Shark Tale

[shrieks]

[grunts]

- [Jaws theme]

- [gulps]

[muffled shriek]

- Hi. l'm Lenny.

- [muffled speech]

Oh, little buddy, did l scare you?

l'm sorry.

Wake up. Okay, don't worry about it,

l'll get you out in a jiffy.

Keep holding your breath, little wormie.

- Yo, Lenny.

- l'm coming, Frankie.

- [Frankie] Move it. Pop's waiting.

- Here we go. And gotcha.

Okay, buddy, you're free.

Now escape.

Just go. Cry freedom.

[shrieks]

- You almost gave me a heart attack.

- What are you doing?

l was just...

picking you some flowers.

Hey, Mom said it's not okay to hit.

[yelps]

Mom's not here.

[hums Jaws theme]

Don't.

[Lenny] Don't.

- That song gives me the creeps.

- Whaddya mean? lt's our theme song.

[interference] Are they gone?

Are they gone?

You sure?

Good morning, Southside Reef.

I'm Katie Current, keeping it current.

We've received official confirmation

the sharks are gone.

I repeat:
the sharks are gone.

Don't worry

Don't worry

About a thing

Every little thing

Is gonna be all right

Don't worry

About a thing

Tuna Turner.

Mussel Crowe.

Jessica Shrimpson.

Cod Stewart.

[seal barks]

[Katie] Up next, a mother of 800

tells us how she does it all.

But first, over to Janice

for the traffic report.

Thanks, Katie. Slight congestion

here on the InterReef 95.

There's an overturned mackerel.

Authorities are trying to calm him down.

Get out those shell phones and call in

to the boss, 'cause you'll be late.

[garbled yelling]

Don't you yell at me.

My mother is your mother, okay.

[ragga scatting]

- Yup. lt's fake.

- Fake? l worked eight years on that.

About a thing

Every little thing

Is gonna be all right

[silence]

[groans]

According to the latest Scallop Poll,

fear of sharks is at an all-time high.

Join us tonight for an in-depth report.

How long must this reef

live under siege?

Is there no hero among us?

Who can stop this shark menace?

Hi, l'm Oscar. You might think you know,

but you have no idea.

[rap music]

Welcome to my crib. The good life,

the way the other half lives.

Check it out,

l got my 60'' high-def, flat-screen TV

with 6-speaker surround,

CD, DVD, PlayStation hook-up

and an 8-track player for days when

you're feeling a little... [beatbox]

old school. [laughs]

'Cause even a superstar

Mack daddy fish like me

has to have the basic necessities.

Yeah, like money. [laughs]

Come on, Shorties.

Why ya'll messin' with my fantasy?

'Cause you so broke,

your baloney has no first name.

That's very funny.

Hey, Oscar.

Over here. l gotta talk to ya.

- Be right there. Hang onto these.

- Oscar, you da fish.

Yo, doo.

Yo, Crazy Joe.

Now that you live in that penthouse,

can l be your financial advisor?

That's a billboard, Crazy Joe.

You live in a billboard?

And they call me crazy.

- Hey, Oscar. Look who came to visit.

- [shrieks]

- [Shorties] Gotcha.

- No. Don't do that.

- Shouldn't you be in school?

- Shouldn't you be at work?

Right back at me, huh?

Little smart mouth.

Look, l'm on my way.

Stay outta trouble, all right?

- And clean that stuff up.

- See ya.

[ intro from Car Wash]

[ intro from Car Wash]

See ya, Oscar. [laughs]

Say what, say what

Car wash, car wash

Yo, what's up, fellas?

Big O's in the house.

What's up?

Hey. Reef side.

- Yo, Johnson, is it lunch yet?

- You just got here.

That's my point.

Hey, Headphone Guy.

- Lookin' good, ladies.

- Hey, Oscar.

Keep up the bad work.

Huh?

l'm already punched in?

Angie.

Good morning. Can l help you?

[deep] One wash and lube, please.

- Hot wax?

- Please.

Kelp scrape? We're having a special.

Why not? lt is mating season,

and l'm feelin' lucky.

Sykes' Whale Wash.

A whale of a wash, and the price,...

oh, my gosh.

Mm-hm. Mm-hm.

May l suggest a barnacle peel?

Removes lines and salt damage.

- Good.

- Hey, Ang.

- Oh, my gosh. Hi, Oscar.

- Thanks for covering for me.

Yo, l'm sorry, Dun.

Angie needs to get her freak on.

Would you hold for one moment, please?

Thanks.

- Oscar.

- Come on, Ang. Dance with me, mama.

Let me see it.

Tomorrow I will be rich...

- Come on.

- Oscar. You're gonna get me fired.

Please, you fired?

That can't happen.

'Cause then l would have

absolutely no reason to come to work.

Oh, you don't mean that.

Course l do. You're like my best friend.

[gasps]

[groans]

Listen, tell me

what you think about this.

This is like the best idea ever,

all right.

lt's a sure thing,

guaranteed cash extravaganza.

- Bottled water.

- Oh, no.

All l need is an advance

on my paycheck from the boss

and, Ang, l am out of this place.

l mean, l am... pschoo!

Oscar.

lnstead of getting in Mr. Sykes' face

with another get-rich-quick scheme,

go do something

you're actually good at: your job,

which by some miracle you still have.

Oh.

l almost forgot.

- l brought you some breakfast.

- You didn't. Kelpy Kremes?

Your favorite.

By the way, you're still on hold.

Oh, my gosh!

Thank you for holding. Busy, busy.

Go. How can l help you?

[muffled voice]

No, l'm sorry.

Mr. Sykes is at a meeting right now.

He won't be back till later.

How are my little babies this morning?

You miss me? You doin' good?

Huh? Huh?

You see, Sykes,

it's a fish-eat-fish world.

You either take or you get taken.

[winces]

Truer words have never been spoken.

ls that it? We done?

Now, you and me, we worked together

a long, long, long time.

Please, Don Lino,

it's hardly been like work.

- You know...

- l love that about you.

Let me finish.

That l've lived my life for my sons.

- Raising and protecting them...

- You're the best!

He's the best, right?

Am l right or am l wrong? Am l right?

- lt's all been to prepare...

- Right?

- ...to prepare them...

- Sorry.

...for the day they run the reef.

Well, today is that day.

- [sighs]

- [record scratches]

- [sighs]

- [record scratches]

Luca.

I like big butts

And I cannot lie

You other brothers...

Hey, boss. Big Butts. [chuckles]

Oi vey!

Long story short, from now on

you work for Frankie and Lenny.

- Capiche?

- [Sykes laughs]

Lenny? Frankie, l understand.

But Lenny? You can't be serious.

l'm dead serious.

lt takes more than muscle to run things.

Now Lenny, he's got the brains.

That's somethin' special.

- He's special all right.

- What does that mean?

- Nothing. l'm just sayin'...

- l bring you in here,

look you in the eye,

tell you what's what, and what?

- What?

- What ''what''?

You said ''what'' first.

l didn't say what,

l asked you what.

You said ''And then, what?''

l said ''What?''

No, l said ''what what'', like what what?

- You said ''what'' first.

- Now you're making fun of me?

No, you misunderstood.

Sorry we're late, Pop.

Lenny had an accident. He was born.

Sorry we're late, Pop.

Lenny had an accident. He was born.

[sarcastic laugh] You're a comic genius.

Look, all l'm saying is

the kid ain't exactly no killer.

My Lenny is a killer. You hear me?

A cold-blooded killer. Look at him.

Huh?

That's it! That's it! You are out!

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