The Adventures of Sharkboy and Lavagirl 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, Eggbat...

and Crackett.

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, I have a 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.

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.

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