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Red and blue greed in the neighborhood.

Some say there's no good.

Half shark, half man fighting evil. That's the plan.

Raptor Central, here we come.

Final systems check indicates all weapons in optimal operating condition.

Dynamite, ready for battle.

All right,

ready for seconds.

Seconds? More like a hundred and seconds.

Shark alert, guys.

President Horn's on the line. A UFO has been detected in the outer solar system.

It's heading for Earth.

Uh -oh.

Raptor time?

Could be.

When we had our rumble with Bad Rap at Arecibo, he got a signal off into space.

And he swore more raptors would be coming.

What do you want us to do, sir?

I've ordered the shark shuttle prepared for launch.

Take it up and intercept that UFO.

Find out their intentions.

You got it, sir. We're on our way.

Time to thrash some dino -craft!

I've got a lock on them.

They're coming right at us!

Alien craft, identify yourself.

That's one ugly dino -mug. Gotta be one of Bad Raph's buds.

Earth craft, stand down.

Repeat, stand down.

Hey, this is our galaxy, you scaly space wizard.

And you are definitely not welcome.

Last warning.

For your own good, do not interfere.

I got one answer for that.

Shark attack!

Hold on, guys. We don't know for sure their intentions are hostile.

What? Have you flipped your fin?

Look, if we have to thrash them, we thrash them. But first, I want to know

exactly who and what we're dealing with.

And if they don't stop...

Is that unpeaceful enough for you?

This thing was a lot easier to maneuver when it didn't have a hole in it.

They're booking.

Yeah. Straight for Earth.

Stay with him, Rip. I've got a little surprise for our visitors.

Welcome to Earth, dino freaks. Have a blast.

Not in a short minute. We're finding those guys and I'm getting some answers.

There! Look!

Fin's up, Rose!

Don't smell any dinozoids.

Me neither.

They're around here someplace.

Fin out.

Just what do you think you're doing?

Since you demolished our ship, we're taking yours.

You're not taking anything except a hike out of the galaxy.

Courtesy of me, poor nose.

And me, fossil face.

Ditto, hacksaw head.

We don't have time for this. We've got a planet to save.

Listen, you overgrown lizard.

Did you say a planet to save?

A primitive craft.

But we can make do.

What do you mean, a planet to save?

Now I've got it.

If you'll get off my ship. It's not your ship, extincto brain.

Now, explain yourself.

We're intergalactic dino -vengers.

Stay out of our way and we might be able to save your planet from some very

dangerous outlaws.

You're gonna save Earth?

From who?

A heinous gang of velociraptors led by a creep named Batrap.

We've got to find the commander.

We're getting longer.

Your inferior communication systems have failed. Wrong, Einsteinosaur. We've

lost our satellite feed.

And I know why.

Check it out, guys.

It's more Raptor rip -rap.

Dynamite! I'm gonna wreck those Raptors.

No! This Earthcraft is no match for a Raptor Havoc cruiser.

This ship did pretty well against you, as I recall.

Oh, that's okay.

You guys go ahead and bail.

Leave the Earth saving to the experts.

Oh, no!

You wouldn't stand a chance.

I'm taking this ship down before we're knocked down!

Out

of the

way! Tail bait.

Nice bait.

Rule

number

one, this is our planet, and you dino wretches are our guests.

Understood. If you want to catch these raptor outlaws, you cooperate with us.

Fine. But the first time you fishes mess up, the dino -vengers take over.

Hey, crow moron brain.

We're not fish. We're the street sharks.

Whoa, what a mess.

Must have been quite the tussle up there, guys.

You captured the dinosaurs?

Then where's Bad Rap?

No, Benz. These guys are here to capture Bad Rap.

And his ruthless gang.

These guys say Bad Raps have been thrashing the whole galaxy for, like,

centuries. They want to take them home to pay for their crimes.

Well, in that case, I'm Ben.

I'm T -Bone. This is Stegs, Spike, and Bullseye.

Hey, if you're going to help us save the planet, might as well get to know some

of its best qualities.

Awesome idea, Slam Man.

I am not a carnivore. This is inappropriate nourishment for me.

inappropriate nourishment for carnivores.

Oh, that's cool, bud. We'll get you a veggie burger next time.

It just means more for me.

I bet they don't have stuff like this on your planet.

No, not anymore.

The raptors destroyed everything.

We used to be like the soft skins here, but we were no match for the raptors.

They plundered our world and terrorized our people. The four of us volunteered

for genetic alteratic upgrades so we could fight back and end the raptors'

of terror.

Each of our ancestries were enhanced.

Our DNA resembles your ancient triceratops, stegosaurus, pteranodon,

tyrannosaurus rex.

Just like us, except we didn't volunteer.

We tracked Bad Rap from one galaxy to another and finally had him captured.

in a fluke occurrence, he escaped.

We thought he perished in your Andes Mountains a few centuries ago. Until we

intercepted his signal to his gang.

Then we realized he'd survived and was free again.

Rest easy, guys.

We took care of Bad Rap once, and we'll do it again.

Yes, but you let him get away. We won't make that mistake.

But you already did, didn't you?

I just love to shop. It's just like a holiday.

Nine. My country will buy a dozen of those.

Wear a blade and spitter. They should be here by now.

Make that two dozen.

It's about time they got here.

That's bitter, just like old times.

What is this? I almost feel warm for you.

It passed.

Why didn't you worthless morons come looking for me?

We have been dead and searched for centuries.

Silence! Raptors, this planet is ripe for plundering.

Flash and trash time.

Just show me where to spit.

I have this diabolically clever plan.

Attack them with their own weapons.

They'll think they're being attacked by their own kind.

Brilliant, my commander. The witless Earth people will go to war with each

other. And then this planet will be ours.

What? When do I get to start bidding?

Fire the missiles.

Destination, Washington, Moscow, Tokyo.

Let's get this little cataclysmic global annihilation show on the road.

A Russian warhead is heading straight for Washington. And two more missiles

heading for Moscow and Tokyo.

I don't know who could be doing this.

I do. Sounds like Bad Ramp is back in action.

He's used this ploy to take over other planets.

Mr. President, before you do anything, give us a shot at taking out those

missiles. Very well. I'll call Moscow and Tokyo, try to buy you some time.

The world is counting on you, Street Sharks. If this poor world is counting

you, you need a lot more than luck. You need dynamite!

Nice vehicles for such a primordial race.

Spike and I'll destroy Bad Rap's ship and his missile guidance system,

the missiles at the source.

I've got a better idea. You and me will take on Bad Rap, and the others will go

after the missiles. That way, I can keep my eye on you.

Fine, but feel free to get out of my way any time you think you've bitten off

more than you can chew.

You'll be waiting a long time.

There's nothing the Street Shark can't chew.

There are two missiles to eradicate.

Factoring in trajectory and airspeed, it appears we will only get one crack at

interception. Yeah, and we're going to blow it if we waste any more time on

picky young calculations.

You fired without aiming?

Let's just say I caught it then.

My turn.

Missiles have separated and are currently one minute, six and four

seconds from impact.

Great! Spike and I'll nuke him. You guys book it to Moscow.

Well, that is, if you're up to the challenge.

You're on, little fishy. No sea creature can top a triceratops.

You're awesome!

Dino -tabulous!

I'm locked on to the coordinates of both missiles.

You just gonna sit there and blow bubbles, or are you gonna fire?

Yo!

Status update, Street Sharks.

Disabled all but one, sir. It's over Moscow.

If he gets through... Don't worry, sir.

Ribster'll zap that last missile.

Ha! Dream on.

The only one who can stop it is T -Bone.

Only a few more minutes and the soft skins will annihilate themselves.

Last chance to bail.

No chance, Lizard Lip. The only way into Bad Rap's ship is to go in through the

GCR conduit. You kidding?

That's like crawling up the barrel of a gun.

A very large gun.

Ah, such fun.

My old Arch Enemy T -Bone and my new Arch Enemy Ripster. I get to destroy

both at once.

I sure hope you know what you're doing. It takes five seconds for the TCR

emitter to recycle after each shot. It's our only chance to get inside.

Look!

The rap trash sure have been busy.

Yeah. And I can't wait to use them all on you.

Come out, you pal.

Coming at you, raps.

Five

and

a fin, T -Bone.

Okay, five and a paw.

Come on, don't leave me hanging.

Hurry, we've got to find the missile guidance control. This way.

Jaundacious ingenuity, dude.

Five and a fillet. Five and a fin, fossil face.

In five

seconds, the missile will demolish Moscow.

Not anymore.

You just chomped your last circuit board, blowfish.

You don't have to wreck your ship on our account.

Yeah, we'll do it for you.

All right!

Jawsome!

Jawsome?

Jawsome. Hmm.

Auto -destruct sequence.

If it blows in 30 seconds, I gotta run.

We gotta get out of here.

Tell me about it.

Left a raptor -ravaged world behind.

That wrath will rule the universe.

Left T -Bone and Ripster stopping first.

Flame, shark, and loam. Join together for a jostling fight.

Flame, shark, and loam. Dino -Ventures and sharks. Dino -Ventures and sharks

unite.

Master plan from the raptor clan.

This is Earthman again.

Anybody need a ride?

Cartilaginous!

Dino -rific!

So, how'd you like that veggie burger, Stag? You're absolutely correct, Slamu.

There is only one word to accurately describe this tantalizing delicacy.

Jawsome! I guess we don't make such a bad team. Not as bad as would be

expected.

Oh, I can see it. Hey, with the Ripmeister's leader.

Whoa, stop right there, dolphin boy.

T -Bone is number one. The dinosaur, you got that?

Not in a short minute.

Yeah, T -Bone could lead a marching band.

And Ripster could give me a break.

Whoever heard of a seafood leader?

Hey, pal, we're not seafood.

We're the street sharks.