For a flounder, yeah. This always seemed likely.

Iceberg challenges shark to fisticuffs.

I don't think he wants to hurt us.

I think he just wants a snack.

Frizz, what are you doing?

Check it out. Here you go. Ha!

What kind of noises are those?

He's friendly.

Frizz, maybe...

Hold up. Shark and I are having a moment.

I'm going to call him Stephen.

You want to keep him?

Haven't we been through something like this before in another episode?

Please, can I keep him? Please, please, please?

I promise to feed him, take care of him, and sharpen his teeth every day.

And it's the right thing to do. I just know it.

Fine.

Yes! Come on, Stephen. Let's ride!

Whoa!

Sit up, Stephen.

Frizz, we've been starving a lot to feed Stephen. It's slowing us down.

Yeah, we're starting to think sharks aren't meant to be pets.

And he keeps chewing on boats!

What?

Stephen just needs a full tank and then we'll be zooming all over the place.

Ice Bear predicts further complications.

There's not going to be any further complications.

Hey! That's my shark!

Ah! A further complication!

Your motorcycle's a... shark?

Oh!

Fork over my shark or I'll suck you so hard you'll soil your pants!

Ice Bear doesn't wear pants, or take threats lightly.

Your shark? Who do you think you are making such wild allegations?

I'm Lorraine, and that there is my shark, Mi Tiburon!

I don't believe you. Prove it!

Fine! I'll prove it so hard you'll soil your pants.

Again with the pants.