Shark Tale Page #3

we don't want to miss it.

- You sure?

- My trainer friend tipped me off.

The race is rigged. We can't lose.

- What's the horse's name?

- Lucky Day.

[speakers]...Lucky Day, at 200 to 1.

- We're gonna be rich!

- Rich!

Top of the reef, here l come.

No, wait. What am l doing?

Remember what Angie said.

Remember what Angie said.

What did Angie say?

Dreams can begin small.

You just have to... bet it all.

Bet it all!

[commentator] And Lucky Day wins.

[rap music]

Five thousand on Lucky Day to win.

That's 200 to one.

That would pay a million clams.

Well , l guess that makes me

Oscar the millionaire.

[echoes] The millionaire.

[echoes] The millionaire.

Lucky Day. Lucky Day.

She's dangerous, super bad

Better watch out, she'll take the cash

She's a gold digger

She's a gold digger

She's dangerous, super bad

Better watch out, she'll take the cash

She's a gold digger...

Nice bet.

[chuckles]

- You got a name?

- [chuckles]

- You wanna tell me what it is?

- [chuckles]

Well, mine's Lola.

C'mon, man! Get your game face on!

[yelps]

So,... [chuckles] Lola, my name's...

My name is Oscar, sweetie.

[gasps] Mrs. Sanchez.

The hippity-hop smooth talk

don't work with me.

My bad. Hey, so...

Oscar. l was starting to think

you skipped out on me.

Sykes! l see you're already on your way

to the concession stand.

What are you doing?

Mind bringing us back some drinks?

That would be great, thanks.

And some of them

little wiener thingies.

- The ones with the toothpicks?

- Don't listen to him.

- Let me escort you to... my box.

- Your box?!

His box?! You can't even afford

the gum under the seats.

He just laid five grand on Lucky Day.

l think he can afford anything he wants.

- Five grand? My five grand?!

- No, it was another five grand.

You had the money to pay me back

and you bet it anyway?

- Hold up.

- Gimme that!

- Clearly l've made a mistake.

- No, no, wait! Lola!

Look. Deep down, l'm really superficial.

And don't get me wrong, you're cute,

but... you're a nobody.

Oscar, you cute, but you're a nobody.

[Ernie] Wait. Lola. Come back.

l'm not a nobody. l'm a wiener.

[Ernie and Bernie laugh]

You are unbelievable.

You're in trouble up to your gills

and still you're askin' for more.

Now go on, get in here.

Oscar, you better pray

that this horse of yours comes through.

Bettin' my five thousand.

Hey. Outta my seat.

You, outta my seat.

Unbelievable.

- Sit tight and watch the race.

- With your good eye.

[Ernie] Good eye.

[announcer] The horses are

at the post. And they're off!

Fish Fingers, then Seabiscuit

and Salmonella.

Lucky Day seems to be having trouble

getting out of the gate.

- What?

- Only a sucker would bet on that horse.

Don't sweat it.

He does this all the time. He's playin'.

What's this? Lucky Day is now

crashing his way through the gate,

and he's off and running.

Seabiscuit, Fish Fingers...

Please, Lucky Day.

Go fast.

Coming around the turn it's Seabiscuit

by a length and Lucky Day well behind.

And here comes Lucky Day,

coming up from behind,

passing Yellow Tail, Salmonella.

You see? Who's your fish now? Go.

Around the final turn,

here comes Lucky Day.

Lucky Day's now caught up

to Fish Fingers.

They're head to head. Neck to neck.

Lucky Day's ahead.

l'm tired just thinkin'

about countin' all of this money.

- Look at Lucky Day go.

- We're movin' on up

To the eastside...

[Commentator] Absolutely amazing!

This looks to be Lucky Day's big day.

It's Lucky Day.

[thud]

What happened?

Lucky Day is down.

We're movin' on up to the east...

No.

[rumbling, loud thud]

Here's Fish Fingers,

followed by Seabiscuit, Yellow Tail...

- And Fish Fingers wins.

- Wait. l just want to hold you.

No, Get outta my way.

Let me see, will ya?

Remember your ''happy place'', Sykes.

That's why they call him a long shot.

Yo, that was crazy, right? Who knew?

Everything's set, it's a lock,

we good to go, we in the money,

and he trips underwater.

Who in the halibut trips underwater?

- And by the way, on what?

- That's it. That's it, l've had it.

[high-pitched] Ernie. Bernie.

Find the deepest hole in the ocean

and when you do, dig deeper.

And put him in it.

[wails]

Sorry, kid. lt's nothing personal.

lt's just business.

Don't worry

About a thing

'Cause every little thing

Is gonna be all right

- This is how you sing it, Oscar.

- Yeah.

Sykes, he like you, mon.

Him say take it easy on you.

- But Sykes is not here. [laughs]

- True.

Ernie, let me ask you a question.

Yeah, mon? Go on.

Why is it that me locks

can sting other people,

but they have no effect on me or you?

- [zap]

- [screams]

Ernie. l didn't mean it, Ernie.

l didn't mean it, man. Ernie.

[laughs]

Ernie, you made a joke.

Good one, man. Respect.

Bloodfire.

[Lenny]

Frankie, you know l can't do this.

[Frankie] lf you wanna make Pop happy,

you've gotta kill something.

[Lenny] Or, l could find an old, sick

fish and just wait.

[Frankie] lt's gettin' around,

your thing at the restaurant.

You know how fish talk.

This, that, the other. How you doin'?

Boom. Forget it, you're dead.

Okay, seriously, l can't understand

wise guy so be more specific.

Specific? You want specific?

Be a shark for once in your life.

- What am l gonna do?

- Lenny, forget about it, okay?

We do a couple of practice runs,

badda-bing badda-boom, Pop's happy,

you're a shark, life goes on. Capiche?

Okay. Okay, capiche.

Bingo.

Right there. Dead ahead. You see it?

TV dinner. Don't get easier than this.

All right. Come on.

Eye of the tiger.

Frankie, l can do this.

What if l can't do this?

- Then don't bother comin' home.

- Good point. All right.

Hit him in the tail again.

- l like the funny face he make.

- Yeah.

- Ernie.

- Blow out.

[muffled shouts]

Guys? Guys? Don't leave me alone.

Come on, there could be sharks out here.

[screams]

Oh, no. Wait. l'm sorry.

No, no, no. l'm not gonna...

- Lenny. Like this.

- What?

[Lenny] Oh, no.

[Lenny groans]

Just get it over with.

Wait a minute.

Do me a favor, don't chew me.

- l'm not for that.

- l'm not gonna eat you.

Don't do the whole

head trip thing with me.

Listen to me.

Don't move until l tell you.

- [growls]

- Ahhh! Back up.

That's it, Len. There you go, buddy.

That's it. Wave those fins, baby.

Dig in.

[snarls] Look, l'm just pretending

so you can get away.

Now, when l turn around, you take off.

Tastes just like chicken.

Mmm. Mmm.

Oh, no.

- What did l tell you?

- l'm sorry, l didn't get it.

- You want me to go now?

- Just go.

That's it. l've had it up to here.

[snarls]

- Oh, no.

- Hurry, swim.

- No, Frankie, wait.

- No! Get your boy, get your boy!

- [clang]

- [thudding]

[distant rumbling]

[gasps] Frankie.

- [thud]

- [Frankie] Lenny?

[coughs]

- Lenny, is that you?

- l'm here, Frankie.

- Come closer.

- Yes, what is it?

l'm so cold.

That's just because we're cold-blooded.

- Ow!

- Moron.

Frankie, no...

[wails] No!

This is all my fault.

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