Bug spray, lantern and nature-safe face paint.
I just wish I could take you guys camping with me too!
-Can you feel the excitement? -Nope.
-Mm. Aw, Sharkdog, it's just for a week.
Royce and Ollie are gonna take good care of you while I'm gone.
Seven whole days with this little guy, what could go wrong?
Glad you asked, I've made a list.
He can get loose, he could eat us, he could get sick!
Well, then I'd have to call off my trip.
But relax, Royce, no one's getting eaten,
and Sharkdog never gets sick.
Sick?
Okay, car is packed and we leave in the morning.
-Whoa! What's wrong, buddy?
Sharkdog sick!
Sick? Oh, no! Not now, little bud!
You know I got my camping trip tomorrow.
Mayday, mayday!
Sharkdog's come down with a cold or something!
A cold? Are you sure?
He was totally fine half an hour ago.
Just call the vet. She cured my porcupine's heart condition.
Wait, you have a porcupine?
Guys, focus!
I can't take him to the vet. But, ugh, I gotta get him better fast!
Sharkdog cold!
Well, sharks gotta eat constantly. Maybe he's just hungry?
Worth a try! Sharklord out.
Hang tight, bud.
I'll be right back with a nice yummy snack.
Hmm.
Ah!
Comin' up, Dad's chunkiest, stinkiest, fishiest stew.
Sharkdog hot.
Whoa, little dude!
You're burning up.
Uh-huh.
Feed me?
Max to Sharkpack. You copy?
Max, what's up?
Uh, Sharkdog's getting worse!
Got any other ideas?
Hm, catching some serious Zs always works for me.
I concur. 78 hours should do the trick.
Good night.
-Uh, I mean, over. -Hope you're right.
If not, I can't go anywhere.
Sharklord out.
-Ew!
Let's get you to sleep and you'll be all better by morning.
Uh, Sharkdog not sleepy. Ah!
Bedtime story?
Ugh, all right.
How about this?
No.
-This? -Uh-uh.
-This? -No.
-This one? This one? -New book?
-Please! -Ugh.
Okay, fine, be right back. Ugh!
You are one terrible patient.
Ha!
Hey, bud, I got your…
…book.
Ah!
Mm…
Huh?
Where's all the ice?
Brr!
I'm beat, Sharkdog.
What am I gonna do with you?
Whatever I do, you're just getting worse and worse.
-How am I ever gonna leave in the morning? -Sharkdog sick. Max no leave!
Well, if I don't go, what am I gonna tell Mom and Dad?
Ollie and Royce will just have to take care of you somehow.
Max? Max!
Hm?
Ooh!
Wasn't asleep!
-Feeling better, buddy?
So thirsty!
Holy fishsticks!
You look awful.
Sharkpack, do you read?
He's much worse!
Like, green worse!
What do I do?
What? That's physically, logically and scientifically impossible.
Maybe he's faking it?
No way. I know him.
Sharkdog would never fake something this serious!
-Meet me in the backyard. -On my way!
Sharkdog needs me!
Sharkdog needs water.
Aw! My poor little buddy.
I gotta get you some serious hydration, stat.
Be right back.
You guys made it!
Ugh. I'm freaking out!
Huh?
If he doesn't get better, there's no way I can go on this trip.
But what am I gonna tell Mom and Dad?
Huh?
What is that?
My nature-safe face paint?
What's that doing out here?
Wait a minute.
Don't tell me…
-Still sick. -Aw, poor guy.
Maybe you'd feel better if you… stopped faking sick all night?
It all makes sense now.
Mom's heated sleeping bag,
Mia's baby powder to make you sneeze,
-and my face paint to make you green! -Oh, I knew it!
You are so busted!
Sharkdog?
I can't believe it.
I thought you were really sick.
Why would you play a trick like this on your best friend?
Sharkdog sorry.
-Don't want Max to go.
-I gotta leave you.
But that doesn't mean I don't love you,
I do a whole lot!
Sharkdog sad.
Will miss Max.
Hey, what if there was some way he didn't have to miss you?
At least not quite so much.
But I can't take him with me to the campground.
Hmm, or maybe you can, in a way.
Max! Max! Max!
-There he is. Having fun camping, guys? -Yeah, we are.
We got the tent, the sleeping bags, and we even got fish tacos!
It's like we're right there with you, except it's warmer, safer,
and way cleaner than actually being in the woods.
-Are you all right there, Royce?
You look a little green.
Let's keep trying, guys.
If we can get Sharkdog to camouflage on cue,
think of how easy it'll be to hide him from Mom and Dad.
-Seriously!
Ultimate game changer.
Okay, Sharkdog.
Ready, set, camouflage,
camouflage, camouflage, camouflage!
Sharkdog tried. Fish stick?
That's 15 tries, Max.
He just can't do it again.
Yes, he can. We just gotta figure out what triggers him.
Come on, we've got time.
Dad's working late and Mom's filming an interview,
so the coast is clear.
Plus, looks like we're gonna be stuck inside.
This storm is gonna be a beast.
And I am here for it!
We'll try again.
What do you say, bud?
-Whoa, Sharkdog? -Sharkdog?
Ugh, bad enough I can't get to the news station with this weather,
but now, the storm's hitting just before I go live.
Practice slate.
Take one.
Howdy, y'all! Julie here.
-Ugh, no.
Oh. Mr. Huebel's poor dog must be afraid of the storm.
Wait.
Mr. Huebel doesn't have a dog.
Whoa, you did it, Sharkdog!
But you gotta keep quiet.
Mom will hear you.
Maximus Alexander Fisher! What is going on in there?
Oh, no, full name! I'm in trouble. BRB!
-Yes? -Max, were you… barking?
Um, yes? I mean, no!
It's my new video game.
Attack of the Werewolf.
Lotsa fun.
Well, please, keep it down.
I don't want to end up as one of those "viral news fails".
Yup! You got it, Mom.
Good luck with your interview!
-Huh?
Sharkdog!
Huh? What was that?
Those werewolf zombies.
What can you do, right?
-That was a close one.
Are you afraid of the thunder, bud?
-Bud?
Uh-oh.
And now live with a haunting local story
is tonight's special guest reporter, Julie Fisher!
-Everything okay there, Julie? -Oh, mm-hm,
sure, that's just probably just the storm.
Thanks for having me on, Tom.
Where'd he go?
Let's spread out and find him, guys.
-Whoa!
Huh?
-Oh!
Whoa!
Max, make noise stop.
Huh! Thunder must be his trigger.
Here, this should help keep him calm. At least for a while.
So he really can't hear anything, huh?
Nope, check this out.
Hey, Sharkdog, care for some fish sticks?
-Ollie! -What?
Ah, looks like you're feeling better already, bud.
-Whoa!
Sharkdog?
Intriguing. How is he still camouflaging?
Doesn't matter, we gotta stop him before he busts in on Mom!
Come on!
-No, no, no! Mom's room!
So, my story about a ghost shark went viral,
thanks to my interview with Captain Barb Quigley.
-What a character!
So I grew up in Foggy Springs,
and I always wished something big like this would wash ashore.
-Bottom line is… -Flying fishsticks!
What do we do?
Sharkdog definitely isn't ready for primetime!
Commence Operation Extract Sharkdog.
Follow me. And stay low.
I know it's hard to believe.
A ghost shark? Here?
But there've been a lot of odd sightings lately.
Yes, let's talk about those sightings down at the docks.
What are you doing here?
Uh, moral support?
Uh, still with us, Julie?
Oh, perfect! Just perfect!
So, uh, Captain Quigley says that she saw the ghost shark first
down at the docks.
Max! Psst! Come here.
Kinda busy right now.
My hypothesis was wrong.
Sharkdog can't hear the thunder.
So it must be the lightning that's making him glitch.
Mmm.
Sharkdog?
No! We're doomed!
Sharkdog's about to be in Mom's shot on live TV!
So, if Quigley's sighting is to be trusted,
Foggy Springs is about to have
a very serious scientific discovery on its hands.
If you hit him with one big, bright light,
you might finally get him to camouflage on cue!
Where am I gonna get a big, bright light?
-Max?
And I personally…
Max, what are you doing?
Uh, fixing your light, Mom!
Ah, my eyes!
Uh, that certainly was dramatic, Julie!
Um, any last words you'd like to leave us with tonight?
Yes.
Something is out there. And we're going to find it.
Whatever you are, Foggy Springs is onto you.
-Thank you, and good night!
Max!
What do you have to say for yourself?
Uh… great interview? We were with you all the way!
Uh, I know.
-I'm so sorry, I…
It's my boss, Mr. Inkwell.
Someone recorded the newscast and put me on the internet!
He wants me to do more interviews tomorrow!
I'm a… I'm a GIF! A GIF!
What?
I guess this was your big break!
Oh! I don't know what just happened but, wow!
I have to call your Dad. Honey!
-I'm trending!
No, I checked. It's a good thing!
Phew!
That was close.
Too close!
But it looks like we finally figured out how to make Sharkdog camouflage on cue!
Storm over?
Not quite. But try this for now.
Sharkdog was scared.
I know, buddy,
but I'll protect you no matter what.
Forever and always.
-Forever and always.
Max, your mom's interview is going viral!
-It's an internet sensation! -Ah! My eyes!
-Check this out.
Do me eyes deceive me?
Aye, something is out there!
And it's closer than ye think!
Easy now, and…
Ah-ha!
Honey, Max!
You won't believe what I just built!
The Leaning Tower of fish sticks.
It's fish-tastic!
Now I'm gonna whip up a gallon
of my homemade wasabi-tartar sauce right now!
Fish sticks!
Can't wait to eat the tartar sauce.
Yay!
My Leaning Tower of fish sticks!
Uh, sorry, Dad. I was really… hungry?
My Dad is so mad.
He spent hours building that six-foot fish stack,
-and you ate the whole thing! -Sharkdog sorry.
Ugh, that's it!
We've gotta switch up your diet.
Mom and Dad are getting real suspicious of me wanting fish all the time.
Aw, come on, bud.
There's lots of other stuff that tastes way better.
Rogue Ranger, Big Brain?
-Copy! -'Sup?
-Ooh! -Sharkpack, I need your help.
It's time for a shark-food taste test.
That's a no to pickles, no to chorizo, no to mac and cheese,
and a no to the meatball sub!
Not fish sticks!
I propose we take a different approach to food.
I made this with my molecular gastronomy kit!
-Huh? -Your what?
Molecular gastronomy.
It's like cooking with chemistry.
This tiny cube tastes just like a rotisserie chicken.
It'll be irresistible!
-Ah! -Not fish sticks.
Wow. Considering sharks will eat pretty much anything,
-he's really picky!
Don't give up! We have one last dish to try.
Brussels sprouts!
Ew!
No one likes brussels sprouts.
I guess this taste test is as good as over.
Ooh!
He likes them?
Like them? I think this is love!
More, more, more, more, more!
Bam, he loves it! Where'd you get them?
From the mega planet of Brussels-Tron!
Just kidding.
Got them from Mr. Heubel down at the farmers market.
He's a real sprout-head nowadays.
Oh, that must be why his garden's so stinky.
Mmm, sprouts, sprouts, sprouts!
-Sprouts, sprouts, sprouts! -Guys, we did it!
And brussels sprouts are so cheap, we can buy a ton with our money, right?
-Our money? -Our money?
-Oh, fine! -Fine!
My problems are solved!
Goodbye, fish sticks. Hello, brussels sprouts!
Oops!
That's the last of them, Sharkdog.
Oh!
Don't worry, bud.
I'll head to Mr. Heubel's stall to get more sprouts first thing in the morning!
-Good night! -Night, Max!
Ah!
Sprouts! Sprouts!
Yeah!
Huh?
Sprouts!
Sprouts, sprouts, sprouts!
Sprouts!
Sprouts.
Yeah!
Yum!
Intruder alert!
-Intruder alert! Intruder alert! -Intruder alert?
My beautiful itty-bitty brussels? It must be that blasted raccoon again!
Hey, raccoon!
Who's got two thumbs and is coming for you?
This guy!
Where are you?
Oh, there you are, you little…
-Gotcha! Over here.
No, over here! No, no!
I can hear you, raccoon!
A-ha!
Dang! My beautiful, big brussels!
Oh, I've had it, raccoon!
This is your sprout-pocalypse.
A-ha!
No!
What was that?
Gotcha!
Uh-oh!
End of the line, raccoon.
Yeah! The… What?
Wha-- What…
Where'd you go?
-Time to go.
-Mommy?
Ha!
Uh-oh.
Sharkdog?
-Oh, honey!
It wasn't me!
Whoa!
Oh!
Max?
Hi, Mom! Hi, Dad.
Ugh, what is that awful smell?
And why am I suddenly craving brussels sprouts?
Mm… My chemistry cooking experiment failed!
Well, exploded.
It's called Mama-no-topa-ness Glopon-topomy.
It's the newest thing for chefs like me.
-At this time of night?
-Huh? -Hm?
Hmm…
Sorry about all this. I guess I just wanted a midnight snack.
Well, at least I'm glad to see you finally eating something other than fish.
-All right, bed now!
-Clean up tomorrow. -Mm-hm!
Okay, what do you have to say for yourself?
Sorry!
No more sprouts.
Agreed.
Guess we're back on Team Fish Sticks for good.
Ew, Sharkdog!