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[DISTORTED RADIO CHATTER]

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

[DISTORTED RADIO CHATTER]

[MUFFLED HUMMING]

[EERIE MUSIC]

[WHOOSHES]

[BEEPING]

[WHOOSHES]

[DISTORTED RADIO CHATTER]

[WHOOSHING]

AGENT (ON RADIO): We have a reported object falling

at coordinates 4-7-86.

Relayed information indicates it is in all probability a meteor.

But it is giving off returning echoes

of some type of organic material.

To be safe, I would send a report to the folks

over at Chariot.

[WHOOSHING]

[WAVES CRASHING]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[KEYBOARD CLACKING]

[MOUSE CLICKING]

[MUFFLED RUMBLING OVERHEAD]

[WHOOSHING]

[SPLASHES]

Oh!

What in the hell was that?

[ELECTRICITY ZAPPING]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[ELECTRICITY ZAPPING]

What in the hell?

[GRUNTS]

[SPLASHING]

[ZAPPING CONTINUES]

[LIGHTNING ZAPPING]

What the hell was that?

Hope it doesn't screw up my fishing.

It's the end of the world!

[EERIE MUSIC]

[MUFFLED HUMMING]

[ELECTRICITY ZAPPING]

[GROWLS]

[BIRD CHIRPING]

That was the strangest thing I've ever seen.

[EERIE MUSIC]

[ELECTRICITY ZAPPING]

[WAVES CRASHING]

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

[EERIE MUSIC]

[ELECTRICITY ZAPPING]

[LIGHTNING ZAPS]

[GROWLS]

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

Imperial Seaside Resort, front desk.

Yes, Mrs. Peabody.

Of course, I remember.

Room 227.

Yes, I did see it.

No.

No, I don't know what it was.

Well, could've been a falling star, yeah.

[CHUCKLES] Enjoy your stay.

Yep, absolutely nothing wrong.

Bye-bye.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[WAVES CRASHING]

[MUFFLED GROWLING]

[ROARS] [GROWLING]

[THEME MUSIC]

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

[MUFFLED HUMMING]

[SPLASHING]

[GROWLS]

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

This damn rig is falling apart at the seams.

[WATER SPLASHES]

[GROWLING]

[ELECTRICITY ZAPPING]

[RIG RATTLING]

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

Now, what the hell was that?

[LIGHT DRAMATIC MUSIC]

[GROWLING]

[SCREAMING]

[FLESH SQUELCHING]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

[FLAMES CRACKLING]

[WAVES CRASHING]

[BIRD CHIRPING]

[FOREBODING MUSIC]

[BURPS]

Look, Rockford, I've been telling you

for the last three days, I don't have any money to give you.

Not even a quarter or a dime?

I'm starving.

Hang on.

Ooh, thanks.

What's that?

Advice.

Go find yourself a job.

[BIRD CHIRPING]

I wonder what's going on out there.

Looks like a drowning victim.

That happens here all the time.

ROCKFORD: Did you happen to see that bolt of lightning

shooting down into the ocean yesterday?

Yeah, who could miss it?

Scared away all the fish.

It's probably a meteor or something.

But it's ruining my vacation.

Well, the water was churning.

And then a big stream of lightning

came shooting up through the sky!

You're pretty observant for someone who has blurry vision

most of the time.

It must have been a sea serpent

avenging God for all our sins.

Well, then, you better be the first one in line.

Don't you have a date with a dumpster or somethin'?

And there's this big mound on the beach,

like something enormous came to the shore.

It could be anything.

It must have been something castrophatalisis going on,

like in some kind of--

something going on.

Do you come with subtitles?

Because I can't understand a damn word you say.

Look, I've got fishing to do, if you don't mind.

And I've gotta prove to my wife I was doing somethin', so--

[BIRD CHIRPING]

Pucker head!

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

CLERK: No, no, no, no, the hotel is not closed.

Yep, we are open and operating normally.

Well, of course, it's safe.

You don't need to cancel your reservation.

Everything is fine.

The authorities think it was just a falling star.

The rig disaster?

An isolated incident.

They think it was an explosion.

Mm-hmm.

No.

No.

We are not being invaded by little green men from Mars.

Uh-huh.

Of course, I'll hold your reservation.

Uh-huh.

Yeah.

OK.

We'll see you soon.

Bye-bye.

Ugh!

Everyone thinks the sky is falling.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[ELECTRICITY ZAPPING]

There is something strange going on out there.

[ELECTRICITY ZAPPING]

[GROWLING]

[LIGHT DRAMATIC MUSIC]

[BEEPING]

Gentlemen, as agents of Project Chariot,

you have been called here today to be briefed

on some unexplainable events that have recently unfolded off

the shores of North Carolina.

Two days ago, an object fell from space and into the ocean.

Normally, this isn't an issue.

Fragments of rock fall from space every day

without incident.

This one is different.

A sharp spike in electrical phenomena

began immediately after touchdown.

And our tracking gave us intel that this asteroid had

a separate mass attached to it, most likely alien in nature.

At 1400 hours, an oil rig was attacked

by force or forces unknown.

There were no survivors.

And the rig was decimated.

We ruled out an explosion, as it appeared

to be crushed by something from the outside inward.

A body from the rig washed up on shore.

It was completely burnt, electrified, and contained

strange animal markings on it.

Also discovered was a slimy substance

often found in marine life.

So, gentlemen, we have a mystery on our hands.

Your mission is to find out just what the hell is going on

before we have a nationwide panic on our hands.

A room at the Imperial Seaside Resort has been arranged.

Pose as tourists, and relay all information back to me.

That is all.

And good luck.

[LIGHT DRAMATIC MUSIC]

What do you think, Pickford?

Meadows, doesn't matter what we think.

We have a job to do.

A few days at the beach doesn't sound too bad.

Don't forget our mission.

The brass must be concerned at the highest level,

or they wouldn't be sending us out

on something seemingly trivial as a fallen meteor.

Still, a few days at the beach.

Time's wasting.

Let's get a move on.

[WAVES CRASHING]

[LIGHT SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[PHONE RINGING]

Hello?

Yes, dear.

Yes, dear.

Yes, dear.

No, everything's fine.

I'm OK.

Yeah, it was on the news.

I saw it myself happen.

Meteor crashed right out of the sky into the water.

No.

Everything's OK, but--

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

Hello?

Are you there?

[RADIO STATIC]

Hello?

Hello?

Oh, piece of crap!

[ELECTRICITY ZAPPING]

[GROWLING]

[LIGHT SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

Rockford, don't do that.

You nearly gave me a heart attack.

Well, I'm sorry to scare you, Mr. March.

It's OK.

Just-- just don't do it again.

Did you happen to see that?

The lights from the ocean?

Yeah, I saw it.

No, that thing!

What thing?

You're drunk.

I am not drunk.

I am sober until next Tuesday.

[LIGHT DRAMATIC MUSIC]

Came from the ocean.

What did?

That thing!

You gotta be more descriptive than that.

What did it look like?

Oh, it had a big, big red eyes and testicles

as long as the battleship.

Now I know you're drunk.

Look, why don't you go get a cup of coffee,

sober up, and in the morning, all your monsters will be gone?

Oh, you don't have to believe me.

You'll find out.

Great.

I'll remember that when I'm wrapped up in its testicles,

screaming my last breath.

You do that.

You do that!

[LIGHT DRAMATIC MUSIC]

I know you're out there.

I can see you.

[WAVES CRASHING]

Really?

A flamethrower?

It gets cold at the beach this time of year.

How far away is this place?

About a 10-hour drive.

Is there a CD player on board?

No.

[ENGINE STARTS]

[LIGHT DRAMATIC MUSIC]

Well, hello, Mr. March.

How's the fishing?

We have the best on the coast.

Not too good, but thanks for asking.

You know, everything was going great

till that meteor crashed into the water.

Now I can't get a bite.

Oh, well, I'm sorry to hear that.

I'm sure things will pick back up.

You know, that meteor crash has a lot

of folks worried over nothing.

Oh, and another thing.

Yes?

That crazy drunk Rockford, who's

always wandering around here, I'd

keep an eye on him if I were you.

Hmm?

He's harmless enough.

Has he done something?

Not to me.

But he's spouting off stuff that could be

really bad for your business.

Such as?

He keeps saying there's a tentacled creature out

in the surf, and it's gonna come out and kill us all.

Oh.

Yes.

Well, that would be something that would stir our guests up.

If I see him, I'll deal with it.

If it were me, I'd call the cops and have him arrested.

He is a nuisance.

Well, thanks for letting me know.

OK, have a good evening.

You as well.

Ugh!

Damn it!

That's just what I needed.

[SIGHS]

Well, it looks clear now.

He'll show up sooner or later when he does.

[LIGHT SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

Pretty scenery.

Yes.

It appears that way.

PICKFORD (VOICEOVER): Project Chariot.

We've both been a part of it for 15 years.

Most assignees come and go, bored

with the unknown and often fruitless

efforts of our assignments.

Myself and Meadows, though, we've seen it all.

Those alien chestbursters in that film?

All true.

Saw it myself firsthand.

Roswell?

Totally true.

That alien is still alive and well.

I played cards with it few times when I

was assigned to watch over it.

That thing loves ice cream.

Pinches all the ladies' asses too.

I have an open mind about UFOs, Bigfoot, the Loch Ness Monster,

and ghosts.

This assignment we're on, I have a feeling--

a feeling this might be the big one.

We'll see.

Could turn out to be a lost school

of tuna at the end of the day.

I'm starving.

Can we get a bite to eat?

Sustenance is important.

You paying?

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

Manna from heaven!

[BIRD CHIRPING]

What is this stuff?

[GROWLING]

[GROWLING]

[ELECTRICITY ZAPS]

[GROWLING CONTINUES]

[ELECTRICITY ZAPPING]

[MUFFLED GROWLING]

[ROARING]

[LIGHT DRAMATIC MUSIC]

I gotta warn everybody.

I gotta tell everybody about the creature.

Wait a minute.

They're not gonna believe a drunk.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

Good evening.

Hey, would you mind doing me a favor?

Sure.

I'm gonna go out and do some night fishing,

and my phone is on the blink.

If my wife happens to call, could you just

give her a message and tell her I'll

give her a ring in the morning when I

get my phone straightened out?

Yeah.

If she rings, I'll do just that.

Thanks.

Hey, maybe I'll catch Rockford's sea monster,

and we'll all be famous.

At this point, it couldn't hurt business.

Good luck fishing.

Good night.

See ya.

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

[FOREBODING MUSIC]

Get out of my way, Rockford.

I'm gonna go night fishing.

No!

No!

I know you think I'm a crazy drunk.

But I saw it again--

the beast.

I don't think you're a crazy drunk.

I know you're a crazy drunk.

Now, scram!

You'll be sorry.

I already am.

The fishing here stinks, and so do your stories.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

He looked suspicious.

Noted.

The weapons?

Leave them for now.

We need some rest before we begin operations.

Remember, look as inconspicuous as possible.

I think we are well undercover.

[WHIMSICAL MUSIC]

Can I help you two gentlemen?

We have reservations.

OK.

Name, please?

Smith.

Jones.

OK.

[KEYBOARD CLACKING]

The computer actually confirms that-- a reservation for a Mr.

Smith and a Mr. Jones.

[SIGHS] You guys are feds, aren't you?

It's that obvious?

Painfully.

So much for being inconspicuous.

Well, it's no sweat off my back.

Even secret agents need to sleep.

We're not secret agents.

We work for Project Chariot.

We're here investigating strange phenomena.

We'll get straight to the point.

Have there been any strange phenomena going on here?

Well, sort of.

Please explain.

It's very important.

You guys don't waste any time, do you?

We would like to close this case fast

so we can enjoy free time on the beach.

That's not true.

We didn't even bring our suits.

I brought mine.

Information.

You asked me about information.

Yes.

[SIGHS] Well, I don't know.

Is there, like, reward money?

No.

Well, that sucks!

Do you know how hard it is to make a living these days?

The information, ma'am?

[SIGHS] Well, you probably know about the meteor crashing

and the strange lights over the shore.

And our town drunk says there's a sea monster.

The man that was running away from us in the parking lot?

Could be a good lead.

We'll get on it immediately.

CLERK: Uh, you forgot your key.

Great.

More weirdos!

[WAVES CRASHING]

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

[GROWLS]

[ELEVATOR BEEPS]

The strange lights and sea serpent

are interesting new bits of information.

Very interesting.

A town drunk may not be a solid foundation

of credible information.

True.

[ELEVATOR BEEPS]

[WAVES CRASHING]

[WHIMSICAL MUSIC]

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

Come on, fishies.

Tonight's my lucky night.

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

[MUFFLED GROWLING]

[WAVES CRASHING]

[ELECTRICITY ZAPS]

[GROWLING]

What the--

[ELECTRICITY ZAPS]

[SCREAMING]

[ELECTRICITY ZAPPING]

[MUFFLED GROWLING]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

Imperial Seaside Resort, front desk.

How can I help you?

Oh, hi, Mrs. March!

Yes!

Yes, he left a message at the front desk for you.

Everything's fine.

He said his phone wasn't working right.

And he just left here about an hour ago

to do some night fishing off of our pier.

Mm-hmm.

Yes.

Uh-huh.

He said he'd call you in the morning.

OK.

You're welcome.

Yeah.

Bye-bye.

On top of everything else, I'm everyone's secretary.

[LIGHT DRAMATIC MUSIC]

Well, good.

Everything looks like it's back to normal.

[ELECTRICITY ZAPPING]

[GROWLING]

[LIGHT DRAMATIC MUSIC]

[LIGHT UPBEAT MUSIC]

Ready?

Ready.

We'll do a sensor scan of the beach where the body was found,

then look for radioactive traces of space particles.

Sounds like a plan.

Happy monster hunting.

[SCOFFS]

[BEEPING]

[BEEPING]

[BEEPING]

[BEEPING]

[BEEPING]

[BEEPING]

[BEEPING]

[BEEPING]

Findings?

Tracing high levels of radioactivity.

Only that would be an outer space.

Could be from the meteor.

Yes, but not here on the sand.

I would suspect out in the sea, where the meteor fell.

My sonar scan detected something large, very large,

moving offshore to the south.

School of fish?

Unlikely.

This device is calibrated to sense the patterns of fish

and not register.

It was definitely something large and non-man-made.

[BEEPING]

MEADOWS: Getting a reading.

This way.

[SONAR CONTINUES BEEPING]

PICKFORD: This doesn't look like a worker from the rig.

Looks like a dead body.

Recent.

Within the last 24 hours.

We'd better have the beach closed.

Yes.

We don't want to take any chances.

[LIGHT UPBEAT MUSIC CONTINUES]

CLERK: No, Mrs. March.

I haven't seen your husband.

And we even went to his room to check.

I didn't notice if he came back early last night or not.

He also could have left early.

He could have gone to breakfast and passed by unnoticed.

No, his phone wasn't working, remember?

I'm sure everything is going to be--

[WHIMSICAL MUSIC]

In all probability, her husband is dead.

We found a male, mid-50s, appeared to be fishing, stone

cold, lying on the shore.

More bad news.

We're ordering the beach closed for everyone's safety.

[STUTTERS]

[SIGHS] Um, Mrs. March?

About your husband.

[LIGHT SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[ELECTRICITY ZAPPING]

CORONER: Well, gentlemen, this man clearly died

from electrical shock.

I'd say not very long ago.

So he's not in the same time frame as the rig disaster

victims?

CORONER: Goodness, no.

This man has barely been dead for 24 hours.

That occurred many days ago.

And I looked at all the bodies recovered so far.

Anything unusual about the bodies?

Well, yes.

Such as?

They've all been badly burned.

Terribly so.

Uncharacteristic of a simple fire,

they also had traces of a mucous-type substance

on them and in their lungs.

Interesting.

CORONER: Also, they all bear these same markings.

What could cause these markings?

If I'm not mistaken, those are tentacle marks

left by the death grip of an octopus.

If he was killed by an octopus, how did he get baked?

I don't know.

The two may be separate incidents,

meaning the man died by electrocution at sea

and fell in, then was grabbed by the octopus afterwards.

I find it highly unusual that two bodies

would have similar markings.

What are you getting at?

The man was killed by the octopus,

electrocuted, and then crushed.

Things are starting to make sense.

That's ridiculous.

There are no such species alive that

can emit an electrical shock, let alone one with enough force

to do this type of damage.

Maybe a very large octopus.

From outer space.

Outer space?

Have you two been out in the sun too long?

This is our job.

We know what we're talking about.

Thank you for your time.

CORONER: Cause of death-- electrocution

and severe abdominal crushing by an octopus from outer space.

[WAVES CRASHING]

[FOREBODING MUSIC]

I know you're out there!

You can't hide!

I saw you!

[MUFFLED GROWLING]

Show yourself!

Come on out!

[WATER SPLASHING]

[SCREAMING]

[CONTINUES SCREAMING]

[MUFFLED GROWLING]

Oh, there you are, you slimy bastard!

[SCREAMING]

[ELECTRICITY ZAPS]

[MUFFLED GROWLING]

[WATER SPLASHING]

[LIGHT SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[WHOOSHING]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

The facts.

All the bodies show signs of electrocution,

octopus secretion, and bodily crushing.

Clearly, the work of an enormous electrified cephalopod.

A what?

Octopus.

That's what I thought you said.

We both agree a giant octopus didn't fall from the sky?

Improbable.

But what is the meteor's connection?

Unless--

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Yes.

What am I thinking?

A life form was attached to the meteor that,

after crashing into the sea, absorbed the octopus, causing it

to grow large and electrified.

Shocktopus!

Let's go back to the beach to investigate further.

[LIGHT DRAMATIC MUSIC]

CLERK: Remember, the beach's closed!

Even the men in black!

[SONAR BEEPING]

[BEEPING]

[BEEPING]

[SONAR CONTINUES BEEPING]

[INTENSE BEEPING]

[GROWLING]

It appears we were right!

[GROWLING]

You are correct.

What do we do?

Run!

[ELECTRICITY ZAPPING]

[GROWLING]

We should inform our superiors.

This is one for the Project Chariot record books.

[LIGHT DRAMATIC MUSIC]

Code 86.

I repeat, code 86.

Yes, I'll hold.

Yes, sir.

Agent Meadows and Pickford report a positive on the ocean

anomaly.

An electrified space squid.

What do I suggest?

To avert a panic, we recommend a scuba team

go under and assault it with weapons from beneath the ocean's

surface.

Yes, sir.

Hey, hey, guys, guys!

Guys, guys!

What is going on here?

My guests demand to know.

I demand to know.

Everything is under control.

Nothing to see here.

CLERK: Wait.

[SCOFFS] Morons!

They're up to something.

[LIGHT DRAMATIC MUSIC]

[WAVES CRASHING]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

Commence Operation Shocktopus!

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

[GROWLING]

[MUFFLED GROWLING]

What are their chances of success?

We'll know in a few minutes.

[EERIE MUSIC]

[GROWLING]

[ELECTRICITY ZAPPING]

[SCREAMING]

[SCREAMING]

[ELECTRICITY ZAPPING]

[SCREAMING]

[ELECTRICITY ZAPS]

[SCREAMING]

The assault failed.

We need heavier reinforcements.

There's a Naval base nearby.

I would suggest carpet bombing the whole area

with massive explosives.

Yes.

Even an octopus from outer space couldn't withstand that.

Get me the US Navy.

Project Chariot, code red.

[HORN BLARES]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

[MISSILES WHOOSHING]

Let's take a closer look.

[LIGHT DRAMATIC MUSIC]

(DISTORTED VOICE) Do you know the power of the beach?

Step out of the way.

(DISTORTED VOICE) It came from the stars

and landed to the Earth.

Back down!

(DISTORTED VOICE) I can't let you destroy it.

[GROWLS]

[GUN FIRES]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

Let's report this thing.

One space octopus destroyed, an assistant right behind it.

[LIGHT DRAMATIC MUSIC]

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

[MUFFLED GROWLING]

[WHOOSHING]

[ELECTRICITY ZAPPING]

[LIGHT DRAMATIC MUSIC]

[ELECTRICITY ZAPPING]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

[KEYBOARD CLACKING]

[WHIMSICAL MUSIC]

You two finished sunbathing already?

The danger is over.

Everyone is safe now.

[SCOFFS] What are you talking about?

What danger?

You two skulk around here in top-secret mode all day long,

and you're just now telling me that there was a crisis

and that it's over?

Yes, that's exactly what we're saying.

Great, just great.

You mind filling me in?

MEADOWS: We just dispatched a killer octopus from outer space.

It was responsible for all the killings.

And the town drunk, he's dead.

Again.

[WHIMSICAL MUSIC CONTINUES]

[CHUCKLES] This is a joke, right?

Of course.

Just a joke.

Have a great evening.

We'll be checking out in the morning.

The sooner, the better.

An octopus from outer space.

[SCOFFS] Those dudes are whacked!

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

[KEYBOARD CLACKING]

[MUFFLED GROWLING]

Yes, sir.

The space anomaly has been terminated.

The danger is over.

And the world is safe once again.

Pickford and I will file a report.

Yes, sir, immediately.

Space octopus, case closed.

Thank you.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

Ah!

Well, here's Rockford now, alive and kicking.

I knew those feds were full of crap.

Hey, use the bathroom and get out of here.

And don't piss on the floor this time.

Ugh!

Stupid drunk.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES]

[GROWLING]

Meadows, you better come here for a minute.

[GROWLING]

[ELECTRICITY ZAPS]

Uh-oh!

[GROWLING]

[ELECTRICITY ZAPPING]

[SCREAMING]

Weapons!

[GROWLING]

Now what's going on?

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

What?

When--

[GROWLS]

(SCARED) What?

[GROWLING]

No!

[SCREAMING]

[ELECTRICITY ZAPS, GLASS SHATTERS]

[GROWLING]

[GUN FIRING]

Eat lead, space scum!

[GUN FIRING]

[MUFFLED GROWLING]

[GROWLING]

[ELECTRICITY ZAPPING]

[GUN FIRING]

[SHOCKTOPUS ROARING]

(DISTORTED VOICE) I will sacrifice them to you,

oh, great space amoeba.

[GUN FIRES]

He's still alive!

[SHOCKTOPUS ROARING]

I'll take him.

You get the space octopus.

[GUN FIRING]

[ELECTRICITY ZAPPING]

[ELECTRICITY ZAPPING]

[GUN FIRING]

[GROWLING]

Go there!

[SCREAMING, THUDS]

[MUFFLED GROWLING]

[GUN FIRING]

We need the flamethrowers.

It's in the car.

Then let's go get them.

[SCREECHING]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

[MUFFLED GROWLING]

You're all set.

Deep fry that thing!

[FLAME WHOOSHES]

[GROWLING]

I'm gonna drag this thing back to the ocean!

[GROWLING CONTINUES]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

[SHOCKTOPUS SCREAMING]

We did it.

For now.

[SIREN WAILING]

[MUFFLED GROWLING]

[LIGHT DRAMATIC MUSIC]

That space octopus might be down, but it's not out.

We have to deal with it here and now.

Fire is its weakness.

We'll need more than fire alone.

The bombs!

The bombs!

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

We are clear on the plan?

It comes ashore, we position ourselves in a pincer movement,

then use the flamethrowers to drive it towards the bombs.

Keep it from escaping into the ocean.

It shall be destroyed in no time.

[WATER SPLASHES]

[GROWLING]

[FLAME WHOOSHES]

[SHOCKTOPUS GROWLING]

All right, let's dance!

[FLAME WHOOSHES]

[ELECTRICITY ZAPPING]

[ETHEREAL MUSIC]

[MUFFLED GROWLING]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

[GROWLING]

[ELECTRICITY ZAPPING]

[SHOCKTOPUS GROWLING]

[THEME MUSIC]