I've got the ball.
The clock winding down.
Our team down by one.
I sink the final shot,
win the game,
and get carried off like a hero!
Lemme show you how it's really done.
Booyah!
That really the best you got, Fisher?
If that's how you fin-heads play tomorrow,
you won't stand a chance against my squad.
-Hey. -What up, dude?
Christina? Aleki? You two are on Dennis' team?
More like he's playing on our team.
-We needed a third so Ms. Williams-- -Begged me to join them.
She was like, "It doesn't matter who you play with, Dennis."
"You're so good, you're gonna crush Max's team."
-Uh…
I think we remember that conversation very differently.
Then you just know I'm gonna be the Most Valuable Player.
MVP, baby.
Well, I'm gonna be even more valuable than the MVP.
-The M-V, uh… V-V-P. -Pfft.
More like the MVP of lame comebacks.
Ha.
Here's a lil' taste of what's to come.
-Hah!
-Wah!
Oh, yeah.
Boom shaka laka. See you guys at the game, losers.
You're not losers.
But we will see you at the game. It'll be a blast.
You gotta be kidding me. How can we possibly beat those three?
Sharkdog love basketball.
Woo!
-Flying fish sticks.
Woo-hoo!
-Nothin' but net.
Wow, Sharkdog, you're an all-star.
With you on the court, instead of Max, we'll win for sure.
Yeah! Wait, back up. I'm riding the bench?
It's three-on-three, Max. Someone has to sit out.
But I gotta play so I can beat Dennis and become the M-V… V-V-P.
It's my dream.
-Uh… -C'mon, please.
I trained so hard. Gimme the chance to play.
That's halftime.
Get hydrated. Replenish those electrolytes.
And, uh…
Maybe rethink your team's entire game-plan.
Water, water, towel.
All right, Max, we gave you a shot, but, uh, you didn't make any shots.
-So we gotta put Sharkdog in.
Sharkdog play.
But I was just gettin' warmed up. Aha!
Yeah. I crunched the numbers,
and it's statistically impossible for you to have missed every shot.
Fine.
-Sharkdog can play. -Yeah. Yeah. Sharkdog help win.
Sharkdog win for Max.
Your selflessness will not be in vain. Go, Shark Pack?
Go, Shark Pack.
-Woo!
-Ms. Williams, we have a substitution.
-Sharkdog play. Sharkdog play. -Hold up.
That creature can't play.
He's a… Sharkdog. There's gotta be a rule against that.
Hah. Let's see.
"Out of bounds, backcourt violations…
how to know when your shorts are too short…"
Hmm. Ain't no rule that says a Sharkdog can't play basketball.
-Yeah.
And I've gotta date to get to.
So ball in.
-Hey!
-Well, it's not like
you're gonna win anyway
even with a Sharkdog.
-Yeah.
Oh, yeah.
Let's do this, Sharkdog.
Wo-hoo!
-Yes! Take that! We're back at the game!
Whoo!
-Whoa!
Wo-hoo!
-Yeah. Hoo-hoo. -A-ha.
-Hah!
Ooh!
Time out. Time out.
All right, this is it.
One more basket and we win the game.
As long as Sharkdog takes the final shot,
this should be as simple as advanced calculus.
What? That's easy for me.
Sharkdog do it. Sharkdog MVP.
Well, at least one of us gets to be MVP.
Ah…
Sharkdog can't play.
Sharkdog injured.
-Oh, no.
Sharkdog be okay. Max, oh… take Sharkdog's place.
-Sharkdog. -Are you all right?
Don't worry. I got this.
Uh-oh. I'm good.
-Uh…
-Boys.
Pass. Over here. Come on, pass.
-Uh…
-Go, Max!
-Ooh!
-Wo-hoo! -Yeah! Yes!
And that's the game.
Team Dennis wins.
Now if you'll excuse me, my table at Chateau Escargot awaits.
Oh, yeah! I'm the best. Uh-huh.
-Oh. -Great game, dudes. That was close.
Sorry ya didn't win.
Well, not that sorry, but you know what I mean.
I'm just glad I gotta play.
Thanks to you, Sharkdog.
Ahoo!
Hey, wait a minute.
I thought you sprained your fin.
It's a miracle. Sharkdog all better.
Don't worry, Sharkdog. Dad will know what to do.
-Dad.
Sharkdog's been super sick all morning.
-Can you help him?
Oh. Of course, bud. I'll do everything I can.
Now let's get Sharkdog to my office to run some tests.
Tests?
Oh, don't worry, bud.
You'll feel better in no time.
Fascinating.
Amazing. Hmm.
Disgusting.
So what's wrong with him, Dad?
Given our limited knowledge of his species,
I believe he's got a case of… sharkinitis.
And if left untreated, it could cause serious health problems.
But good news,
Sharkdog should be back to normal after I give him this teensy-tiny shot.
No shot.
-No shot. -Ergh, Sharkdog.
There's gotta be another way to help him feel better.
For a VIP like my pal, Sharkdog? You bet your butt there is.
Mr. Ceviche. Hey.
-You can help? -Totally, bro-migo.
We can't let anything happen to this lil' guy.
-I want him… -Huh?
…to get better.
That's why we're gonna use my super high-tech, super expensive…
Super experimental…
Behold.
The future of aquatic animal healthcare.
Marine animal diagnostic device.
But you can call me Madd. Hello.
Bye-bye.
Sharkdog, wait.
Sharkdog? Are you all right, buddy?
Steve, I gotta smooth things over with a few unhappy investors.
-You can handle this, right?
-But, Mr. Ceviche…
Great, thanks.
Dad, Sharkdog's getting weaker.
We gotta do something… and fast.
No, no, no, no.
Not scary robot monster.
I know it might be scary, but we just want you to get better.
Wait, I know what might make you feel more comfortable.
Watch here, bud.
I'm gonna have the robot examine me. You'll see it won't hurt one bit.
-Hit it, Dad. -Uh…
Let's see.
Uh…
Uh… Hmm.
Turn off. Turn off!
I'm trying. I'm trying.
-Initiating scan.
This will not hurt.
That doesn't look like a scan.
-It'll definitely hurt.
-Run! -Flying fish sticks.
The doctor will see you now.
Oh, no.
Somebody, help!
Hold still, please.
Hold on, Max! I think I got it.
Nope. You definitely didn't.
Huh!
Open your mouth and say "ah."
Ah!
Please get down. It is not safe.
Hah. Betcha can't climb.
Electric eels?
Please get down. It is not safe.
Bros. What is goin' on here?
-Don't panic, I still got this.
Okay, I'm sorry, I don't got this.
-Here. -Oh, oh, oh.
That was our last chance at shutting Madd down.
Huh?
Now… I am mad.
-The robot apocalypse is upon us.
Please get down. It is not safe.
Somebody, help!
Max!
Hang on. I'm comin' for you, son!
Too weak…
Max needs Sharkdog.
-Sharkdog needs to save Max.
You got it.
Help!
Sharkdog need shot now.
All done, pal. I gave it to ya when you weren't looking.
Sharkdog save Max.
This will not hurt.
-Max save.
Huh? Sharkdog, look out!
Scan failed. Retargeting.
Robot no hurt Max!
The doctor will see you…
The doctor will see you now.
That's it, boy. You got this.
Give 'em the ol' one-two.
Be careful.
What? Don't wanna void the warranty.
Yikes! Huh?
Initiating scan. This will not hurt.
Your examination is complete.
Thank you, have a nice day.
Aww, man!
I knew I should've gotten the Robo-Care insurance.
I'm so proud of you, bud.
You got over your fear of shots and saved me from a mad robot.
Sharkdog brave for Max.
-Huh?
The Giggly Gizmo will have you laughing for hours.
-Huh? -Just wind him up and let the fun begin.
Sharkdog, the giggling.
-It's drivin' you up a wall. Literally.
-Wait, seriously, Tom?
You want me to do an exposé on Sharkdog?
It would go viral.
Sharkdog's a wild animal of unknown origin.
Who knows what he's capable of?
Get me that story, Julie. This could be big for your career.
I'm talkin' co-anchor big.
Me? A co-anchor?
-Finally.
Uh, I better check that out.
-No!
This is a disaster.
When Mom finds out we broke her favorite journalism award,
we'll be grounded 'til we're 100.
-That's 700 in dog years.
Don't worry. Sharkdog fix.
Yeah, that's not gonna work.
But we can take it to the repair shop.
We just gotta get there… before it closes in an hour.
Hey, Mom. Sharkdog and I have to, uh…
-be back later.
Don't think of it as spying, Julie.
You're just observing Sharkdog without his knowledge.
It's like Mr. Inkwell said,
"This is your chance at the anchor desk."
Hey, there, lawn lovers.
And welcome to another episode of Gnome Invasion.
Remember to like, share, and subscribe.
-Wait, Sharkdog.
-Max. -Huh?
Your pesky pet is ruining my shot.
Sorry, Mr. Heubel.
We gotta pick up the pace.
The repair shop's gonna close soon.
-Sharkdog know shortcut. This way. -Woo-hoo!
This could be the lead I'm looking for.
-Uh-oh.
Uh, I think we might've accidentally crashed their party.
Don't worry.
Thank you.
Wow, you can speak squirrel?
A dog who barks at squirrels?
Not exactly the "wild" story Mr. Inkwell's looking for…
Max, go.
-Right behind ya, buddy. -Let's go this way.
Woo-hoo!
To the docks!
A shark who swims? Oh, yeah, that'll go viral. Not.
Wazzup, my gnomies.
I call this display, "Gnome Worries, Be Happy."
It's just up ahead. C'mon!
Remember to like…
Sharkdog!
We made it, bud.
And just in time. Stay here, I'll be out in a few.
Oh, no. He is wild.
-Christina. Christina. Hi. Hi. -Hi!
I thought that was you.
I mean, not too many half-shark, half-dogs hanging 'round Foggy Springs.
Oh, shame on you, Julie.
You let that promotion get to your head.
I mean, look at him. He's harmless.
I'm happy to see you too.
Check this out.
It's a Giggly Gizmo.
Huh?
Ah! Christina! Stop!
-Uh, uh… Sharkdog?
-Huh?
Stay back…
Oh!
Mom?
Mom!
Sharkdog. Snap out of it.
-Huh?
Huh?
Mom? Help?
Huh?
Trust Sharkdog.
Oh, what am I talking about? Of course I trust you.
Hold tight.
Mom. Are you okay?
I am now. Thanks to Sharkdog.
What were you both even doing out here in the first place?
Uh…
-We accidentally broke it and… -Sharkdog and Max fixed.
Wait, you did all this… for me?
And here I was, spying on you for a silly promotion…
I'm sorry.
-I should've known better. -Wait…
-Mom spying on Sharkdog?
Tom, today made me remember why I wanted to be a reporter.
To find out the truth, no matter what.
And the truth is, Sharkdog may be a little weird, but he has a big heart.
I know that's not what you wanted, but that's the story.
Oh, I've got you now, Sharkdog.
You're a menace, and soon, everyone will gnome it.