Who's ready to witness tonight's majestic mermaid meteor shower?
Born ready.
-You know it. -Affirmative.
-Yes, ma'am. -Ready.
Reports say the shower will start
when the moon is directly above the mountain peak.
Then let's move it, people. This only happens once every 100 years.
And we are not gonna miss it.
This way.
Ha-ha! Not so fast, ye scurvy sea dog.
Me very own, patented, Find-Yer-Way 5000 say this be the fastest route.
Sharkdog's nose says this way.
Me technology says this way.
No, no, no. This way.
No, it's this way.
-This, this, this, way, way, way. -No, no, no, this way.
This is silly.
-We all know who we should follow.
Agreed. It's obviously Captain Quigley.
-Technology is superior.
-Are you kidding, Royce?
Sharkdog can track the peak from a mile away.
And that's just his doggy side. Nobody messes with the shark.
I'm with ya, son.
At the aquarium, I've seen animals use their instincts
to do all sorts of incredible things.
As much as I wanna hear about this fancy fish,
Olly here's goin' girl power.
Well then, looks like it's a race to the top.
And spoiler… We're gonna win.
-Aye. You're on.
-Huh?
Whoa.
-That current's too strong.
Huh?
Sharkdog, maybe you can use these vines to get across.
Uh, Dad? That's poison ivy.
Any ideas, bud? C'mon, use those instincts.
Hmm…
Ahh…
Aha! Huh?
-Huh?
All right. Nice going, pal.
We gotta pick up the pace if we're gonna beat Barb's pack to the peak.
Whoa…
-Whoa! Hold up there, swabbys.
Let me check me Mecha Mud Mate 2.0.
Shiver me bug spray.
Just as I feared.
-This here be quicksand.
-Fret not.
Me Quicksand Crossing Cannon will get us across.
Ya gotta love a gal who's prepared.
What are ye waitin' fer?
All hands on deck and this rope.
I love technology.
I love technology. Huh?
-Tell Kailani I love her.
Wait, this isn't quicksand. It's mud.
-But I thought your gadget-- -Uh, no dilly-dallyin'.
The moon be almost at its peak. Heave ho.
-Ouch! Ouch! -Oh! Oh!
-Huh?
-Ahh! Get off, get off, get off!
We win. We win.
-Huh?
We're first.
No, we're first.
It doesn't matter who got here.
If ya wanna win, you gotta get to the peak.
We better hurry, Max.
The mermaid meteor shower's gonna start soon.
Yar. By Neptune's GPS, our team will make it to the top first.
No. Team Sharkdog will. Buh-bye.
Huh?
Yar. I knew me Summit Suction Shoes would come in handy.
Me Robotic Rock Reacher should do the trick.
Huh?
Aha!
Ergh, my poison Ivy.
Must… resist… itch.
Dude, it's no use.
We can't reach the peak.
I'm sorry, son.
But it seems like we're gonna miss the meteor shower.
I guess we'll have to wait another 100 years.
Huh?
Aha!
Hmm. Ye have a plan to salvage this sinking ship?
Uh-huh.
Ay.
Avast, ye landlubbers.
-We're not missin' these majestic meteors. -Huh?
But how, Captain Quigley? We tried everything.
Not everything.
Sharkdog and Barb work together.
-Are ya ready, kids? -Aye, aye, Captain.
Awoo!
Ready.
Let's do this!
-Whoa!
-Dad.
-Huh? -We got you.
Huh?
-Yeah.
Wo-ho-ho!
We did it.
And just in time.
-Wow. -Amazing.
-So beautiful.
Yar. This here be true treasure.
Beautiful.
Thank you, both.
We never would've made it here without you.
Happy to help, lad.
But this sea-dog and his instincts be the real leader.
Uh-uh. Barb real leader.
Hah! I appreciate the kind words, but the real leader be you.
No…
-You. -No…
-You. -You.
-You! -You!
Nothing's gettin' us outta the water today, bud.
You two. Get outta the water.
-What's going on, Annabelle? -Stay calm.
But I just got word that the water may be infested with zombie sea fleas.
-Zombie sea fleas? -Zombie sea fleas?
-I said, stay calm.
You both look okay.
But if you start itching or scratching, you gotta scrub down with this.
Trust me, you do not want these zombie sea fleas to spread.
Okay. Bye.
Let's go, bud.
We better rinse off all that sand from the beach.
Ooh. Uh-oh.
Huh?
Are you all right?
Huh?
Yup.
Hmm.
Okay. C'mon, it's bath time.
Mm. Mm.
-Yikes!
You gotta see these zombie sea fleas up close.
They are scary.
And it says here, "Sea fleas can cause uncontrollable rolling…
involuntary jumping jacks and…"
"…zombie shuffling."
-Whoa!
-Huh?
Sharkdog… itchy.
Ahh! You have zombie sea fleas.
Oh.
You heard what Annabelle said.
We gotta scrub you down with this.
-Sharkdog, hold still.
No. Sharkdog no like brush.
Cut it out.
We can't let 'em spread.
Hey, Sharkdog.
-Aha! There's nowhere to escape.
-Whoa!
Huh?
Sharkdog.
See ya.
No!
Oh. So Sharkdog's loose with zombie sea fleas…
what's the worst that can happen?
If Sharkdog got scrubbed like I said,
the fleas wouldn't have turned the town into zombies.
This is all Max's fault.
Max's fault. Max's fault.
-Max's fault.
Huh? Sharkdog caught zombie sea fleas?
Zombies? Cool.
I know. But don't worry, I have a plan.
I gotta be honest, dude.
This is a pretty lame plan.
Yeah.
Sharkdog is never gonna fall for this.
Mm. Fish sticks.
-He's coming.
Yeah, we did it!
Uh, is this a good time to say, "We told ya so"?
-Because we did. -Ergh, come on. We gotta catch him.
Oh. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
You little monster.
What are you doing to Sylvester Sta-Gnome?
Huh?
Give up, bud. You're surrounded.
Sharkdog, come back!
Sharkdog!
-Oh. We're never gonna stop SD.
Remember.
Today's the grand opening of the Foggy Springs Car Wash.
Flippin' Fishsticks. I got a plan.
I hope it's better than the last one.
Statistically speaking, it can't be worse.
Sharkdog, come back!
All I wanna do is scrub you with this super scary, super uncomfortable brush.
Oh. You'll never scrub Sharkdog alive.
Come on. That's our cue.
Hah!
Come on down to the grand opening of the Foggy Springs Car Wash.
Straight ahead.
Whoa…
Sharkdog.
That…
…fun.
Again. Again, again, again.
Hold up.
Look, Sharkdog, you're not itching anymore.
Fleas gone.
Wow. The car wash was even better than the fancy flea brush, Max.
I guess ya really did have an awesome plan.
Yup. And now I won't be blamed for the zombie uprising.
Huh?
Heh. Never mind.
Sharkdog glad everything back to normal.
Me too.
I'm just glad we stopped the fleas before they spread.
Aah. Eeh. Oh. So itchy.
Huh?
Max. Max!
Ah.
Don't worry, Dirk Swagger,
I'll help you stop the alien invasion.
Whoa!
-Huh?
-Hmm.
Hmm?
-Mia? -Fishy. Fishy.
Huh?
Hmm. Mia eat photo?
Mia want Binky.
Hmm.
Huh?
-Huh?
Oh, man, it's almost dinner time.
And you know how Mom gets if we're late for her Stroganoff Surprise.
-Don't worry, Mia.
We'll be home before you know it.
Oh.
Binky at park.
Sharkdog sleepy.
Get Binky tomorrow.
-Bink… -Oh.
-Binky.
Okay. Sharkdog get Binky now.
Too tight.
-Hmm…
Huh? Mia. Wait!
Stay close, Mia.
Hmm.
-Binky. -Huh?
Binky. Binky, Binky.
Mia. Stop!
Oof!
Ahh.
Huh? Mia!
Stop!
Huh?
No, doggies. Sharkdog no play.
Slow down, Mia.
-Okay.
Huh?
Ahh.
Binky.
Huh?
Give back Binky!
-Binky! -Huh?
Binky.
-Hmmp!
Huh?
Binky.
Give back… Binky.
Whoa!
My Binky.
Whoa!
Binky.
-Oh, well, we tried.
Binky?
Yah! Yah, yah, yah!
Thank you, Fishy.
Mia, welcome.
-Huh?
Oh.
Okay, let's start the day.
Mia, sweetie.
Time to get up.
-Mama.
-Not this way. -Aww.
Huh?
-Hmm.
Oh.
Oh. If that's not the cutest thing you've ever seen.
I'll just let them sleep a little longer.
-I love Sharkdog.
Too tight.
-Sharkdog love Mia too.