Swamp Shark Page #2

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up to three weeks in freshwater.

How do you know

all this stuff?

He's a genius.

Not really.

I just watch a lot of cable.

Oh, great.

We don't need your help,

sheriff.

Is that any way to greet

your future husband, Rachel?

You know my presence out here

isn't optional.

I got a report of a gunshot

fired at 5:
00 in the morning.

You know I got to check it out.

Mandling out here?

Sheriff!

What the heck is that?

Looks like Jackson came back

out here

for some kind of payback.

You want to tell me about it?

I... i don't know

what you're talking about.

I bet your brother does.

I've seen a lot

of crazy things down here.

I'm not saying it's impossible.

I'm going to need

to bring you in for questioning.

I ain't did nothing.

I'm not saying you did,

swampy.

Well, what's the charge?

He's not being charged yet.

I just got to get to the bottom

of what happened out here

last night.

I already told you

I ain't did nothing.

Hey, sheriff!

What the hell is that?

Oh, God.

I think it's Jackson.

Oh, hell, no.

What'd you do, chop him up

and feed him to your gators?

He wouldn't do that.

I didn't even see Jackson

after he left yesterday,

and that's the truth.

So unless you got some evidence

that shows otherwise,

why don't you

just leave us alone

and go find out

what really happened?

I know what happened.

Well, are you going

to tell me,

or are you going

to keep it a secret?

It was the shark.

what?

I saw a shark last night.

I came out here,

and the gator pen

was all torn up,

and I saw it, I shot at it,

and it swam away...

It must have been coming

in here to eat our gators,

and maybe Jackson got

in the way.

I heard it all.

You're telling me

that there's a shark

in the swamp.

- Actually, medulla...

- Shut up.

Now, you listen to me.

I'm going to call

judge Masterson,

and I'm going to tell him

to shut this circus down

till we can figure out

what's happening around here.

- You can't do that.

- Watch me.

Sheriff Watson,

this is headquarters. Over.

This is the sheriff.

Sheriff, we have a 398

in progress.

I'm on the way.

I'll be back, cupcake.

He can't do this.

We got a 398 over on...

looks like drop 17.

He's not going

to be gone long.

What are we going to do?

Look for new jobs?

He wanted to shut us down

before his deputy got mangled.

Do whatever you want.

I'm going hunting.

- For what?

- For whatever I saw.

That thing

ripped our gators to shreds.

Whatever it is,

it probably killed Jackson too.

I say we hunt it, we kill it,

we bring it back

to sheriff Watson,

clear our names,

and save the business.

Rach, listen to yourself.

It's just a restaurant.

this restaurant, okay?

It's all we have.

I'd rather burn in hell

than be the one

that didn't bring us to 50.

We don't even know

what it is.

How do you hunt something

you know nothing about?

I may not know what it is,

but I know how to find it.

The insurance company

made me get them.

I didn't think

I'd ever have to use them.

Wait a second;

There are tracking chips

in all of the gators?

Yup.

- Password?

- Whodat, one word.

So if your loch ness monster

ate these gators,

then the tracking devices

are in its stomach?

Along with the rest

of the gator.

Obviously.

According to the website,

every ten minutes,

it uploads its location

to the satellite.

If it's moving,

we should get a history...

Look at that.

Looks like they're having

a town meeting.

Or that thing ate

every last piece of them.

Even if we do catch it,

how does that prove anything?

Easy, they can cut it open

and identify the gators

by their tracking chip.

How do we prove

what happened to Jackson?

They can take a mold

of its teeth

and then match it

to the bite marks on the arm.

What?

Catch a shark,

save the restaurant.

Who's in?

Damn it.

# 'Cause I'm a little sick

of it #

# don't care

what the doctor said #

# sure miss your company #

# so blow your nose

and stomp with me #

Are you kidding me?

I'll talk to 'em.

What the hell is this?

- What?

- The Dukes, the cooler.

This is a hunting trip,

not a picnic.

Well, I'm wearing the shorts

'cause they're easy to move in,

and what's in the cooler

ain't no picnic.

Well, the cooler can come,

but you gotta stay.

Mom and dd

would have let me go.

Mom and dd ain't here,

are they?

Rachel and me are,

and we're not letting you go.

It's not fair.

Look, I know you guys

really want to go,

but if anything happened to you

out there,

I couldn't live with myself,

okay?

We understand.

Look, I have an app

that's running

that'll track the shark for you.

Just be careful.

Thanks, Martin.

What are you doing here?

Coming with you.

But you don't know

where we're going.

Shark hunting. Small town.

We've got plenty of people.

Did you hear me?

Yeah.

Dude definitely comes along.

Who is this guy?

I still don't think

it's a good idea.

He's a stranger.

But he's been coming

to the shed for a while now.

So what? That doesn't mean

you can trust him.

Why not?

Just... i don't like him.

Something about him.

I think you're jealous.

- Of him?

- Yeah.

Right.

That's ridiculous.

Hey!

You're not really going

to call those guys, are you?

Why? What do you care?

They were nice.

"Nice. " More like in heat.

Yeah, well, it's not a crime

for a guy to like me, you know.

I... i just...

you just what?

Nothing.

Hey, stop the boat!

The transmitters say we're here,

but the tags haven't moved

for over an hour.

That's weird.

I found one.

Where?

Look, there's more.

Either our gators

disintegrated,

or that thing took a huge...

watch out!

Shark!

Did you freaking see that shark?

- You were right, rach.

- Yeah.

We gotta get out of here!

We came here

to hunt that thing.

I thought you wanted to help.

That was when I thought

you were seeing things.

We gotta call the sheriff now.

Kill it and go home.

Yo, look!

I got this.

Are you crazy?

Oh, my God.

Didn't even flinch!

Got it!

It's trying to sink us.

- I said stop it.

- Get off the wheel.

You want to get eaten?

Where are we going, Tyler?

What are you doing, Tyler?

Getting us out of here.

- Give me the wheel.

- No, I got it.

Tyler, we're smokin' real bad.

You got to slow down, man.

Come on!

You're going

to burn this thing out.

Oh, my knee!

# What up? What up?

What up? What up? #

# what up? What up? What up? #

# get your hands in the air #

# get your hands in the air #

Dude, that was classic.

- Damn it, Scott!

- Are you all right?

- What is your problem?

- Are you serious?

Like, you are absolutely...

- are you all right?

- I'm fine.

That was hilarious.

- Damn it.

- They're going to hear us.

You guys are...

they don't even know

where they are,

let alone where we are.

I know.

But can't we go somewhere

a little more private?

I hate you,

and I hate that you're...

You know, I did see

a little boat

tied up at the dock.

What you think?

Want to take it for a spin?

Whose is it?

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