The Adventures of Sharkboy and Lavagirl in 3-D

Sharkboy was not always

half shark, half boy.

He was a marine biologist -

or at least, in training.

His father studied

great white sharks,

and called his son "Sharkboy" because of

how much he loved to care for the sharks.

He made them sushi

and had given them all names:

Goodmilk, Peggy, Eggbattle

and Kraken.

But one day an incredible,

mysterious storm appeared.

It swept away the entire laboratory.

Sharkboy!

Thanks to their life rafts,

Sharkboy and his father survived.

But they survived

on different sides of the wreckage,

each floating off in a

different direction.

Sharkboy!

Sharkboy was completely alone.

Almost completely.

But one of the sharks

recognized him.

Hey, it's Sharkboy.

Don't take a bite outta him, boys -

he's a friend.

They took Sharkboy to their cave home,

where he'd be safe and dry.

His new family were sharks.

Hundreds of sharks.

The sharks raised him

as one of their own,

training him in the

ways of the shark.

You must keep moving to survive.

Always go forward, never back.

To live by instinct

and instinct alone.

Eventually, he grew gills,

and sharp talons for claws.

His teeth sharpened themselves

to a point.

He grew fins - all sorts of fins.

But that was years ago.

I first met Sharkboy while

fishing on the dock this summer.

He seemed lost.

You have to get a job!

- No, no, I have a job!

- A real job!

So I snuck him home...

Then maybe you should just leave.

...when my parents

were too busy to notice.

I kept him fed and in water.

He had been traveling the universe

in search of his father.

He told me of his latest adventures

on a planet so cool it makes you drool.

He said I too

could go to Planet Drool someday.

Then one night

I was visited by a glowing light.

An amazing girl with purple flames for hair

and skin of molten lava rock appeared.

I called her...

Lavagirl.

She smiled at me,

for that seemed to be her name.

She told me she needed Sharkboy

to return to Planet Drool with her,

for a great crisis was developing.

She asked if I could go with them.

I told her, "I have school tomorrow. "

She gave me a sad look

and flamed away,

taking Sharkboy with her.

I haven't seen Sharkboy

or Lavagirl since then.

And that's what I did this summer.

Enough!

Someone is picking that up.

And it's not gonna be me!

We were supposed to tell true stories.

That is a true story.

- Does Lavagirl have special powers?

- There's no such thing as Lavagirl.

She can...

She can shoot lava out of her hands.

Cool.

How many people think

Max's story is true?

- Not true.

- Made up.

- Not true.

- It's just a made-up story.

If it's true, why don't you bring

Sharkboy and Lavagirl to class tomorrow?

They went away.

I don't know where they went.

Have a seat, Max.

Linus, you're next.

This summer, I met a new friend...

who was half dork, half boy.

I called him Dorkboy.

But his real name was Max.

We had him for dinner, but he stunk

so bad that we all blew chunks.

That's enough, Linus.

Linus, Max, stay.

Come on, Mr. E!

Class, what's my name?

Mr. Electricidad.

Mr. Electricidad, exactly.

Not Mr. Electric,

not Mr. Electrici-tha-tha-tha-tha-tha-tha-tha.

Linus, you just earned a minus

for your behavior today.

This is a new year.

Do you think you can be friends?

No.

Then it's been decided:

You'll be the best of friends.

Which means

no more picking on Max, Linus.

Max.

You're in the fourth grade.

There are some good kids in this class.

Find them. Make friends with them.

Dreaming keeps you from seeing

what's right here in front of you.

This isn't a dream.

This is the real world.

Lost my train of thought.

No dreaming. Got it.

I'll try harder.

What do you have there?

It's my dream journal.

It has all of my most

precious dreams in it.

I'll never part with it

for as long as I live.

You're a good kid, Max.

Max!

Let's be imaginary friends.

You can try and hang with us...

and we'll pretend you don't exist!

Check it out.

Sharkboy gets shocked by electric eels,

and then they feed on his cooked flesh.

Wow, Linus.

Your skills are... weak!

Oh...

I'm gonna burst your bubble, Dream Boy.

You're dead!

Get the book!

Give me the book.

Hand over the book,

or you'll visit the dream world!

Ooh...

Agh...

All right, we got it!

I'll bring you a revised edition tomorrow.

- Max, wake up!

- Dream, Max.

- Open your eyes, Max.

- Eyes open, and dream.

Stay dreaming.

Wake up!

Sharkboy!

And Lavagirl!

Hyah!

Max!

My cookies! My giant cookies!

What are you doing baking sweets? You

know what happens when he eats sugar.

I baked them for his class.

So you could make friends at school,

and now you've gone and eaten all of them.

No, it was Sharkboy and Lavagirl!

Look, this one has shark bites,

and this one is singed!

There's no such thing

as Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

Well, I believe him.

Your mother's right. When you go to sleep

and close your eyes, they may come back.

But when you open 'em again, Sharkgirl

and Lavaboy'll be... outta here.

- But...

- Shh. Mouth closed, eyes closed.

- Now?

- Yes, now.

You can wait till you're in bed

to close your eyes, Max.

Kids need their dreams.

Kids... need to grow up.

He's not making any friends with these cookies!

There's no such thing

as Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

There's no such thing

as Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

Yes, there is!

Stupid plugs.

Please, don't let me have to go to school.

They'll make fun of me, I know it!

I wish I could just escape this loser world

and go to Planet Drool.

Games and toys and laughs and fun...

May there be terrible storms,

rain, sleet, snow, tornadoes...

so I can lay here all day tomorrow

and dream of Drool.

Guess I didn't dream hard enough.

There are plenty of good opportunities out there.

You just need to look.

Ooh, traffic engineer!

Hey.

I was cleaning out my closet

and look what I found.

Remember Tobor?

The robot you tried to build?

Why were you cleaning out your closet?

I had to find one of these.

- Is Mom making you get a real job again?

- Writing is a real job.

- When it pays.

- Max, I'm walking you to school today.

So what do you say?

Wanna finish making Tobor?

It won't work.

- Well, how do you know?

- 'Cause you told me it wouldn't.

I did?

I'm sorry.

I should've never said that.

It's OK. You were right.

Dumb idea.

How did these happen?

The grass was dead anyway.

Why are you so morbid?

I just wish anything could happen

so I wouldn't have to go to school today.

That's not realistic, Max.

It's bad enough your father's head

is in the clouds, but not you too, OK?

Just push that dream aside and move on.

Like with your dream?

The one about you and Dad and me?

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