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Thank you.

Thank you.

Fuck me, bro.

I'm going to carve two dozen of those jumbo jet burgers.

Yeah? Well, I'm going to have three dozen and a gallon of bubblegum fudge

cream. I'm eating four dozen and triple chili fries with biscuits and gravy.

I don't know about this.

We'll be eating crow if we run into a patrol car on a donut break.

You can't back out now. I'm so hungry, I could eat a dashboard.

Mmm.

Hangar 5, Hatch House, here we come!

Feeling frenzy.

Sorry, bros, but I smell seabed.

Eh, me too.

What would Dr.

Slimanoid's guys want at the airport, anyhow?

I don't know, but those middle brains will be taking a long flight if I see

them. Lena said the physics department was air freighting a sample of stable

antimatter to NASA today.

If Piranoid gets his claws on that, he could fry the whole world.

Whoa, dial in on this, bros.

Those bottom feeders are pretending they're us.

What's all thin, guys?

Shark attack!

Dr. Voronoi didn't tell us the sharks would be at the airport.

Now that people know it wasn't them that stole the antimatter, maybe we can take

off these disgusting masks.

Forget it.

Dr. Paranoid would deep fry our DNA in ooze oil.

We are almost ready, Louie. And this time, those showboating sharks had

not try to interfere.

Let me at them. Just say the word, boss.

I like your spirit, Louie.

But I think the job may require something a trifle bigger, like one of

-ton dinosaurs from the Jurassic era, or maybe several.

Screwdriver! With my new time machine, I can plunder the Earth's past for new,

or should I say old, creatures to biogenetically engineer.

Oh, that sounds dangerous.

It will be, Louie. It will be.

for anyone who tries to stand in my way. In moments, my phoebius will arrive

with a stable antimatter, and once I insert it into the chronorefractor, I'll

ready to slam time itself.

Those cops are too close for comfort.

Look, there's a utility company transformer station.

I think it's time to give our pursuers a charge.

Don't you?

Yeah, it'll be a blast.

Spin's up, Rose.

Yeah, it's your job, guys.

Jeff, you and Streak go after Killamari. We'll take Reptile.

What a day.

At last. With this, my time machine is complete.

Big day, Thoron?

Have a little shark trouble?

More than even you can handle, Matomari?

How'd you guess, you craven little crayfish?

I ought to make Cajun popcorn out of you.

Repeat your petty bickering. This is an historic moment.

Excellent. It's booting up.

Wait a minute. What is that?

That, you crustacean creep, is the time machine's time vortex.

Once I select a time period on this dial, anything thrust into the vortex

travels to that distant path.

Oh, Squidlet. Ah, but I call it fortuitous.

Now the three sharks can be the first to try out my time machine.

I smell a seaweed.

Let's get him.

Hold it, bro.

At the risk of sounding like the Ripster, we gotta exercise caution.

Wrong. We gotta get NASA's antimatter back.

Well, I agree, but... You can exercise all the caution you want.

I'm going in.

I'll beg that. I'm telling you, we gotta have a strategy. I got the strategy I

need right here.

It's fin kicking time.

Uh, who's gonna cover your fin?

Whoops.

nice of you to call.

Do come in. You're just in time.

I want that antimatter, prunoid.

Sorry. I'm afraid that would interfere with my plans for world conquest and

better living through genetic alteration.

Huh? Whoa!

Street! Jump!

Ah!

Street, bro!

Where are you?

Why don't you go look for him?

You can start your search in the 10 ,000 B .C.

Veggie City?

How's a dude supposed to skate without concrete?

Oh, man, talk about the sticks.

I gotta find a place I can get a couple of burgers and make a phone call.

Go in biting me, would ya?

No two ways about it. This place could use some major gardening help. And I'm

just as shocked to do it. Huh?

Whoa!

Whoa. Inches away from Banana Splitsville.

Can't wait to see the chopped nuts and cherry.

What?

Whoa!

I was kidding!

Chopped nuts!

Trust that gecko, Dr. Eek, is going to gum me up for good.

Man, I bet it takes me hours to swim back to Fishing City.

Once I figure out which way land is.

Aw, man, this wouldn't have happened if Streaks and I had gone in together.

Like, Paranoid's really going to send me back to 10 ,000 B .C.

That bit me. I'm dreaming.

Ow!

I'm out of here.

I can't believe that battery -powered bonehead reptile got away.

We gotta find Jabba Streets.

The kid is right. Let's go.

I don't like the looks of this, fellas.

Yeah, the guys wouldn't leave the shark cruiser just sitting there. Everybody

must have gotten into this 16 -wheeler and gone.

Somewhere. Yeah, but where? Where are our bros?

That giant mantis must be gone by now.

Hope it's friendly, whatever it is.

I'm safe now.

Where are you taking me?

Man, that dinosaur was as stupid as it was big.

Shut up, stomach.

Whoa, scope it out.

Show us a mundo, dude.

Where there's chickens, there's eggs. It's omelet time.

say we drop this over.

Really, I'm a nice guy.

The shark's 150 million years in the past, Doctor. You'll never find it.

Ha! Nothing could be easier.

Travel through time disturbs the dimensional fabric along the axis of

disruption. I knew that.

Quiet! Kill Jumbo Jaw.

Stop it, you bully!

Would you two like to follow our shark friend into the Jurassic era?

Huh?

There. The sparkling blue line is the time trail left by young Streak. All we

have to do is follow it.

That's precisely what I wanted to see. Not only does the time machine work, but

Streak is in big trouble.

I must say, these primitive Jurassic creatures really know how to handle a

street shark.

That thing's bigger than we are.

It's a lot bigger than we are.

Precisely the point.

Their sheer mass plus my genetic alterations will create the perfect,

indestructible, gene -clamped weapon.

Say, you wouldn't get rid of us, would you, boy? That wouldn't be fair.

Not if you improve your behavior.

Like they say, get your gene together.

Talk about scaling, man. Maybe the old dweebazoid really did send me 10 ,000

years into the past.

I'll never get to see my bros again.

I'll never get to hammer those dismal idiots again.

And Streaks will never know how much I miss him. Even if it is all his fault,

I'm stuck inside this merman factory.

Cheer up, Street Shark.

Huh? What?

Where? I am Lyra, Chief Science Supervisor of Atlantis.

Atlantis? Uh, pleased to meet you, uh, Lyra. My name... Your name's Jab,

and you were once a young human named Fulton, and you have been betrayed by

Paranoid, a man who was a disgrace to science.

Whoa, totally. It's awesome.

You can read minds, too.

Only if they're friendly.

Our civilization is an ancient and happy one, Jab. But now...

help this disgusting window.

That dude reminds me of someone I used to know.

He is a Neptunian, and his people have sworn to destroy Atlanta so that they

rule the oceans.

Our soldiers thought you were a Neptunian spy.

Oh, not me. No way. I don't even come from this time.

I know. Our scientists have been experimenting with time travel.

Perhaps we can help you.

All right.

Fantastic.

Come, Jab. I will take you to...

The Neptunians are attacking!

I don't care how many million years it takes me.

Someday, I'm gonna get back to Fission City and thump Dr. Fishlips into

jellyfish paste.

Check it out.

I better jet before Mama brings the kids back for dinner.

I have a feeling that dinner is me.

Who would have thought I would invent the first hang glider?

Here goes nothing.

Shark light!

All right!

Whoa!

You'd think you'd never saw a flying street shark before.

Just call me Streak of Thorsworth, King of the Jurassic.

Huh?

Dude, like, don't you know that violence never solves anything?

You want to be king?

It's yours.

Here's the plan.

Killamari and I will set the trap.

Reptil, your job is to lure the rest of those sharks into the time vortex.

What do you want me to do, boss? Something real important, huh?

You? You can be the bait.

You slimy, slithering snake.

Come to papa.

Catch me if you can, creature!

Hold on to your fence, Lamu. It's going to be a tight squeeze.

If Reptil went in here, then Paranoid's probably in there, too.

And maybe Jab and Streaks.

I smell a trap.

Trap or not, we gotta try.

Our bros are in trouble.

I can feel it. Okay, but let's take it slow.

Don't worry, this is what I do best.

Be careful.

Oh, you bet I will. I got a bro out there that needs my help as soon as I

done kicking some Neptunian fish.

He's eating a hole through the sub.

Hooray!

Thank you, Jab.

I gotta admit, this is my idea of some Johnson fun.

I haven't had such a good time since Streaks and I... You miss him, I know.

Come, I'm going to help you find your brother and get home.

Yes!

Looks like the only way out of here is up those stairs over there.

Smells like someone's trying to hurt us where they want us to go.

No one hurts me!

I hear ya.

So why go up when they can come down? Know what I mean?

I sure do.

Can't imagine it. Freak! You! You!

Let me at him! Just let me at him!

You can skip the chit -chat, barracuda brat. Just tell us what you did with our

bros. I sent them into the past.

Way into the past.

Before the dawn of time.

What? My time machine's in there. And if it hasn't already been destroyed by

your reckless meddling...

Then allow me to remedy that situation.

You'll never see your brothers again!

Man, this donut dude must be down some tasty fast food meal.

But obviously not fast enough. I gotta take martial arts. Like using my

opponent's own weight and strength against him.

much for karate i'm warning you

let go of me right now or i'll give you indigestion you're awesome a

3d time scanner those two bright lines are your time trails our machine will

send you back to get your brother then send you both back to the time you came

from all right ready when you are

Bye, Jab.

Uh, goodbye.

Oh, it's there!

Whoa!

You really ought to floss more often.

Time's on, bro!

Ah!

Ah!

We'll never find strength in Jab now.

What are we gonna do? We're missing two bros.

I'm sorry.

It was all my fault.

I should have gone with you.

Nah, I was the one that was wrong. If it hadn't been for you, I'd be Dinosaur

Burger.

Speaking of which, I figure a couple dozen jumbo jet burgers will fit

everything. Hang your fire hats out! Here we go!

Those shark simpletons think they've seen the last of my time machine? The

antimatter's the only component I can't duplicate.

And it's safe and sound with me.

I promise you, three -shot, your time will come.