Cannonball!
I.J. scores. Yes!
Perfect 10! Yeah!
The crowd loves him!
A perfect dweeb is more like it.
Come on. Dive in.
Please. Who knows what nasty, slimy things
are slithering around in there? I rest my case.
What's the point in camping by a lake if you're afraid to get wet?
Knock it off, midget.
Hey, what's happen—
Very funny, Ben. I'm not falling for it.
Ben?
Ben? >> You should have seen the look on your face.
Ah, priceless.
You are so busted when I tell grandpa.
Ha ha ha!
I can't believe she fell for it.
A monster in the lake.
How dumb can you be?
And stuck itself upon his wrist with secrets that it hid
Now he's got super powers He's no ordinary kid
He'll turn into an alien before your very eyes
He's funny, freaky, fast and strong
Fighting all evil from earth or space
He'll never stop till it's OK
'Cause he's the baddest kid to ever save the day
I was just attacked by a giant lake monster.
Hello. Current events.
You already got me with that one.
But I'm not kidding this time.
Come on, champ. Joke's over.
But I—
Get some sleep. Remember we have an early day
tomorrow for our fishing trip.
No. Really. It was humongous with these red glowing eyes.
I'm sure it was just some kind of big fish.
That's all. >> Yeah.
So give the mega fish story a rest.
Will you, Captain Dweeb?
Breakfast?
Oh, Ben, gross. What's with the bucket of slimies?
Bait. >> Yeah.
Well, I think I'm going to pass on the fishing thing.
I'll stay here and catch some sun instead.
OK. But you don't know what you're missing.
I'm pretty sure I do.
Captain Shaw? >> Who wants to know?
I'm max Tennyson, and this is my grandson Ben.
We chartered your boat today for a fishing trip.
Well, what are you waiting for?
An engraved invitation? Get aboard.
I ain't got all day.
Anything interesting to catch out there today?
More than you can imagine.
Looks like your boy's using his breakfast as chum.
Ben, you feeling OK? >> Yeah.
I'm just keeping an eye out for the lake monster.
That thing's not taking me by surprise this time.
Whoa! There it is!
Oh, my bad.
Now, Ben, this is a fishing trip, not a monster hunt.
It's called the Krakken.
Whoa. You know about it?
It's my business to know about it.
I've been on its tail for years. Folks say my rudder's not right.
Why doesn't that surprise me?
Sightings go back hundreds of years on this very lake.
Some say it's a myth. Not me.
I could take you to a spot where I personally laid eyes upon the beast—
that is, if you got the stomach for some real adventure.
I guess so. >> All right!
Sonar. Hi-def video setup. Ultrasound.
I got it all, and I will find it.
Mark my words.
It can't hide forever.
Ben, I don't want you to put too much stock into what Mr. Shaw says.
I don't think he has both oars in the water, if you know what I mean.
Why? Just because he saw the Krakken, too?
Do not enter? What's going on?
Looks official. Maybe we should turn back.
Nonsense. This is my lake, and I'll go wherever I—
Fishing boat, stop where you are.
I am Jonah Melville, the founder of friends of fish.
We've closed this section of the lake for an environmental study.
You'll have to turn your boat around.
Suppose you make me, fish hugger.
Well, since I chartered the boat for the day, I believe I'm in charge.
Isn't that right, Captain?
Aw, I suppose. >> But what about the Krakken?
The Krakken?
Not that old fish story. Look.
I'm a marine biologist,
and anybody who tells you they've seen a monster in this lake is casting without a hook.
The sonar. We found something.
Or something found us. Look!
The Krakken!
It's heading for the docks.
Gwen.
Ah, finally a little sun.
And with my bigmouth cousin nowhere in sight,
I can just lay back and relax.
How many times does that doofus think I'm gonna fall for this?
Aah!
That's not Ben.
I told you. It's real.
The Krakken lives!
Sail now. Gloat later.
Someone's got to rescue those people.
Ripjaws to the rescue.
Hey, I said Ripjaws, not Accelerate.
Stupid watch.
Here goes nothing.
Whoa! >> You OK?
I think so.
Thanks for the save.
Hey, you did that on purpose.
Get us out of here!
Whoa!
No, you don't!
Thanks for the hand and the feet.
What's so important in that crate that you'd risk your life for it?
Um, our lunch.
You almost got munched for a few sandwiches?
Uh-oh. Sorry. Gotta run.
Almost there.
I think I'm— yaah!
Make it.
Man overboard. Shaw, Ben is overboard.
Bring the boat around.
Next time you're in my sights, you won't be so lucky.
See? I told you so.
That was the same thing that tried to munch me last night.
Captain Shaw and I were right. Just because he was right
about the Krakken doesn't mean I was wrong about him.
I want you to stay away from that guy.
He's trouble.
You're just being stubborn. >> Yeah.
Don't you just hate people like that?
We'll leave this to the experts, Ben.
Like those friends of fish guys.
Experts? Who better to snag a lake monster
than the guy with the monster buster on his wrist?
I'm afraid this is just gonna have to be the one that got away, son.
Lowdown, no-good fish kissers.
Captain Shaw, what is it?
The nerve of those enviro-punks.
They shut down the entire lake.
Nobody tells me where to sail.
And nobody's gonna keep me away from reeling in the catch of the century.
Nobody.
Come on, Ben. What did you do?
Fall in?
Hey, no stowaways on my boat, even if you are only a filthy rat.
First mate Tennyson reporting for duty, sir.
She's probably been chased deep by our fishy friends.
Only one way to flush her out— with a little live bait.
Maybe I should go with you. You know, just in case.
No need. I've got my dive body right here.
Wish me luck.
Don't you know night diving is dangerous, old-timer?
Unless, of course, you went with a friend.
I work alone. I ain't got no friends.
And with a sparkling personality like yours?
I haven't anything worth stealing either.
Ah. But you have us all wrong.
All we want is some information.
Like, what did you see down there?
Nothing. Same as always.
Well, I have to be sure.
Come on. Work.
Take Ahab here with us.
Find out if he knows anything back at the cannery.
We'll come back later with a mini-sub to snag the rest of the eggs.
In the meantime, I think his boat just got lost at sea.
It's hero time.
Is that a bird?
Nah. Looks like a plane.
It's a bug! Man the harpoons.
Give it up. You are totally busted.
Whoa!
Oh, man.
My wings are too wet for takeoff.
Let's squish that bug once and for all.
Aw, come on. Come on! Dry off!
It's getting too crowded around here.
Dump the trash overboard.
Almost there.
Oh, not again.
Any sign of Ben and Shaw?
Not yet.
Yow!
Uh!
I hate it when that happens.
And the Krakken's nest was full of eggs.
No wonder she's been attacking everything.
Jonah must be stealing her eggs.
And I think I know who Jonah is.
I did a little checking on friends of fish
and found out it's not listed on any environmental web site.
But I did find this.
Jonah Melville isn't a friend to any kind of wildlife.
He travels around the world poaching rare animals,
then crates them up and sells them to private collectors.
Crates them up? Oh, man.
I bet that crate the Krakken took off their boat had her egg in it.
Looks like we were both a little too hardheaded.
We've gotta stop them.
They said something about going back to a cannery.
All this talk doesn't change a thing.
Mommy or not, that beast is mine.
Let's go. I've a spare boat down at the docks.
It'll take a while until the police can get here.
What are you doing? Get back here.
Sorry, Captain. >> You don't know what you're doing.
A monster's a monster, and I know a monster when I see one.
Careful, or you'll be cleaning up the world's most expensive omelet.
After we sell these babies to the highest bidder,
we'll be kicking back on a beach in the Bahamas.
See if you can find the eggs. What about you?
I'm gonna kick some friends of fish tail.
The bigger the Krakken, the bigger the payday.
You want to mess with a monster?
Try me on for size.
All right, buddy. We can do this the easy way or the hard way.
Go high.
Is this the easy way or the hard way?
My eggs!
They aren't your eggs.
Rescuing babies— very heroic but not very smart.
Hang here for a while
until the police find a nice dry cell for you.
Good riddance to bad rubbish.
Got one. I finally got me a Krakken.
One of the eggs must have hatched.
Imagine this trophy mounted on my wall.
I think your catch of the day isn't exactly as advertised.
But I could have sworn.