.

I hope that baby packs enough punch to rocket Jab's ton of teeth off the

Just watch, dude.

Okay, Jab, fire her up.

Paranoid's been stealing enough juice to light up five cities.

What does he need all that power for?

He'd better have that and more when he faces me.

Nobody frames up and gets away with it. It's bigger than that. He must have

created that oversized eel to supply mega power for something huge.

Then let's quit yapping and start snapping.

But what are we going to do about Mr. Spark Shooter?

You're going to teach him how to conserve energy.

Especially when you know where he's coming from.

I knew you'd come through, Ben's boy. What have you got?

Oh, just your everyday highly advanced electrical field locators.

Of course. We can detect his electrical field. Like the power line under here.

You sky sharks take these.

Time to fight and fight!

Phoenix Frenzy!

Phoenix Frenzy!

Clamu, we're ground support.

Jab, take the South Street substation and circle out from there.

I'm there.

Streaks, you do the same as Lincoln.

Let's make that eel wheel.

Hill Street. Anybody else got anything?

Nothing yet. Still trolling. I'm outside and still sleeping.

Nothing downtown.

I'm sky swimming west.

Quiet. Over.

Wait! I've got some sub -street action below.

Yow! This worm is wiggling wildly.

Round and round she goes.

When she stops, I'll break its nose.

Say your prayer, slime time.

Your history.

Hang tight!

No sweat.

This tube snake's going nowhere.

But goes around, comes around, street shark.

Am I supposed to know what you're talking about?

Maybe you should remember your manners and keep your parts to yourself, pal.

Streak, you there? What was that?

Just the sound of me under attack.

No problem.

On our way.

Oh, great.

Civilians. Watch where you're shooting those things.

Thanks for the tips.

Check it out. Fish light.

You're awesome.

Shut up. You're distracting me.

Hang in there, kid. I'll save you. Yes, but who is going to save you, Skate

Shod?

Making a joyride?

Did someone say autograph?

Aren't you forgetting someone?

Oh, yeah. Who should I make this out to? No, one of us isn't here, and we should

be there now.

Later, kid.

Where'd you go? This is the middle of nowhere.

Uh -oh.

Nowhere just turned into someplace they're not welcoming visitors.

Hey, Rip, guess where our new underground power's headed?

Back to the main power plant?

Much bigger than that.

You know that top -secret stealth lab the government keeps denying exists?

No.

Yep, Reptile found it. And he's coming through the basement door.

Whereas I'm hovering up top like a flying neon bullseye wearing a shoot -me

sign.

Okay, people. We've got an unfriendly bogey. Let's not waste ammunition.

Take him out with the first shot.

Hey, you're not supposed to blow away the good guys.

Going down.

There you are. Just what the doctor ordered.

The world's most advanced... Supercomputer.

All the entertainment just so you can get a new bowling ball?

This one's mine.

But why don't you try this kind of strike?

More like cutterball.

Just where you're going to end up, bike boy.

Streaks, you back online yet?

Consider me booted up. Keep your eyes peeled for the eel. I don't know where

is. Never mind. I just found him.

So long, shark.

No, he's mine.

This could be a long night.

And then there were three.

How'd you like my new map?

That was.

Always a blast to see you, bro.

You think you're hot stuff, huh?

Activate heat -seeking missiles.

Be for yourself.

Well, I hear that, man.

But now I think it's time to disappear.

Where'd they go? I lost them in the clouds.

They are making the clouds. And it's jamming my radar.

Oh, yeah?

Well, I'll show them how we jam.

We've got a bogey at six o 'clock. Not for long.

Those fish for brains have jammed their own radar.

It's hammering time.

Welcome to your untimely demise.

Ow! Hey!

And the jabster, with a tremendous play, intercepts the pigskin in the end zone.

No, Dave.

It's mine.

That's got to spark big time. I wouldn't want jabs headache in the morning.

Batman, can't stop the reptile.

You big, ugly, bottom -feeding bee snake.

It's time someone put a stop to you for good.

Time to tuck you in for the night.

Where's that Hello Jet?

I lost it in their darn cloud of exhaust.

That means they still have the supercomputer.

And we're stuck with him.

Lousy trade. Now what?

It calls itself Reptile.

We like to think of him as the catch of the day. We never would have been able

to nab him without you.

You guys ever think of joining the force? Well, we do like donuts. Just

them away from any electrical outlets. I want to get back to my video games

without any more power interruptions.

His plug is pulled.

And don't worry about the cell.

It's titanium steel. In fact, the chief had it built especially for dangerous

perpetrators with exceptionally big teeth.

Good idea.

This is Brock.

I need a dozen. Make that two dozen men at the top security holding facility on

the double. Uh, don't take it personal, but if I were you, I'd be gone by the

time they get here. We were never here.

Yes, sir.

At least we've got one friend in blue and one less seabed on the street.

Hey, Munchmaster, the last one to Humongo Burgers is buying.

I'm not reaching for my wallet.

Be a friend, sir!

So, just what does Paranoid want with that computer anyway?

I don't know, but I can smell trouble heading our way.

And it smells real bad.

Do you realize what a momentous moment this is, Slopster?

Did I do something wrong again?

This is the final component in the creature who will defeat the street

once and for all. My masterpiece.

My map.

My most spectacular creation yet.