GERALD: Nothing like a field trip, huh, Arnold? Huh? What?
Oh, are we at the aquarium yet?
GERALD: Not yet.
But, we better get there soon.
Everyone is getting kinda restless.
I'll say.
(LAUGHING)
Look, I'm a whale.
(LAUGHING)
What do you mean you've never been to the aquarium?
Last time we had a field trip there, we were in the first grade,
and I had the chicken pox.
Oh, it was great, man.
They had this tide pool thing,
full of those fat rays, you can touch with your fingers.
It was really slimy and disgusting.
I went back nine times.
And they've got a penguin named Stuart
who eats his own barf.
And Slimo the sea snail,
who can draw a replica of the Mona Lisa with his mucus trail.
Of course, I can do that too.
See? Dweeb!
And they've got Lock Jaw.
ALL: Yeah, Lock Jaw!
Lock Jaw?
Who's Lock Jaw?
(CHATTERING IN BUS)
(SHRIEKING WITH EXCITEMENT)
Wow!
GUIDE: Welcome to the city aquarium.
We have a few simple rules to follow.
No feeding the fish. No tapping on the glass.
No diving in the shark tank. No video cameras. No photography.
No sushi chefs.
(SIGHS)
So, who's Lock Jaw? Are you kidding me?
He's only the scariest sea monster in the ocean.
If there was a battle
between him and a giant squid, Lock Jaw would win.
I heard he could ram a boat with his head and sink it.
I heard he could swallow a kid whole.
And spit out the bones. Lock Jaw, huh?
Cool.
No g*ns, no knives, no plastic expl*sives
and most of all, no skateboards.
Hey, is that Lock Jaw?
Yeah, right.
(GROWL)
Which one's Lock Jaw?
Are you kidding?
Lock Jaw could suck these guys up like vermicelli.
Hey, Arnold, we're going to see Lock Jaw.
Come on.
(CHATTERING)
ALL: Oh!
MAN (ON SPEAKER): And now, presenting the terror of the deep,
the ancient reptile whose ancestors date back over 150 million years,
the mighty Lock Jaw.
(ALL CHEERING)
That's Lock Jaw?
Big deal.
He seemed a lot bigger when we were in first grade.
He's not so scary. What a rip!
(GRUMBLING)
Yes! I got him. Yes!
STINKY: Sad turtle weenie. Bye.
(ALL LAUGHING)
Lock Jaw?
Hey, Lock Jaw?
Hey, man.
ALL: Bye, Arnold.
STINKY: Sorry that turtle bites.
I got him. Yes!
Excuse me, sir, we're selling chocolate turtles
to raise money for our troop trip to Scotland.
Hmm, no thanks.
(MEOWING AND BARKING)
Hi, Grandpa. Hey there, short man.
How do you like my new turtleneck?
It's nice, Grandpa.
Now if I can only find my tortoise shell glasses.
Then I'd really be looking snazzy.
(BLUES MUSIC PLAYING)
(SIGHS)
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
Who is it? It's me, mon Capitan.
I brought you a sandwich.
I'm really not hungry, Grandma.
What's the matter?
I haven't seen you this down since
von Kluck swept through Belgium back in August '14.
I don't know, Grandma.
Let me ask you something, Grandma.
How would you feel if you were living in the ocean
and some scientist put you in a tank?
What? No, sir.
They'll never catch me.
Never. Calm down, Grandma.
It's a hypothetical question.
Why didn't you say so?
See, we went to the aquarium today...
Oh, the big house for fish.
And there's this really old turtle there.
Old, eh? Yeah.
And his shell's all covered with graffiti
and his water's dirty. Kids throw stuff at him.
And he's old? Yeah.
And sad and dirty.
And his tank's too small.
And he's old. Yeah--
Why, this is an outrage. ...and then--
Treating a wise old creature like he's some sort of common criminal.
I think they just-- Come on.
There's not a moment to lose.
But-- I said, come on.
We've got a mission to complete.
I know it's in here somewhere.
(MEOW) Grandma,
what are you doing?
We're taking action.
Righting a wrong. Grasping at straws.
Aha!
Perfect.
(CAR REVIVING)
From now on, call me Chief.
And you're Agent 9.
Take this, Number 9.
It's our gear.
Grandma, do you have a driver's license?
(TIRES SCREECHING) (GRANDMA LAUGHING MANIACALLY)
(TIRES SCREECH)
Grandma, we're trespassing.
This is public property.
Well, we're the public, aren't we?
(CLANGING)
(GRUNTING)
Good, the sentry's not at his post.
Now's our chance. Come on.
You lead, Number 9.
You know where the prisoner's cell is.
GUARD: (CHUCKLING) Here, have a cookie.
Oh, you tossed your cookies.
(CHUCKLING) Here, have a cookie.
(CHUCKLING) Oh, you tossed your cookies again.
(CHUCKLING)
GRANDMA: Oh, my goodness!
This is worse than I thought.
See. I told you.
I know one thing that'll cheer him up.
Hey, I think he's starting to trust us.
Good. Then we can get him out of here.
But, Grandma, isn't that against the law?
Against the law of the King, perhaps,
but against the law of common decency,
I think not.
Don't worry, buddy. We're busting you out of this joint.
Now you're getting the hang of it, number 9.
(BOTH GRUNT) Be careful.
Don't get too close to his mouth.
(SHRIEKS) Grandma?
There darn sleeves are too long.
(BOTH GRUNT)
MAN: (ON SPEAKER) Lock Jaw is a rare and endangered Galapagos tortoise.
He weighs well over 400 pounds.
Wait here, Grandma. I got an idea.
(GUARD LAUGHING) Hey, let's go, big shark.
Come on, jaws.
Bite me. (LAUGHING)
Punch it, Grandma.
Do you think he knows the way to the ocean?
Well, sure, It's instinct.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
Run! Be free!
Go, live and love again.
Hey, Grandma.
Yes, Number 9. You're the best.
So are you, Arnold.
GRANDMA: Now, come on.
All this exercise gives me a hankering for some turtle soup.
(SIGHS)
(CLOSING THEME MUSIC PLAYING)