Shark pack, I need your help.
It's time for a shark food taste test!
That's a no to pickles, no to chorizo,
no to mac and cheese
and a no to the meatball sub.
Not fish sticks!
I propose we take a different approach to food.
I made this with my molecular gastronomy kit.
-Huh? -Your what?
Molecular gastronomy.
It's like cooking with chemistry.
This tiny cube tastes just like a rotisserie chicken.
It'll be irresistible!
Not fish sticks.
Wow, considering sharks will eat pretty much anything,
he's really picky.
Don't give up!
We have one last dish to try: brussels sprouts.
Ew!
No one likes brussels sprouts.
I guess this taste test is as good as over.
Ooh!
He… likes them?
Like them? I think this is love!
More, more, more!
Bam, he loves it! Where'd you get them?
From the mega planet of Brusseltron!
Just kidding!
I got them from Mr. Hughball down at the farmers' market.
He's a real sprout head nowadays.
Oh, that must be why his garden's so stinky.
Sprouts, sprouts, sprouts!
Wow, sprouts. We did it!
And brussels sprouts are so cheap,
we can buy a ton with our money, right?
Our money?
Oh, fine.
My problems are solved!
Goodbye fish sticks, hello brussels sprouts.
Oops!
That's the last of them, Sharkdog.
Don't worry, bud.
I'll head to Mr. Hughball's stall
to get more sprouts first thing in the morning.
-Goodnight. -Night, Max.
Sprouts, sprouts!
Yeah!
Sprouts!
Sprouts, sprouts, sprouts!
Sprouts.
Yum!
Intruder alert!
-Intruder alert? -Intruder alert.
My beautiful, itty-bitty brussels?
Must be that blasted raccoon again!
Hey, raccoon!
Who's got two thumbs and is coming for you?
This guy!
Where are you?
Oh, there you are, you little…
Got you! Over here.
No, over here.
I can hear you, raccoon!
My beautiful big brussels!
Oh, I've had it, raccoon!
This is your sprout-pocalypse.
Aha!
Ah!
No!
What was that?
Got you!
Uh oh.
End of the line, raccoon.
Yeah!
What? Wh…
Where'd you go?
Time to go!
Mummy…
Uh oh.
Sharkdog?
-Oh, honey! -It wasn't me!
Max?
Hi, mum. Hi, dad.
What is that awful smell?
Why am I suddenly craving brussels sprouts?
My chemistry cooking experiment failed.
Well, exploded.
It's called…
mamarnotoponis glopontopomi.
It's the newest thing for chefs like me.
At this time of night?
Huh?
Sorry about all this.
I guess I just wanted a midnight snack.
Well, at least I'm glad to see you
finally eating something other than fish.
Alright. Bed now! Clean up tomorrow.