-Ready? -Ready.
Best buds handshake.
Nothing can come between us or our fists.
-Ah! Coming through. -Huh?
Ah!
-Huh?
-Uh, what's going on?
Mr. Ceviche is coming for dinner.
You mean, Dad's super awesome boss
who has a bazillion followers,
saved Sharkdog's reputation, and has a sushi sponsorship?
Mm. Sushi.
Yes, that Ceviche.
Attendance at the aquarium is way down and if dinner isn't perfect…
…my job could be swimming with the fishes and not in a good way.
-Bubbles. -Huh?
Bubbles. Whoa!
-This is our chance, bud.
If we impress Mr. Ceviche with our awesomeness,
he's gonna look us right in the face and say,
"You're the coolest, bro."
Yeah. Sharkdog and Max coolest.
Tonight, our lives are gonna change. Tonight, we become cool.
Uh… He should be here by now.
Did I tell him the right time? The right day? Ugh, the right address?
-Mm?
-We'll get it.
Yo, yo, yo.
Hey, Mr. Ceviche.
-Is that my old shirt? -Is that our mop?
My bad on the delay.
Was vlogging some sweet hoverboard skills and lost track of time.
-Wow. -Wah…
Mr. Ceviche. Come on in.
We have the best seat in the house for the best boss in Foggy Springs.
Oops. Ugh.
-Dibs on the seat next to… -Sharkdog.
-Ugh. Huh? -I want you next to me.
Oh…
Sorry, the potatoes are a little sticky.
This was the third batch after the first two tasted like toe jam.
-Not that I've eaten toe jam…
And I should stop talking.
Huh.
Sharkdog play?
Ya read my mind, bro-migo. Go on.
Huh?
Bro, that was killer.
Aha!
I'm so postin' this to the aquarium's FlipFlop account.
-Sharkdog, get ready to go viral. -Psh.
If you want some cool content, then feast your eyes on this.
Look at those anatomically correct gills.
-Nice job, Max. -Fish.
Oh, yeah. Check this guy out. He's a total savage.
Well, I can do that.
Max!
I am so sorry. This is not how my son was raised.
Hopefully, this doesn't reflect on my ability
-to take care of humans or marine life.
Max okay?
I'm fine.
Ahh. Step up your game, Max.
You gotta show Ceviche you're a cool bro.
-Here's the deal.
As you know, we need to make some major changes to the aquarium.
Which is why I gave an intern college credit
to create this new and improved, super expensive mockup.
Sharkdog famous?
Uh-huh. That's right.
The Fishers love you, the town loves you,
-and I love you. -Huh?
Come join our big, happy, exclusive aquarium family, Sharkdog.
You're the coolest, bro.
We were supposed to impress him together.
Not for long, bro.
-Who wants dessert?
Thanks.
-Huh?
-Ugh. -Ugh! Max.
-This smells like…
Oh, no. I must've mixed fish sticks into the ice cream.
How could I make such a mistake?
Fish.
Sharkdog, stop.
Buddy, please.
Fishy.
Whew. Oh.
Fishy, fishy…
Fishy, no!
Whoa, bro.
Ugh… Ooh. Huh?
-Fishy…
Huh?
-I'm, uh…
I'm-- I'm gonna get some air.
-Hmm!
-Oh…
Sharkdog messed up.
I-- I…
Dad, before you say anything, I know I messed up.
Ya think? I needed to impress my boss, not cover him in fish-flavored ice cream.
Not Max's fault.
Sharkdog act wild.
No, Sharkdog.
It was my fault.
I let my jealousy get in the way of our friendship.
I'm sorry.
That is not what cool bros do.
But I might know a way to fix it.
Uh-huh, uh-huh.
-Yeah. Uh-huh.
Um… Mr. Ceviche.
-All better. -Uh, kinda.
And I'm sorry about tonight, I…
Don't sweat it.
If you think having ice cream in my hair is bad,
you should've heard the investor call I just had. Ugh!
Sometimes I wanna…
So… we're good?
We were never bad.
And I'm good?
Of course, Steve. You're my guy.
Plus, keeping you around means I get to see more of Sharkdog.
So my livelihood depends on my son's pet?
I'll take it.
Ooh, that reminds me. Bro, have ya thought about my proposal?
You can live at the aquarium like the true King of the Sea.
Sharkdog help.
-Huh?
With Max.
We can both promote the aquarium.
Nothing gets between us. Right, bud?
You drive a hard bargain, but it's a deal.
I'll send ya the deets. Oh-oh.
You are the coolest, bros.
-Woo! Ha-ha! Yes!
Ah, the sweet taste of victory.
They don't know it, but Sharkdog, you're gonna make me very, very rich.
And whoa. This fish ice cream isn't bad.
I gotta tell my followers.
Huh?
Whoa-hoo-hoo!
Sharkdog. Are you okay, bud?
-All good. -Well, I'm not, Fishface.
Your dumb dog made me wipe-out.
-Hey. Don't blame Sharkdog.
-It's not his fault you can't surf.
Whatever. I don't have time for you boneheads.
I have to practice for today's surf contest.
Huh?
What's happening?
You're covered in sea snot.
My dad told me this stuff is super sticky and super strong.
-Ow!
-Huh?
-This is all your fault.
Don't let it get to ya, bud. You know Dennis is mean to everyone.
Sharkdog help Dennis.
Get away. I don't want your…
Sharkdog did it.
Huh?
-Oh, you did it, all right.
No, no, no!
-Stop. That's not gonna work.
Well, ya better find something fast.
If I'm not free from your freaky fish before the contest,
I'm gonna make your lives miserable!
Max…
Don't worry, bud. I have a plan.
Come on, cut through.
Uh…
-Huh?
Uh… plan B?
All right, Sharkdog.
-Let 'er rip! -Sharkdog use shark spin.
Shark spin?
-Huh? Whoa!
Huh?
Ow!
Why does my face feel heavy?
No.
-No!
Sharkdog and Dennis still stuck.
I'm sorry, bud. I thought one of those would work.
-But we'll get ya free.
I know I wouldn't want to be stuck to Dennis all day.
Huh? Being with this fleabag isn't some kinda picnic either.
-Attention, surf stans.
The Foggy Springs Surf Contest starts now.
Come hang out as our best surfers hang ten.
Well, that's it.
-No way I'm winning now.
-Why is this so important to you?
You win like every contest.
What's the big deal if you sit this one out?
What?
No way.
You wouldn't understand.
Maybe Sharkdog can understand.
If I won, I thought kids would think I'm cool.
I can't believe I'm saying this,
but maybe we should help Dennis enter that contest.
-Huh?
Dennis and Sharkdog surf together?
-Hey, that's not a bad idea. -You're right, it's a super bad idea.
Dennis is really making this hard, isn't he?
-I can hear you.
Dennis, do whatever you want.
But just know, there's no better partner than Sharkdog.
Give him a chance.
-Just like he's giving you. -Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Wow.
We've seen some seriously sick surfing from our competitors today.
Let's hear it for them.
But we're not done yet.
Last up, it's Dennis.
Oh, oh, and…
Sharkdog?
Hi.
Woo-hoo! Go get 'em, bud.
-Ready?
-Ah! Not ready. -Oh!
We gotta go back.
I can't do this.
We can together.
-Trust Sharkdog.
Huh?
I can't watch.
-Whoa! Look at that. -Huh?
I'm doing it.
I'm doing it!
We're doing it together.
-I'm king of the world! -Woo-hoo!
Ha!
And it's a perfect score.
-Give it up for your new champions.
Dennis and Sharkdog.
Whoa!
Ow!
Sharkdog and Dennis free!
-Yes! Woo-hoo!
-That was so awesome. -Huh?
The wave was huge and you were all…
Whoo! Yeah!
Whoo! Uh…
I…
Congratulations, Dennis.
Hmm…
Well, I couldn't have done it without Sharkdog.
Maybe you're not so bad after all.
-Dennis okay too. -Whoa.
A compliment?
Does this mean you're gonna be nice from now on?
Don't get me wrong. I said Sharkdog wasn't so bad.
You're still a loser, Fishface.
Not again.
Yo! There's my favorite shark-bro.
Ready to star in the aquarium's first-ever TV commercial?
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
-I am too, Mr. Ceviche. -You're late.
Sorry, sir. I'll get the sound equipment ready right away.
Jumping jellyfish. This is it, bud.
After today, we’re gonna be famous.
-There they are.
Sharkdog, Sharkdog!
-Over here. -We love Sharkdog.
Julie Fisher, Foggy Springs Evening News… and your mom.
I'd love to lock down an exclusive interview.
Max! Max!
-Max! -Huh?
Get on your mark. We're already behind schedule.
Coming, Mr. Ceviche.
Sharkdog ready.
All right, everybody.
When I call "action,"
Sharkdog, you leap into the air, soaring majestically,
your fin glistening with beads of water like the awesome aquatic beast you are.
-And Max, you, uh… just stand there. -Huh?
Actually, Max, uh, let's have you move a few steps to your left.
A little more.
A teensy bit more.
And… perfect.
But I'm not in the shot.
I know.
And action.
Yahoo!
-Yes. We got it.
-Let's move on.
Sharkdog having fun.
That makes one of us.
After all of Ceviche's "necessary script changes,"
I only have one line left.
But I'm prepared to make it the biggest, coolest,
greatest line in the whole commercial.
I brought confetti cannons.
Ooh.
My own theme-music.
-Ah…
And I even stayed up all night making this suit
-out of five-dollar bills. -Max.
-Ah. -Max!
-Has anybody seen Max? -Right here, Mr. Ceviche.
I'm ready for my close-up.
Five-dollar kids' tickets?
Ooh, yeah. That's fish-tastic.
Well, this is awkward. I just wanted you to grab me a coffee.
-What?
Oh, uh, actually, make it a grande-agave double-mocha java-cino.
-Thanks. -But, but what about my line?
My close-up? My everything?
Oh, yeah. Had to cut all that.
-Installed a sign outside instead.
Are you kidding me?
Stupid Ceviche.
-Stupid script. -Hmm?
Stupid sign.
Max okay?
No. Max is not okay.
Max is very mad.
This is… Argh!
Do you know how much it cost me to make this five-dollar suit?
Five, ten, fifteen…
A lot!
This commercial was supposed to star both of us,
but now, it's just you.
Ceviche only wants me here to get his coffee.
Sharkdog wants Max here.
It's okay, Sharkdog. Go be a star.
-I'm going home.
No worries, shark-amigo.
You and I can finish promoting the aquarium.
Huh?
Alone.
-Huh?
Oh, yeah!
-Smile, Sharkdog.
-Sharkdog! Sharkdog! -Huh?
-Sharkdog! Sharkdog! Sharkdog!
Sharkdog! Sharkdog! Sharkdog!
-Sharkdog? -Sharkdog! Sharkdog!
-Sharkdog.
-Max? -Sharkdog! Sharkdog! Sharkdog!
Max, Max!
-Max, Max! -Sharkdog!
Not Max.
Come to the Foggy Springs Aquarium,
and "sea" Sharkdog.
We're "shore" you'll have a great "maritime."
Uh, everything okay, son?
Yeah. I'm gonna say no.
I messed up, Dad.
I should have stuck by Sharkdog even if I wasn't in the commercial.
I just wish there was a way I could tell him how sorry I am, ya know?
Well, maybe you can.
We sold 2,000 tickets. In one day.
And our DMs are blowin' up with video messages from all your fans.
Sharkdog have messages?
OMG. Sharkdog's commercial totally blew us away.
He's a living legend. Love you, Sharkdog.
Ha! So proud to say I knew Sharkdog before he was famous.
Is it too late to get a signed photo for my nephew?
His name is, uh, Ms. Williams Junior.
-Hey, bud.
Not sure if you'll see this, but I wanna let you know, I'm sorry.
I don't care about being famous.
I just want my best friend in the whole world back.
I hope you can forgive me.
Okay, that's enough screen time. Don't want to rot your brain.
Hmm? Sharkdog go home now.
Like you mean back to Max?
Even after he walked out on you?
Sharkdog forgive Max.
Sharkdog and Max best friends always.
-Aww. That's sweet.
Almost brings a tear to my eye.
Almost.
You see, this is your home now.
Give up, Sharkdog.
Sharkdog want Max.
You'll never get past my security system.
-It's super high-tech.
And super expensive…
obviously.
Hmm?
Face it, bro.
-I'm your new best bud.
No one gets between Max and Sharkdog.