Shark Tale Page #5

- Go get 'em, tiger.

- Woo! Biceps, triceps.

[laughs, growls]

- All right, Oscar.

- Go get 'em, Oscar.

- [growls]

- [whistling]

[Oscar sobs and wails]

[shark] Lenny.

Where the heck is he? Lenny!

Hey. What are you doin'?

There's a sharkslayer out here.

You wanna be next?

Oh, yeah...

[whispers] Lenny? Lenny?

- [sighs with relief] That was close.

- [Lenny] Super close.

Don't panic.

[muffled scream]

Quiet. We're safe.

- Oh, no, not you again.

- Yeah.

- Ah! What was that?!

- Yo! What is with you, man?

- Shh! He could be anywhere.

- Who?

Shh! The Sharkslayer.

- There's no sharkslayer out here.

- [chuckles] Yes, there is.

[mimics chuckle] No, there is not.

Trust me on this one.

Get a hold of yourself, man.

This is no time to act crazy.

You the one acting crazy, crazy.

[sighs] You're right. l'm sorry.

l haven't been myself since the...

the, uh,...

Don't cry.

[cries in anguish]

No, no, it's not all that. Just relax.

lt's my fault... kinda... not really...

but still. My brother...

You just need a little time, man.

Look, things'll work out.

- You think?

- Yeah.

So, look, l'm gonna take off...

And you should just go home, okay?

- Okay.

- Hey, good luck, dawg.

- Wait.

- What, man?

- l didn't catch your name.

- Oscar.

- l'm Lenny. Hi.

- Hi.

Where do you live?

Lenny, where l come from, fish

don't like to get grabbed by sharks.

- Sorry.

- Go home.

There is no home for me now.

Don't you understand?

- You too big to be grabbing on me.

- Take me home with you.

You won't even notice l'm there.

l'm like the invisible shark.

Are you crazy?

[sobs] Please. l'm begging you.

Don't leave me alone.

[kid] Put your fins on the wall

where l can see 'em.

- Gotcha.

- Hey. Yo, The Shorties.

- Oscar.

- What y'all doin' here?

- Check out my mad burner.

- [all] Whoop, there it is.

How ya like that?

Hey, y'all kids got some skills.

lt's wild style, doo.

What did l tell you?

You kids shouldn't be doin' this.

And besides, it's not safe

to be out here at night.

lt is now, bro-bro.

You the Sharkslayer.

Yeah, bro-bro.

- Sharkslayer?

- What was that?

[coughs loudly]

Sometimes l be coughin' for nothin'.

l need you off these streets, seriously.

Get your butts home. l'll tell your moms

y'all doin' bad stuff.

- Let's go make Mr. Sykes puff up.

- Yeah.

- Bye, Oscar.

- [kid] See ya later, doo.

Lenny.

Did you see what just happened there?

l know. [laughing]

They think you're the Sharkslayer.

As if. [cackles]

l don't appreciate

your funky tone, actually.

No, wait up. Hey.

l'm sorry, seriously.

l don't want you mad at me,

and l certainly

don't want you to [sniggers] slay me.

You're having a good time?

You're enjoying yourself?

Well, for your information,

l am the Sharkslayer.

Oscar the Sharkslayer.

That's what people be sayin'.

- Wait. You mean, you...

- Yeah.

When the anchor...

[gasps] Oh, you're a liar.

Hey, l didn't lie, all right?

All right, l lied.

But it was a little lie.

Come on, who's it gonna hurt anyway?

Man, l'm not explaining

myself to you.

- You're on your own.

- No problem.

And if, God forbid,

someone should, l don't know,

find out the truth about the Sharkslayer

on my way back...

- You wouldn't.

- l would.

Uh... [tuts, sighs] Tssk!

Come here.

Of course you can come with me.

But, you know,

you're a shark, right?

And l'm a Sharkslayer,

so we can't be seen together.

- You dig, dog?

- Dig. Dog.

Dog dig. Dig dog.

Yeah, yo diggy dog.

Just come on.

OK, Lenny, follow my every move

and don't make a sound.

You got it.

Ooh, an echo.

Echo. [echoes]

Now batting

for the Southside Sharks...

- [smacking]

- [Lenny] Ow! lt's not okay to hit.

- [smacking]

- [Lenny] Ow! lt's not okay to hit.

[ Justin Timberlake & Timbaland:

Good Foot]

[siren]

- Ooh-ee

- Shh!

- [thud]

- [Lenny yelps]

Ow!

- [shrieks]

- [crashing]

- Get your tail in there.

- Do you think anybody heard that?

Who was that? Who?

Hey. Who's out there?

Yo. Crazy Joe.

l thought l heard something.

Did you get that shark?

You have no idea, Joe.

That's great. Well, gotta go.

My show's on.

[ Theme From The Benny Hill Show]

[Crazy Joe laughs]

All right.

We're safe. For now.

Ahh.

Hey, a bed.

Oh, yeah, that's good.

That's heaven, yeah.

Snuggly, buggly, wuggly.

l love you, man.

- Whoa. Hold up.

- You're my new best friend.

Stop it.

OK, you wanna be friends? Fine.

But we gotta lay down some rules.

Rule number one:

No snuggly, buggly...

Whatever that just was.

You got it. Anything else?

Rule number two,

and this is the most important rule.

ln the event that possibly

you get hungry...

Don't worry, l won't eat anyone.

lf you haven't noticed,

l'm different from other sharks.

Let's put it that way,

leave it at that. Good night.

- Define ''different''.

- You'll laugh.

l'm not gonna laugh.

That's what you say,

and then what happens? You laugh.

Lenny, l give you my word.

Okay, l will tell you.

l'm... l'm a vegetarian.

[stifles laugh] Hold up.

- So that's it?

- Tch! What do you mean, that's it?

You're the first fish l ever told.

l'm tired of keeping it a secret.

And my dad,

he'll never accept me for who l am.

What's wrong with me?

Nothin' is wrong with you, man.

l think all sharks

should be like you.

God, that's sweet of you to say.

And stop blaming yourself

for what happened.

Really?

lf you wanna blame anybody,

blame me.

lf l hadn't been there in the first

place, none of this would've happened.

Jeez, if Pop knew that,

he'd ice you for sure.

''lce''. What's he,

the Godfather or something?

- Yeah.

- Whatcha mean, ''yeah''?

- Yeah, he is.

- [gulps]

Hey. Are you all right?

Hey. Are you all right?

[screams]

- [laughs]

- [bleeping]

- Man. l told ya.

- l'm doing it.

X, circle, X X, double left square,

right trigger, down, square, square.

- Double square. Respect.

- Respect.

l've got news for you.

The Sharkslayer made me his manager.

So l'm now, what l like to call,

untouchable. You hear me?

- Sykes.

- Hey, Oscar.

Oh! Hey!... Sykes?

Hey, there he is.

My brotha, my player, the Sharkslayer.

- Whatever. Listen...

- Now you'll have to pay me protection.

Sykes. The deal is off.

That shark l killed was Don Lino's son.

- l know. Ain't it great?

- Not if he finds out.

What do you mean?

He's on the phone right now.

That's right, l got the Sharkslayer

right here in front of me.

And he's gonna slay you

and all your sharks.

Sykes, shut up! Shut up!

Hey, that's good, l like that.

- Shut up, Lino. Shut up.

- [Oscar sighs]

- What? Kid, he wants to talk to you.

- No. l'm not here.

Yeah, he's right here.

- [gently] Hello.

- Shut up? Shut up?

- You don't tell me ''shut up''.

- [beeping on line]

- Hello?

- How you doin'?

Give me a pie with everything on it.

Anchovies, meatballs...

- Luca.

- Hi, Boss.

- Why you working in a pizza joint?

- Get off the phone!

- But l'm hungry.

- [sighs]

My guys are coming for you, Sharkslayer.

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