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Thank you.

and people with all...

It is my destiny to engineer an airborne virus that will genetically perfect the

entire populace of the world.

Not with your flawed reasoning.

You've wasted so much time. I've come to help you. You're me. Me of the future.

To compare you to me is like comparing a caveman to Einstein.

Of course! That's brilliant!

The molecular mechanism for altering the entire world's genetic code!

It's quite elementary, really, at my exalted stage of development.

Incredible. I've only started to imagine them.

Yo, Finmeisters, we've got a video email.

John? Clint?

Dad? Is that you?

Yes, Coop.

I've got a bad connection.

I'll talk fast.

There's been a disturbance in the time -space continuum.

The time slammer.

Pure Annoying must have built a new one. Dad, what about Ben's DNA sample? Any

luck? I've been analyzing it, but I'm having difficulty isolating what makes

Ben's immune to Paranoid's gene -slamming virus without an actual sample

Huh?

Dad? Dad!

How are we supposed to get a sample of the virus?

Especially when Pure Annoying hasn't even invented it yet.

We'll figure something out.

The street sharks must not prevent our triumph. When the sharks came to the

future, they discovered that my ingenious plan to re -engineer humanity

come into effect this New Year's Eve. Just imagine their dismay when they

discover that I moved the operation up. And what about me?

You? You, my Neanderthal former self? I need 100 vats of that formula by

tonight.

You smell that?

Mecco sharks?

Here? Now? In our time?

it and find a weakness.

than that old milk carton in the back of the fridge.

Oh, hey, techno head. Why don't you time slam back a little farther, huh? To

save prehistoric times. Have an up -close -and -personal encounter with a

dinosaur. Hmm, very amusing.

You street sharks thought you could sabotage my plans to perfect the world

my airborne virus.

We still got time to stop you. D -Day is until New Year's Eve.

but there's been a slight change in plans.

The virus is ready now. And you, Street Shark, shall be patient zero.

Tomorrow night, humanity shall irrevocably change.

And today, you shall become the first of this marvelous new...

I command you to lead the mech -o -shark to your brother's hideout and destroy

them. Go!

And you, my Paleolithic predecessor, you have one hour to finish formulating

that virus. If you fail, I shall send you back to the real Paleolithic age.

You arrogant automaton!

Without me, you would not exist.

Irrefutable proof that genius can originate from the simplest beginning.

Now get back to work.

You look like a doctor giving bypass surgery to a TV set.

You've been at this all night?

Yep. The thing's indestructible.

Really? Except at the joints.

Paranoid didn't bother protecting them with armor plating.

Johnson, Ben!

First Mecco nightmare.

Jab?

I

was just over

downtown. I saw Jab.

He's coming this way.

All right, Jab. He busted out all on his own.

No. He's been deviated.

Deviated? It gets worse, guys.

I just downloaded the bot's memory bank.

He's programmed to start spreading the airborne virus today.

Creepazoid jumps a gun.

And Jab's the first victim.

We gotta find him. Wait, guys.

We can crack this virus.

If you can get me a sample of Jab's DNA to send to your father ASAP.

You got it. Now, let's haul Finn and find Jab.

Shouldn't be hard.

He was leading an army of mecho sharks straight to your door.

Shh, listen.

Oh, man, I see it, but I don't believe it. Jab is one of them.

Well, not for long. We'll get him back.

Shark attack!

Time to try out our new toy.

Johnstone!

This fabulous... mud -captured

street shark...

must...

Bring them back, Detective Paranoid.

Come on, Frog.

Don't you remember me?

Yes, not.

Don't take this personal.

so I can hit you again.

The joint, my man.

Aim for the joint.

Let's hope Dad can figure out an antivirus in time.

Okay, Ben. It's ready for transfer.

Coming at you, Dr. Bolton. This is a DNA breakdown we took from Jab's saliva.

Hope it does the trick.

I'd better get back to the battle outside.

I can see we need to buy ourselves some time.

Groundbreaking way to travel.

Your father has the DNA sample, but he needs time.

Dorsalatomus! Thrashing mechosharks is what I call fun!

Let's get at him, slammer! We seem to have an endless supply!

Okay,

got it. Let me see what I can do with this

Let's

hope this work

No paranoid has a few loose screws. He's a future Dr.

P with a shorter fuse.

A paranoid gene -destroying evil dude who wants to turn the street sharks into

piranha food.

Metal headaches are attacking and the future's looking dim.

But the jobs of four are diving in, kicking fin, crushing tin, throwing

down to the recycling bin.

We're going to the techno history.

Send them back a thousand years or more.

We'll be right back.

We're going to make techno history.

He's really going to do it. We're out of time.

I'll check on Ben.

Street sharks!

Your inevitable destiny shall finally be realized.

At long last, you shall serve me, and your own brother, Jab, shall deliver you

to me.

has to work.

Happy New Year, guys.

To an un -jean -slammed future.

To Dad!

To Ben!

To all Jawsome dudes!