The four of us DIVE down into the control room.

Smoke pours down after us. Coloured lights and laser beams flash around the room, while spacey into music bounces off the walls.

Hunter cups her fins around her mouth and yells, ‘Presenting … Gnarly Gnelson, Harriet Heartfins, Grayson Glitter aaaand Felix Frenzy, of the one and only JAWSOME!’

We sail into formation as the song strikes up and I start to sing.

‘What the devilfish is going on?’ cries Doctor Finrot. ‘How did JAWSOME get here?’

The A.B.B.A. agents all stop what they’re doing and watch as I rap out the song.

While I do my best robot dance, Hunter, Gilleon and Gnash boogie around the tied-up agents. The anglerfish are so mesmerised by my finterstellar dancing, they don’t even notice I’m performing solo. As I rap and bust moves, Hunter, Gilleon and Gnash use the laser pointers to zap through the agents’ bonds. Then they sail back to me, ready for our

‘It’s time to INVADE!’ we shout together.

As soon as we sing the last word, the F.I.S.H. agents jump into action, shooting net guns and lasers. Sharks and anglerfish swim in all directions.

It’s CHAOS!

Doctor Finrot looks around the control room. Seeing the F.I.S.H. agents are free, she turns on her tail and scurries out the door.

‘MUMMYYYYYYYYY!’ she cries at the top of her gills.

‘Quick!’ cries Hunter. ‘We have to disable the shrink ray!’

The four of us race over to the main computer. Hunter bashes on the keyboard. ‘The program’s encoded. I can’t break it!’

Gnash gently pushes her out of the way. ‘Gnash can do it.’

Gilleon, Hunter and I watch as Gnash plugs his headphones to the computer. Then he tippity-taps away on the keyboard. At first it looks like random tapping, but then we realise...it’s a beat.

‘He’s cracking A.B.B.A.’s algae-rhythm!’ cries Gilleon. ‘GO, GNASH!’

Gnash taps. He drums. He raps his knuckles and bangs his fists. He even drums with his head!

Then …PING!

The countdown stops.

‘Gnash!’ Hunter, Gilleon and I all cry, squeezing our giant friend in a hug. ‘YOU DID IT!’

‘Gnash not just like rhythm,’ he says, grinning wide. ‘Gnash love it.’

Suddenly the music stops. The flashing lights are cut off, and the smoke disappears.

Agent Con and Agent Frond glide up to us.

‘That was FIN-CREDIBLE!’ Agent Con cries. ‘You helped defeat A.B.B.A. and disabled the shrink ray. You are some seariously clever rock stars!’

‘How can we ever thank you?’ says Agent Frond.

Hunter and I exchange a look. ‘All we really want is our friend back,’ says Hunter.

Agent Con gives us a wide smile. ‘Oh, I think we can do one better than that.’

The next morning, F.I.S.H. awards the four of us with GOLD CLAMS, the highest medal in the whole organisation.

Right after the award ceremony Agent Con whisks us off to the subport. She’s offered to take us to Shell-bania in a supersonic F.I.S.H. sub so we get to the contest on time. Euro-fishin will be a piece of chum after what we’ve just done!

As we board our private sub to Shell-bania, I pull Gnash aside.

‘Hey, Gnash?’ I say.

‘What up, Finley?’

‘Um, I’m sorry we all underestimated you,’ I say, rubbing my neck. ‘You really are one seriously fin-tastic shark.’

‘Thanks,’ says Gnash, beaming brightly. ‘Gnash think Finley awesome, too.’

‘Naw,’ I say, grinning. ‘We’re JAWSOME. And that’s even better.’