Everybody thinks you slayed the shark.

- Who am I to tell them they're wrong? - How could you lie to me? Me!

Don't take it personally. Come on, I lied to everybody.

All right, look, I'm sorry. I totally betrayed you,

but listen, I got just one little problem I gotta take care of.

- Oh, what's that? - Sharks are coming to get me!

And they should. I mean, what'd you expect?

You'd take credit for killing a shark,

and then everything would be fine and dandy for the rest of your life?

Uh... yeah.

But, hey, don't you worry about it.

Me and Lenny got it. We gonna fix it.

"We"? I don't want any part of this.

Too late, veggie-boy. They're lookin' for you, too.

Point taken. What's the plan?

- This is what we gonna do. - Here's the plan.

You tell the truth. And, you, go home.

All right, look, this is what we're gonna do.

We're gonna paint you up all bloody. A mess, right?

Then you gonna swim out and meet the sharks before they get here.