Hurry, Max. Sharks, Sharks, Sharks is about to start.
So nice they named it thrice!
It's going to be epic!
Those cameras get so close, it's like the shark's right in your living room.
Honey, you coming down?
Mr. Inkwell needs me to go all the way across the island
to report some breaking news!
Sorry, I'll have to miss the show.
You go, honey.
Who knows, it could be a big story. Maybe your big break!
I'll be back late.
-But you enjoy the show, guys. -Good luck on the story!
-Sharks, here we...
-What was that?
Uh, I must've left some music on in my room.
Uh, I've been practicing my break-dancing.
Be right back!
Just like his old man.
Sharkdog! What are you doing?
No! My VR goggles!
Ooh! Ugh!
You've been chewing a lot lately.
Everything okay, buddy?
Max, teeth.
I'm really sorry, bud.
You'll feel better once they're all in.
But in the meantime, you gotta keep it down tonight.
Dad and I are watching Sharks, Sharks, Sharks.
Sharks, Sharks, Sharks?
Yep! It's our annual Fisher family tradition.
Sharkdog, family?
Sorry, buddy.
Dad would totally freak if he saw you!
We just can't risk it.
I'll be back after the show.
Ugh! My boss sent me to cover a rock shaped like a meatball?
This isn't news! What's next?
A worm that looks like spaghetti?
What I need is a real story.
Something big!
Yeah, right, Julie,
like a story's just gonna wash up at your feet...
Almost Shark o'clock, Max!
I'll get the ice cream. You set up the TV!
-On it!
Frozen Fish, fishsticks...
There you are, ice cream!
Yum!
And now, the moment you've all been waiting for
since Sharks and the popular sequel Sharks, Sharks.
That's right, it's time for Shark...
-Huh?
Oops.
No, no, no, Sharkdog! Not the TV!
-Huh? Did you say something, Max? -Uh, nope.
That's right, Sharks, Sharks, Sharks, here we come!
Flying fishsticks, Sharkdog!
How am I going to explain this?
We're doomed. Doomed!
Unless...
What? Where am I?
What's this?
These look like... Fishsticks?
Ah! Sink me!
I've got me a land-walker!
Sorry!
I saw something wash up on shore and I... I just had to--
Ah, you just had to stick your nostrils into someone else's crab shack, eh?
Julie Fisher here.
I'm a reporter with the Foggy Springs Gazette.
Do... do you mind cutting me loose?
Ha.
Captain Barbara S.S. Quigley.
Ex-Navy. Fry cook.
And the prettiest sailor this side of the ocean.
Anyway, sorry to bother you. There's clearly no story here.
Whoa, there's a story here, all right.
A story born from legend.
The legend of a ghost shark!
Did you say ghost shark?
Max!
Dad! Did you hear this year, Sharks, Sharks, Sharks
is in virtual reality?
Virtual reality? No way!
Whoa! Check out my hands.
They look just like my real hands.
Shh! The show's starting now.
Welcome back to Sharks, Sharks, Sharks!
Tonight, we're focusing on the most vicious,
most rare shark known to man...
the land shark.
Whoa!
It's like it's in the room with me!
I thought land sharks were the stuff of sea folklore.
And it's so cute!
No way is that a vicious monster.
It's terrifying!
Oh, this shark had legs!
I almost caught the sea monger last week.
And that's what the fishsticks are for.
Been hidin' these store-bought nuggets all over the shore to lure him back.
Why not just use fish?
Fishsticks?
Fishy but bread-y. Part land. Part sea.
Perfect for a beast that dines on land and sea.
I see. I think...
The minute I catch sight of a walking Ghost Shark in Foggy Springs,
the market sells out of fishsticks!
So that's the reason fishsticks have been selling out.
Hmm. And at the exact same time, Max suddenly can't get enough of it.
I bet this goes all the way up to Mayor Muckford!
Print that in your Foggy tabloid!
Well, what if I told you I might just believe your story?
Oh, yeah?
Do you mind if I ask you some more questions?
Something about this feels too close to home.
Now, we'll be going deep, deep, deep down!
You'll be lowered in a cage 37 meters under the surface
to swim with the sharks!
I'm gonna need an oxygen tank for that.
Now watch as the hungry land shark undertakes...
a chilling feeding frenzy!
Ah!
Doing great, buddy!
He's totally buying it!
Mia. Hug. Fishy!
-Oh! Is that Mia?
Uh, of course not!
This is the land shark's only predator,
the giant carnivorous goldfish?
-Fishy!
Wow! Whoa!
-Uh... grand finale!
Whoa!
Fishy!
Well, these VR goggles are next level!
Phew!
Guess I made kind of a mess.
I gotta agree with Dad.
Best Sharks, Sharks, Sharks episode ever!
And it looks like you found a solution for your teething, huh?
I couldn't have done it without you, buddy.
Now, Sharkdog family?
Sure, buddy. Good night!
Looks normal.
But something's fishy in here.
Ah! Hmm...
Fishsticks?
Oh, Max! Swing on down here a sec, will you?
Be right down, Dad!
Here I am!
Definitely nothing weird going on upstairs.
Okay, so what was all that noise?
Uh, just my fighting robot!
Max, your father and I think
you've been spending entirely too much time in your room alone.
That's right! And it's high time this family had an evening out.
Arachnid Alien Attack 7 means Fisher family movie night!
And your dad promised not to freak out and throw all the popcorn at the screen
like in Arachnid Alien Attack 6.
And 5 and 4.
What do you say, Max?
Me? I'd really rather stay at home,
you know me, simple kid, don't need exciting stuff--
Ah, this'll be fun for the whole family!
I won't take no for an answer.
How about "Please, no"?
-Nothing but "yes". -Okay, fine! I'll go!
There goes my fighting robot!
Don't come up!
Sweetie, don't you think Max is acting a little bit funny lately?
Relax, hon! When I was his age, I used to collect my ear wax.
-Ahh, good times.
Got some news, buddy.
We're heading out for a family movie night.
Sharkdog loves movies!
I meant, I'm going with my family.
I'm really sorry, Sharkdog.
I'm gonna have to leave you at home tonight.
No. Nope. Nope.
Nope. Nope. Nope.
Nope. Nope!
-No leave!
Not gonna work either.
-Come on now.
I get it's your first time home alone.
But hey, you've got a very important job.
You're gonna stay here and guard the house.
Okay?
Okay. Sharkdog guard house!
Great! And you know what good Sharkdogs get?
Movie candy!
Candy! Candy! Candy!
That's right.
Be back after the movie.
See you in a bit, bud!
Huh?
Sharkdog alone?
Sharkdog alone!
Aha!
Ha!
Oh!
Sharkdog pretty!
Fetch.
Huh?
Hmm. The Fishers just went out but somebody's definitely in there.
Better get cleaned up and go have a look-see.
Turn around.
Hello there!
-Uh, anybody home?
Hello! Anyone home?
Oh! Oh, my stars, what messy eaters!
-Uh, I don't mean to barge in, but...
Huh?
Sharkdog guard house.
What was that?
A raccoon must've gotten in here.
Come on out, little critter, nobody's gonna hurt you.
Incoming!
Whatever's up there is no ordinary raccoon.
Hi, little raccoon.
Come on out for Mr. Heubel.
-Ah, gotcha!
Don't be scared, little guy.
Huh?
Huh? Ah!
Big raccoon!
Guard house!
No get past Sharkdog!
Great idea, hon!
That was way better than Arachnid Alien Attack 6.
And you only threw half our popcorn this time.
Yeah, they just keep getting better.
I love when the aliens totally trashed the town!
You have got something very, very weird going on!
Mr. Heubel! What happened?
I saw something in the window, and I popped in to check,
and this thing attacked me!
Oh, you've got one doozy of a raccoon problem,
unless you have a pet I don't know about?
A pet? Of course, we don't have a pet,
that would be crazy, right?
I'm sure it's not that bad. How much damage could a little raccoon...
-My globe! -My chair!
See?
It was a raccoon all right.
And a big fella. A super-raccoon!
No. No, no, no, no. This was no raccoon.
I know what this is.
Uh, you do?
Yes! Damage like this?
-Uh... -There's only one thing this could be...
Aliens! It has to be aliens!
Back to Foggy Springs!
There were never aliens in Foggy Springs.
That's what they want you to think.
I'll get the raccoon traps.
Thanks for looking after the house, Mr. Heubel.
You know what? I'll check upstairs.
Thanks for dinner. Bye!
Sharkdog?
Hello?
Max bring movie candy?
Sharkdog guard house!
Looks like you did, buddy.
-Huh?
Best dog, best buds, best beach,
nothing could ruin this day. Hey!
Aw, Fisher, I am so sorry! Not!
Smoocher, you missed a spot.
-That's it!
-Sand fight! -Easy, Ollie.
Dennis isn't worth getting sandy for.
He is just jealous of us.
If anyone is jealous, it's you. Of me!
Because my Smoochy Woochy just won the town's Dog of the Year Competition.
I don't remember that competition.
That's because no one else entered their dog.
Who could think their dog could beat mine?
As if!
-My dog is way better! -Max, back it up, man.
I didn't even know you had a dog.
Great! Let's have a competition!
Your mutt versus mine.
On this beach. One hour.
You're on!
Loser has to follow around the winner's dog for a week
and pick up the poop.
Do we have a deal, fish face?
-Deal!
Dude, what were you thinking?
Ha. I don't know!
I couldn't let him just say those things about Sharkdog.
-He's the greatest pup in the whole world! -Max!
We have one hour to make Sharkdog over into the perfect dog.
Royce?
Says here a dog competition has three parts.
Appearance, skills, and manners.
We have some work to do.
Stay. Stay.
Stay.
Sharkdog, you're gonna jump through this hoop.
Huh?
Ow.
-Yeah! -It's actually perfect.
Itchy.
-It's itchy.
Sharkdog, stop! I'm gonna lose!
Can't you just stop being you?
Come on, Sharkdog.
You only have to wear it till we beat Dennis
and show him I have the better dog.
How much more time do we have till the competition?
Exactly 22 seconds.
What?
Wow, Fisher. Is that thing your dog?
You bet it is.
Ha! Then let me introduce Delilah Dourbouche,
our judge.
She's a student from the Royal British Canine society.
Did I mention she's my cousin?
What? That's not fair! You guys are trying to cheat!
Uh! I beg your pardon.
Delilah Dourbouche does not cheat.
Uh, wait, you don't?
Not even for family?
Not ever.
Now, do hurry up.
Ugh, fine.
First, presentation.
-Impressive.
Next.
Good gracious! I've never seen the like.
A coat this clean on a dog?
It's as fresh as if it's the first day he's worn it.
Excellent grooming indeed!
-Next up is skill.
Ah! A virtuoso!
Smoocher plays better than many humans. What a gift!
-You got this, right, buddy?
That was totally awesome!!
I mean, bravo.
Yeah, well, there's still the manners competition.
Of course.
It's the big one. Buddy, sit,
stay.
I can't look.
Stay.
Uh...
Yes!
Most impressive.
Ugh, I can't believe I'm losing to that walking rug!
Smoochers, we need to do something.
Why? Fishsticks! He's lost his mind!
No, buddy! No!
Smoochers! She can't swim!
Huh?
Smoochers!
You... You...
saved my dog.
I never say this, but thanks.
-Max, your dog is-- -Beastly!
Absolutely beastly!
I've never seen such a feral monstrosity.
That thing you call a dog is nothing but a wild animal!
You know what? You're right.
He is wild and dirty,
with no manners at all.
But sometimes, so am I.
And no matter what I do, he's there for me.
Even when I act like a jerk.
That's what having a dog is really about.
Not awards.
But having the bestest best friend in the whole world.
Nice speech. But wrong!
It is about awards.
Smoocher wins.
Yes! I knew I'd win!
-No way! -He's a cheater!
No, I'm a winner!
And you, Fisher, are now a human pooper scooper!
A deal's a deal.
Smell you later, losers.
Let's go put sand crabs in his bed to teach him a lesson!
Or write a strongly worded letter to the Royal British Canine society.
Forget it, guys.
Let him have his prize.
I already have everything else.
The best friends any one could ask for, and the very best pet.
Now come on, buddy, let's get you outta that thing.
Sharkdog good dog!