-Hey, Max.
You've been up in this room all morning!
Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad.
Wanna come on down to the beach with us?
Yeah! We'll do a little fishing, a little swimming, and lots of singing!
Oh, a ukulele concert is always tempting, but…
my shark, I mean, my schedule is packed tonight.
Anyway, wow, was that the time? See you later!
Okay. Be back at dinner time.
We have any luck, we'll be grillin' up the catch of the day!
If I have any luck, we'll be ordering pizza.
You know how I feel about fish.
Mm, fish!
-Whoa! -What was that, honey?
-Fish? -Uh, nothing.
I was just saying how much I love fish!
Have a blast at the beach. Bye!
-Uh, okay. Bye. -Shh!
Whoo! Keeping you hidden is way harder than I thought it'd be.
-Huh?
Sharkdog!
-Whoa!
I think it's time I call for a little backup!
-But who?
That's it, Sharkdog! Ollie and Royce!
My best friends always have my back.
Best friends?
Come in, Rogue Ranger and Big Brain! It's me, Thunder Wave.
Rogue Ranger here. Big Brain, you copy?
Copy that, present and accounted for!
State your objective, Thunder Wave.
I need you to come over STAT.
I got something to show you.
Affirmative, but if you're gonna show us your booger collection again,
count me out.
Trust me, this is way cooler than boogers!
So, I found him in the lagoon and now I need your help hiding him.
Isn't he awesome?
It's a monster!
The cutest thing I've ever seen!
What is it?
His name is Sharkdog.
And, Royce, he's absolutely harmless.
Wah!
Okay, mostly harmless.
Listen, if you want my advice,
you better turn him in and give yourself up.
This thing probably belongs to the government, and…
and it's eating my sneaker.
Oh, don't be a worrywart, Royce!
Just look at this sweet little face!
Max, your mom's a reporter, right?
She should call the Foggy Springs News Channel.
We'll tell everyone. We'll go big worldwide!
Isn't that right, puppy-wuppy sharky-wark?
-Puppy, puppy, puppy! -Okay, guys, hold up.
I don't care about fame and fortune.
And Sharkdog wasn't made in some evil lab.
He's my pet.
So, all I wanna know is how do I keep him a secret?
Forget it. You can't keep something like this a secret.
It's not like your room is a parent-proof shark fortress or anything.
Royce, you genius,
we don't call you Big Brain for nothing!
That's exactly what I need.
A parent-proof shark fortress!
And all I'm asking is, are you with me?
Gotta admit, a shark fortress sounds pretty rad!
Royce, you in?
There is zero chance of me… Uh, count me in!
Okay, we're officially the Sharkpack!
Go, Sharkpack!
-Yeah.
Ah!
Whoa!
Ah! It's so hot!
Can we please take a break, Max?
A break? Are you kidding?
If mom and dad come back and catch us,
they'll take Sharkdog away from me!
Well, maybe they should!
I still think he's dangerous.
Ugh, Royce, let it go.
Let it go?
Roger that.
Ugh! I didn't mean let go of the bucket!
Oh, that's it.
-I quit! -Oh, yeah? Well, I quit too!
Oh, man, this can't get any worse.
-Hello, Max! We're back.
And look what your old man caught!
Oh, yeah, that's right, fish!
Fish!
Yup, it just got worse.
-Huh? -Fish! Fish, fish, fish!
-Hi, kids.
How's your afternoon?
-Awful. -Fine.
Awfully fine that is!
All right.
Let's grill up some fish!
Yeah, some stinky, stinky fish.
-Guys, I need your help.
You're my best friends, and I never wanna lose you.
But Sharkdog's my friend too, and I just can't lose him, either.
So, please?
-I got your back. Always. -Me too.
Never let you down.
You guys are the best!
Sharkdog?
So, good catch today, huh?
Good? It was amazing!
Huh? Hey, where's the fish?
Here, Sharkdog.
Wait. Where's the net?
Uh, I think the neighbor's cat took it over there.
-Naughty Mr. Sniffles.
Give back our fish!
Whoa!
Max, look after Mia.
Sharkpack, go!
Fish, fish, fish!
Rats. Our catch-of-the-day has been cat burgled.
Fishy!
No fishy, sweetie!
Tonight, we're ordering pizza!
-Man, what a day.
-Oh, Max!
-Oh, no! Mom! -We got this.
Huh?
-Huh.
-Who's hungry for more pizza? -I am!
-Thanks, Mrs. Fisher.
Sharky fishsticks, that was awesome!
You know, I just might be warming up to him.
Eew, except for the fish breath!
Uh, go, Sharkpack?
Go, Sharkpack!
The award for Foggy Springs' Garden of the Year goes to…
Mr. Fisher!
-Dad! Dad! Dad! -Dad. Dad.
Dad? Dad!
Oh!
Hey, Max! What's up?
Mom wants to know if you want the sandwiches for your Garden Club
cut into squares or triangles.
Squares. No, triangles.
No, squares!
I can't decide! It's too much pressure!
Don't worry, Dad,
your garden's gonna blow their minds.
Really? So you think I could win Foggy Springs' Garden of the Year?
Oh, definitely not.
But only 'cause they give the trophy to Mayor Mucksford every year.
Oh, are we talking about my mom's nine-year winning streak?
She has so many trophies, I use one as a cereal bowl.
-Hey, Dennis. -Hey, Dennis.
And if this garden is her biggest competition,
looks like Smoocher is getting a new doggy food bowl!
Isn't that right, Smooches?
Smell ya later, losers!
You've gotta destroy Dennis.
Uh, I mean, your garden's gotta win.
-I want it so bad!
Ooh!
Ack!
That darn mole keeps digging up my flowers.
I gotta find a way to protect my petunias.
Poor Dad.
It's gonna be a long night of ugly crying
if… or when he loses again.
-Whoa, Sharkdog!
You're not supposed to be out of my room!
Weird smell.
Oh, it's that mole!
Watch out for the…
-…pots.
Huh? Ha!
Gotcha!
Whoo-hoo!
-Nice, Sharkdog!
Huh?
How did he… There!
No, over there!
-Gone again.
Hold on, buddy, we're wrecking Dad's garden!
-Uh-oh.
No!
It's not what it looks like!
Okay.
It's exactly what it looks like.
We were at the beach when we heard the sounds of unfathomable heartbreak.
-What's going on? -Dada, sa!
Just a major mole invasion.
Definitely not my fault at all.
Ugh, I'll never win the trophy now!
Oh, honey, we still can make the best of things.
You know what we should do?
Sit in the bathtub and sob uncontrollably?
No. Okay, maybe for a few minutes.
But then we should go get some donuts
and throw a nice party for your garden club.
We can still be "good sports of the year."
-What do you say? -Hooray.
-There you go.
Max, why don't you stay and try to fix things up a little?
Ready to go?
Sharkdog sorry.
Aw, it's not really your fault, buddy.
-Whoa! Okay, it's a little bit your fault.
But poor Dad!
What are we gonna do?
Sharkpack fix?
Good idea, Sharkdog!
Time to call reinforcements.
It's not that bad.
-If you squint. -Just give it to me straight.
Is it totally hopeless?
-No! -Yes.
I heard Olivia first, so we're going with that.
Okay! All we gotta do is fix the bench,
trim the hedges, mow the grass,
replant flowers, hang lights, sweep the--
Wait, but won't the garden club be here, like, any second?
Right, we gotta move! It's go time.
Roll, Sharkpack!
Check.
Ah! Ow! Ow!
Huh?
Sharkdog!
I know you wanna help, buddy,
but you know what they say about sharks and gardening…
They don't say anything.
Probably because sharks can't garden.
-Why don't you wait over there?
We did it.
It looks so much better!
-It's just one little mole.
Holey Moley.
Literally.
He brought friends!
Leave 'em alone, Sharkdog, we can't…
Not the petunias!
Sweet!
-He hit a water pipe!
Buddy, whatever you do, don't bite down…
Fishsticks!
They destroyed everything!
Maybe the garden club won't notice?
We're doomed!
Dad's work is ruined, and it's all my fault.
I never should've brought Sharkdog to help.
It's hopeless.
Wait a second.
Maybe there is something Sharkdog can do to help!
-Ah, the Fisher house,
last stop of our competition!
Before I accept my trophy,
why don't you show us your little garden?
Uh…
fine.
Right this way.
-Help.
-Here they come! -We can't let them see Sharkdog!
Wa-wa!
Hey, wa-wa!
Whoa!
A garden fountain!
With dancing waters?
And acrobatic moles?
It's… It's incredible!
Impressive, Max!
I should have you redecorate the bathroom next.
Come here, little buddy.
-You did all this for me? -We sure did, Dad.
As garden club president, it is my honor to declare that our winner is…
-It's mine!
Dad!
And Max!
I couldn't have done it without my kid and his friends!
-Yeah!
Huh. My mom's roses were better.
Mommy!
Yeah!
Whoo-hoo!
I want fishsticks, please!
Here you go, son.
Well, you'll have to eat something else for lunch.
That's all we have.
I bought the very last box at the store.
What? No! What am I gonna feed Sharkdog…
er, myself?
You know I really love fishsticks!
I really hate fishsticks!
Here you go, Sharkdog.
Fish, fish, fish, fishsticks!
But, man, keeping you fed is kinda tough!
Especially now that we've run out of fishsticks.
No fishsticks?
Don't worry, buddy, I won't let you go hungry.
We're going fishing!
Oh! Now who's a good pupper?
You're a good pupper!
Okay, buddy, just zip out, nab some fish and come right back.
And whatever you do, stay away from swimmers and fishing boats.
-Got it? -Yup, yup, yup!
I don't know, Max.
Just letting him loose here seems like a bad plan.
Royce, Royce, Royce, it's a perfect plan!
Secluded beach, perfect day, what could go wrong?
Sharkdog?
Where did he go?
By Neptune's loaded diaper, there'll be fish on me table tonight!
To shore!
Captain Quigley's got Sharkdog!
-Chill, Maxidude.
I got a plan!
We need a yacht, fishing rod, and a manatee with lasers on his head.
-Oh, Ollie! No time! -Yeah, you're right.
Where are we gonna get a fishing rod in such short notice?
Um, guys, the Fish Shack is right over there.
All we gotta do is sneak in and grab Sharkdog before Quigley sees him.
Good thinkin', Royce.
This is Code Red for Operation S.O.S.: "Save Our Sharkdog!" Let's…
…go Sharkpack!
There goes Sharkdog.
But where does that chute go?
Easy, that leads right into the deep freeze room,
where the fish gets stored for freshness.
What, doesn't everybody follow FrozenFishFactoryFacts.com?
Focus! We gotta divide and conquer.
Ollie, can you pick this lock?
Royce, you and I will go in and find him.
Ollie, you do whatever you can to distract Captain Barb.
Me? How am I supposed to do that?
Easy! Everyone in Foggy Springs knows she'll go on for hours
if you ask her about her…
…fish stories?
Why, ye've come to the right place, landlubber!
I got millions of 'em!
You'll be old and crusty like me
by the time I'm done tellin' 'em all to ye.
Oh, great!
I mean, lay 'em on me! And tell 'em slow.
Sharkdog? Where are you, buddy?
Why isn't he answering?
I told you, it's the freezer room.
And judging from these frozen fish,
I bet Sharkdog's turned into a Sharkcicle by now!
There's gotta be a thousand ice blocks in here,
and Sharkdog could be in any one of them.
Here, grab an icepick.
We gotta find him and bust him loose fast!
…and that's when I first spied him through me spyglass,
the merman who loved shrimp parmigiana!
Not sure I was listening, Captain Barb.
Was that in The Tropic of Capricorn or the Tropic of Cancer?
Argh, I told ye thrice already,
it was the tropic of Capricorn.
Listen up, swabee!
-And lay off me fishing net! -Aye, Captain!
Where was I?
What's taking those guys so long?
This could take hours.
I got a bright idea, literally!
This'll help us find him!
-See, when light shines through-- -Great! Less science, more Sharkdog!
Let's get some more light in here.
Mm…
Look! I found him!
Uh, better look again.
Captain barb is…
a shark hunter?
Argh, what I love best is hunting sharks!
No shark can get by me prize harpoon, Pretty Penelope.
Shark hunting, you say?
You, uh, hunt 'em often?
All the time!
Small ones, big ones, jumbo sized.
The only one that strikes terror in me heart
is the Ghost Shark.
And when I find him…
Okay, this is bad. Very bad.
Max, you found the heating duct!
We can melt him out.
-Sharkdog! -Max…
Sharkdog cold.
No, no, no, Sharkdog!
-Be quiet!
A noise from me freezer room?
Someone's in there!
Oh, look, your boat's drifting away!
You sneaky little wharf rat.
Guys, she's on to us!
Everybody, hide!
Here to steal me fish, are ye?
Show yerselves, ye crafty sea devils!
Whoa!
-Scared. -Steady, buddy.
She's gonna have to go through me first!
That's it!
Sharkdog, you gotta swim off and save yourself.
Max?
It's our only hope.
-It's okay, buddy. Go on.
What have we here?
Intruders? Be ye fish thieves, eh?
I can explain.
Why, I should call the Mayor on ye!
Ye shall pay!
Shiver me timbers,
the ghost shark!
Whoa, whoa!
Sharkdog, you saved us! Guys, run!
Ay, Ghost Shark!
Ye haunt me but I'll haunt you!
Ghost shark!
At least someone got some dinner.
Oh, but I don't think we'll ever get the smell of fish off us.
Kinda funny, huh?
All this time I was trying to take care of you,
but you're pretty darn good at taking care us!
Tonight, let's both eat something other than fishsticks.