Let’s be honest, Sharks flying through the sky?
Totally plausible. Here’s Proof.
Those poor people. Never saw it coming.
But now YOU can control the shark-invested chaos. Remote control shark, complete with everything you need to send your town into screaming havoc, out of fear of another Sharknado.
In fact, we found this product review from George Takei. Yes, THAT George Takei.
“Brad and I caught Sharknado on ScyFy and had a good laugh. Brad in particular kept going on about how preposterous the whole notion was of a freak hurricane in LA bringing a deluge of airborne sharks.
You can guess the prank I pulled next. I waited until we had planned one of our home camping adventures in our backyard (Note: the AIR SWIMMER flying shark requires a good amount of space to operate, and definitely don’t try it in high winds). I was in my Eagle Scout outfit and had just blown a rousing “Taps” on the trumpet to bring an end to our day. Brad had just doused our small fire carefully and plished off his fourth s’more, and true to form had broken out his harmonica to begin a lonesome “Swing Low, Sweet Chariot.”
I excused myself, claiming I needed to go “visit nature” before turning in. When I was just out of sight, I ducked behind our tool shed and grabbed the AIR SWIMMER remote controls. To add to the ruse, I used my Bluetooth enabled smartphone to play the theme from Jaws on the jambox I’d hidden inside the tent.
The harmonica playing stopped. “George?” Brad called out, standing slowly up and wiping some sticky marshmellow from his chin.
It was a low, unmistakable rumbling, as if from the depth of the darkest ocean. Brad’s flashlight was out, scanning the tree-tops. Preposterous indeed! At just the right moment, I maneuvered the Air Swimmer into the clearing.
Brad’s flashlight flew up, illuminating the terrible jaws of this Jaws. I’d painted the mouth and teeth with a bit of red and hung a stuffed sleeve and fake hand from it for added effect. He yelled and fell back into the tent, tangling himself amongst the cords and nylon. The AIR SWIMMER dove down, and he screamed again, then, to his credit, he managed to grab hold of a flare gun and fired. The flare struck and propelled my Jaws up and into the air, then burst its guts across much of lower Hollywood.
Thankfully, by the time the authorities arrived we had packed up the evidence and were sipping chamomile tea in our kitchen.
“Did you happen to see a flying shark in the vicinity?” the officer asked.
“You’ve been watching too much television,” I replied, returning to my tea. Brad rolled his eyes and had another s’more.”
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