♪ Fight the criminals chase the bad guys ♪
♪ Save the world fly through the sky ♪
♪ Half kid half amazing ♪
♪ Okay Static Shock who you're facing ♪
♪ Yeah one zip then you zapped ♪
♪ Good against evil get trapped ♪
♪ Look in my eyes I've got the power ♪
♪ Villains run from the Static shower ♪
♪ Superhero Static Shock ♪
♪ Woo-hoo ♪
♪ Superhero Static Shock ♪ ♪ Woo-hoo ♪
♪ Criminals get twisted this superhero gifted ♪
♪ The bell rings and I'm back in school ♪
♪ Nobody know what I do okay ♪
♪ Superhero Static Shock ♪
♪ Woo-hoo ♪
♪ Superhero Static Shock ♪
♪ Woo-hoo ♪
♪ Superhero Static Shock ♪
♪ Woo-hoo ♪
♪ One zip then you zapped ♪
♪ Good against evil get trapped ♪
♪ Look in my eyes I've got the power ♪
♪ Villains run from the Static shower ♪
♪ Criminals get twisted this superhero gifted ♪
♪ The bell rings and I'm back in school ♪
♪ Nobody know what I do okay ♪
♪ Superhero Static Shock ♪
Jeff Gordon can stay home tonight, folks.
Virgil "Speed Demon" Hawkins is burning up the track
but Richie "Crash Test Dummy" Foley
is one tough competitor.
Oh! Ho ho! Friends, this is not great.
Oh, dude, come on.
Your controller's like brand new.
You called the other one.
- That's Sharon. - I didn't hook up a tester.
I just said, "That one". This thing's a dud.
Hey, Adam, I got a proposition.
You like my sister. I like your Game Station 2.
Let's do some business.
Quit playing, Virgil. I'm upstairs, baby.
Quit playing?
Hey, what I lack in maturity
I make up for in immaturity.
Ready, Adam?
Whoa! Sharon!
That dress is awesome.
Dude! Yeah, we Hawkins' always clean up nice.
Yeah, you should try it sometime.
Let's go, someplace far away from little brother.
You guys can stay here as long as you like.
Just ember to clean up before you leave.
- Start game? - No, I'm on strike.
For the good controller? Dang!
Maybe I'll just read a magazine or..
Well, I would if I could find one.
Man, I don't even see a book.
I'll just read some of this here fan mail
while I wait for you to come to your senses.
Oh. None if it's opened. Aw, no biggie.
Stretch Underarmstrong's a popular guy.
You sure none of that mail was opened?
Sealed tight as far as I could tell.
You'd think he'd read some of it.
What a fun place.
What're you having?
I'll have whatever you're ordering.
Aww, that's so sweet the way you do that.
'It's because you have such good taste.'
boom
'What is it, Mr. Alva?'
A direct attack to the security main frame.
Deploy the defense bots and electrify the corridors.
Yes, sir.
Stop that creature!
crash
pew pew pew
bam
clank
pew pew pew
bam bam
Double pay for whoever brings me his head.
To Sharon Hawkins
who everyday makes me feel like a superhero.
Adam, you make corny stuff seem so right.
crash
What's that?
'Hey, that's Alva Industries.'
pew pew pew
- 'What's that?' - 'It's unbelievable.'
Sharon, what's it say at the bottom of the screen?
- Huh? - Uh..
There's a glare from this angle. What does it say?
"Live from Alva Industries complex
massive destruction by unidentified bangbaby."
- I have to go. I'm need. - Wow.
Corny, but I like it.
'Oh.'
You better run
'cause I'm Tarmac
the living chunk of the biggest, baddest road
that you'll ever drive on
and the road is hard.
Is that the fusion engine behind you?
No, it's a garbage disposal.
You making fun of me, Alva?
The security in your place stinks.
You should have hired a bouncer.
Now there's an entrance line if I ever heard one.
You, outta here.
You freak!
I'm gonna, I'm gonna..
You're gonna cool off, smokey.
Get him out of here.
We don't work for you, Alva.
We just like bagging bad guys.
Looks like Asphalt Man's a tough road to hoe.
Hey! The name's Tarmac!
What kind of a name is Thumbtack?
No, no, man, he said, "Knickknack."
- 'Fat Back?' - 'I think it was Rat Pack.'
Oh, Short Stack.
I'll pave you alive!
I got him.
Ooh, uh..
Getting hot in here.
Got what I came for.
You can still stop him.
Push the override button on that console.
All the exits in the building will shut.
Hurry!
crash
This one!
I see you, Throwback!
You elastic buffoon!
Do you realize what your hesitation has cost me?
- What did Tarmac take? - A fusion engine.
A fusion engine? What's it do?
It generates power.
Power enough to wipe out the city.
Ah, Mr. Trapper, our delivery boy is here.
Delivery boy?
Hey! That isn't a can of beans, you dolt!
I don't think he knows what dolt means.
I don't need your cute comments.
Just give me my money!
Two, four, six.
Why, look, Mr. Specs. It can count.
Don't burn it all in one place.
What is that thing, anyway?
You wouldn't understand.
Think of it as a big boom box
with an extra-big boom.
So, the fusion engine's a nuclear reactor?
A very compact, efficient one.
A source of endless energy.
But it's highly experimental.
- Meaning unstable. - Well, yes.
In the wrong hands, it could start a chain reaction
that would level several square miles.
You built this thing in the middle of a city?
- I have a license. - Never mind that.
We need to find the fusion engine and shut it down.
Well, Dr. Evil, any ideas how?
Carefully!
I've downloaded the entire shutdown procedure onto these.
That's the button you push to read the instructions.
'Thanks.'
We'll call you when we find something.
Hey, what kind of satellites can track a lit fusion engine.
Way ahead of you, I've got backpack
scanning a list of research satellites
for anomalous electromagnetic data.
Good job.
Will you quit looking so grim.
This is all because Rubberband Man
couldn't push a simple button.
Yeah. And I'm thinking I know why.
Say, Tarmac! Spot me a few bucks for some nachos.
Ah, what the heck..
I just made a big score
'I lifted that fusion engine from Alva.'
No! What'd you get?
A cool thousand bucks.
Ain't you seen the news, Alva's offering a million
to return that thing, asphalt-for-brains.
Uh. No, no, no, wait! Wait!
I'll give you a buck to go rob Fort Knox for me.
H...hey! whoa.
'Remind me never to hire you to DJ a dance party.'
Not in the mood, Static. You find the engine?
'Not yet. Let's talk about you.'
Look at this. It's a review of your new CD.
I don't read my reviews.
"Don't" or "Can't"?
Look, I'm dyslexic, alright.
They put me in a special learning program.
- They showed me techniques. - Like what?
A lot of stuff, you change words into
something you can feel instead of look at
but it takes patience.
I could never sit still as a kid.
So you dropped out of the program.
I felt dumb.
Don't tell anybody about this, okay?
You're not dumb.
Look what you've made of yourself.
A hero, a famous musician, but..
But I messed up.
I was gonna say, but you can't give in.
You said you can read it just takes some work.
Do the work.
'Uh, everything alright here?
- 'Yeah, great.' - What've you got?
Backpack's found a huge energy reading
coming from Westwood flats.
Sweet!
One, two, there. - Push Mr. - Trapper.
- Funny - What's that?
We stymied Alva's state of the art security system
with a neanderthal.
Your security ain't much better.
This neanderthal wants a piece of the pie.
A big one, or I'm taking the engine back
and collecting Alva's million dollars.
He wants in, Mr. Specs.
He wants in, Mr. Trapper.
Over here, partner.
A million is peanuts compared to what we'll make.
The fusion engine that you secured for us
will power our brainchild, the disaster matrix.
I named it.
We can use it to channel enormous energies
to any section of the city, reducing it to rubble.
Or we can derail trains, crack airport runways.
We'll hold all of Dakota for ransom.
We'll make millions.
But you're not going to see another nickel.
We're gonna blast you to tarnation.
Oh, extra points for that one, Mr. Trapper.
You hit the fusion engine.
He moved!
Nothing in plain sight but it's gotta be here.
Tarmac could've taken the engine into
any one of these old tenements.
I'll check this one.
Whoa! Why'd he go inside?
It says "condemned" and "dangerous".
Nobody would be in there.
Wh-what's happening?
We must be close to the engine.
'Adam! over here.'
Are you nuts, if you'd stopped to read the sign
you would have known Tarmac wouldn't be in there.
My fault. Sorry, Gear.
Forget it.
Backpack figured out where those jolts came from.
Thanks for not saying anything.
When are you gonna say something?
Unplug everything, Mr. Specs.
I can't hold this goon much longer.
I'm moving as fast as I can.
Specs and Trapper. I should've known.
Contain 22-1, mark 7.
'Contain 17-2, mark 12.'
Voice command? Awesome.
Hey, backpack, jam anything in the room
plotting coordinates.
I should blast your butt. But that's ungentlemanly.
Eh, who am I kidding!
Yaahah Mr. Trapper!
Coming, Mr. Specs.
Ugh..
Zap the goggles, now the gloves, and..
Hey, it's two-for-one day.
Major damage to magnetic containment field.
- Two minutes to lockdown. - Uh-oh.
- That should hold 'em. - Hey, where's Rubberband Man?
Our delivery boy took his package back
and old stretch, he went after him.
Backpack's detecting an energy leak.
Static, we're looking at a meltdown
in less than two minutes.
Gotta make this bigger. Do the work, Adam.
Number one, fleep...flip!
Sweeches..
Switches!
in s-sequence
One minute and counting.
Shut up!
Gear, we need a location.
Got it. The docks.
Core!
Remove oval magnetic core.
Let's hope Rubberband Man gets there
in time to shut it down.
He's got the instructions on him right?
Static?
Rotate...aluminum...collar.
Oh, man! What's this?
Caa... Ca.. Uhh!
Sixteen letters. Too long for clockwise.
It's gotta say counter-clockwise.
Shutdown complete.
Don't worry, I've got the shutdown procedure.
Here. And don't forget step 3.
- How'd you? - I did the work.
You know, Rubberband Man would never have been
able to read without the classes he took in school
- Aah! - And I'm not done yet.
See, you can have really good language skills
but still have trouble recognizing graphic symbols.
He means letters.
For instance, sometimes I can't tell
the letter B from the letter D.
You did that with mirrors.
Nope. My brain perceives space differently.
So, to a dyslexic, "now" can look like "won".
Or something else entirely.
Twenty-five million Americans
have some kind of reading difficulty.
Dyslexia's the most common.
It doesn't have to hold you back.
Some of the world's most accomplished people
like George Washington, Thomas Edison
and Albert Einstein had dyslexia.
Most schools have programs for dyslexics.
Or they can tell you where to find help.
- Just ask a teacher. - Or a parent.
Everyone can learn to read.