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Ooh.

- Dude! - Woohoo!

Mussels on sale, for a cockle-ninety-nine!

Hold on, Mommy,

I'm coming! Aah-ooh!

Slow down, I said. Halt!

What's up? My name's Chips.

I'm a cat. I live in Brooklyn.

You see that right there?

That's my local hangout, the Golden Gutter.

Like any cat

saddled up to a bar at eleven A.M.,

I got a story to tell.

And buddy, it's a doozy.

It's got love and betrayal, heartbreak, redemption,

more betrayal, more heartbreak...

a little more betrayal, and some more heartbreak,

and then, finally, actual salvation.

Well, as much salvation as a cat hung up on a lady,

and burdened with the expectations of his father,

can ever hope to claim in this crazy world.

Oh, gosh. My story starts way back,

before I even had my first lick of milk.

Back before my father was even on the scene.

Back to a time when a fish did the impossible.

Oh, that fish had somehow evolved

into a-a landling.

It had developed lungs, and pores,

and, apparently, a serious appetite.

Aah, that's my great-great-great-great gramps.

I know, I know he's a cutie,

but don't get attached to him,

'cause he's about to get eaten by that fish.

Oy.

Told ya.

If you ask me, great-great gramps

was an innocent victim,

in the wrong place at the wrong time.

But if you ask that air-breathing,

big-mitted mutant fish's descendent,

a fish, who goes by the name of Fish,

great-great-great gramps was just another victim

of evolution.

Ooh, there's Fish right now.

Ah, you know he lives out in Brooklyn Bay.

If he'd only just stayed put,

we'd all have been spared a mountain of misery.

But, unfortunately,

Fish got it into his tiny goldfish brain

that he, too, could evolve into a landling.

Thank you, I'm here all week! Try the fries!

Hey, you see that bone on his neck?

It has been handed down from fish to fish,

since the unfortunate incident

with my great-great-great-great gramps,

but for Fish, that bone's the key to his evolution.

To my dad, oh!

It's the ultimate chance at revenge.

That bone belonged to Fish's landling ancestor.

And there is nothing above or below the sea

that Dad has ever wanted more,

which is why he sent me out to get it,

and why he told me that I wasn't welcome back

without it.

I don't believe you.

Get your paws off my doormat,

disgraceful son!

Did you really think that I'd let you back

without the bone?

What do I look like? A furball?!

Away, unworthy son!

You are disowned!

Well, in hindsight, I shoulda plotted a lot better.

What's happening, Fish?

Talking to yourself?

- Of course not! - Oh!

You can see I'm talking to my fish bone.

- Hmm, ah. - How do we go about...

setting the flash on this thing?

Gah!

Now I'm blind!

Everything's gone white!

Excuse me, sir.

Aah! Aaah!

Argh.

Maybe I coulda

explained my predicament to Fish.

And maybe he woulda just given it to me.

But Fish and I, let's just say,

we've never really gotten along.

And the fact that we both had fallen hard for the same gal,

that only made things a lot worse.

Aah...

Ah, she's a catfish

that waits tables at the local diner,

which is where my trouble with Fish and the bone

really began.

Oh, I'd been played by Fish,

and humiliated in front of my father.

But if that scaly little appetizer

thought that I was just gonna roll over,

and let him scratch my belly,

he had another thing coming.

Nothin' like a nice oxygen bubble

to help you breathe on land.

Come on! It's gonna be fantastic.

To your brand new hat, nephew!

Here we are!

- Ah! - Two portions of crunchy fries.

Yum!

Potatoes? Hmm.

What I'd love right now,

is a nice, pudgy fish on a fish bone.

Eat, Bart, before it gets cold.

A lovely... pudgy...

Bart!

Ventilate those gills...

nice and calmly.

Remember, you are my bodyguard.

Yeah-ah-ah!

Bodyguard?

Does that mean I can have your pudgy little body,

all for me, tucked inside my belly?

Delicious!

- Hyah! - Gah!

You know, you have nice teeth, Bart.

Hey, that's Daddy's bone!

No, it's my bone.

It came from my ancestor.

Whatever. Hand it over.

- Hey! - Oh!

Ooh! Ah!

See ya!

Huh?

Arrgh.

Come on!

Oh!

Chips, what are you doing in my sink.

Gettin' stuck.

Well, I'd found the bone.

- And you needed a plan. - Exac-a-tactly.

Let me get this straight...

Little Goldilocks is going to evolve,

just like that?

Okay, let's see it.

I'm waiting.

Little footsie here?

No. And there?

Negative.

It's not exactly a lightning-fast process.

Well, in the meantime, my little fish,

your passport to dry land is me,

and I want you to take me to Caline's new jacuzzi.

But Marraine, what if something happened to you?

Don't be such a scaredy-fish.

Here, grab an oxygen bubble.

And we're off to dry land, and whoop!

Oh, hey.

Ah, well, well, well, what do we have here?

Fish, and that seashell friend of his

who lays bubbles.

To top it off, they brought along

that sidekick and jawbreaker from the deep.

Fish has got a lot of nerve.

They're going to Caline's, of course, which really makes me

wanna go fishing for the big one.

Eh, little Rolfie?

She's quite the hostess, that Caline,

letting me try this out.

It looks even better than on the shopping channel.

I understand this model is even equipped

with a fine tsunami spray.

Here we go-o!

Oof!

Whoa.

Do I get to be a bodyguard in the tsunami, too, Marraine, huh?

Oh, no, little Bartlett.

Don't start getting any ideas now.

Huh? Hmph.

Hm?

Chips, do you read me?

I've got the gear.

Repeat, I've got the gear.

I repeat...

All right, already.

I heard ya.

Operation Fishy, operation. Operation Fishy, operation.

Hmm?

Nah, change of plans.

Oyster's in the jacuzzi.

I repeat, the oyster is in the jacuzzi.

Right, okay Rolf.

Bring the gear, and bring it on the double.

The fries aren't going anywhere, Fish.

So, could you go make sure

Marraine hasn't totaled my jacuzzi

with her shell?

Mm.

Mm, mmkay.

Ah, talk about catching the big one.

This one's more like a blue whale.

- Oh, grrr. - Wow-oah!

Let go!

I'm getting sea sick!

Oh, cod almighty!

Reel out! Reel out!

Bring 'em down here.

Hurry up, razor tooth is on his way.

Give me a break.

Can't you see? I'm reeling and reeling,

but it's not unreeling.

- Ooh. - Wah-ha-ha!

Ah! Oh-oh-oh!

Wah-ha-ha-ha!

Oh, pants!

Hey, way to go, buddy.

Now, try to get Fish so I can catch him.

No-o-o-o!

Brassiere!

There was a DVD for you at reception, Fish.

- Wanna watch it? - A DVD?

- Put it on. - Ho.

Ah.

- It's just horrible! - Oh!

They say that oysters are delicious raw,

- with just a twist of lemon! - Yowza.

Fish, save me!

Please!

Give them the bone.

Give them the bo-o-o-ne!

I was pretty good, eh?

I can do it again with a bit more despair in my voice.

Do I gotta spell it out for ya, Fish?

It's the bone for Marraine, or else.

Or else, ya know, oysters are rich in protein

and low in calories.

And they're, um, a healthy snack, yo.

That DVD should be rated triple X.

I should never have let her come on to dry land.

It's all my fault.

Without Marraine, I'm stuck underwater

like a fish!

Well, this fish advises you

to start evolving, fast.

If you don't want to find Marraine's shell

being used for chip dip.

Ah, crab.

You know full well that without my bone,

I can't evolve. It's my lucky charm.

Oh!

But if he wants the bone, we'll have to give him the bone.

Huh?

Hey, say there, Bart...

Sit you're better at keeping food

than keeping guard,

how about finding me a bone, just like mine?

Hmm.

Okay.

Ah-aaah.

That tickles.

I don't want that... these...

Here, this one should do the trick.

Sorry. Couldn't help it.

Hey, ah... huh?

Ooh.

- Hey, there. - Ah!

No funny games there, Mother Marraine.

You be a nice oyster, or else...

the lemon!

Oh, hands off, you disgusting cat!

Ah, uh...

Don't know where that came from.

Oh.

Hmm.

- Ah. - Eh.

Ah-ha-ha.

You know, those bubbles are fantastic!

Except they're meant for fish,

so that they can breathe on dry land,

not for grossly overweight furballs like you.

Say there, for a cat,

your brain doesn't seem much bigger than a plankton's.

Mother Marraine, you're not my mom, you know.

I can breathe however I want,

- and I want another bubble. - Ah.

They're awesome! Mmm!

Tickles my tongue.

Heh heh.

Ah!

You want more?

Here's another one.

Hmm?

Ah!

You know, uh...

And another one.

Ah!

Yes-s-s!

Ah, mmm.

- Aah. - Mm-hmm.

- Oh! - So how's the old oyster doin'?

Still swimmin' in her soup?

She's doing 'soup'er.

Hey, you losers, aren't you sick and tired

of running after that rotten bone?

By the way, if you plan on keeping me hostage,

you'd better add some salt to my bathwater.

And also, I need some waves,

otherwise I'm going to close, pronto.

Rolf, quick, go get some salt.

Otherwise, she's gonna clam up for good.

B-b-but what in the shell is she doing?

Mm.

Mm-mm.

What barnacle brain put bubble bath in there?

Wh-where has she gone? Do you see her?

Everything's gone pink.

I found something.

She's escaping, I'm tellin' ya!

She's escaping!

Give me your hand, Chips.

She weighs at least a ton.

Where are you?

Oh, there you are. Got her!

- Oh. - Uh!

Mm.

Chips, what in the world are you doing?!

I hope you haven't ruined my jacuzzi.

A bit off here, and a bit off there...

a graft here!

You've gotta make her look old, Synapsis.

My ancestor's bone is at least a hundred.

Oh, you want me

to turn a young bone into an old bone.

Awesome project.

I spend all my time nipping and tucking

to make old bones look young.

I love my job!

Mind leaving us alone, Fish?

It's a masterpiece!

That bone won't even know which one she is.

Wow! They're identical.

The operation was a resounding success, madame.

Why, you don't look a day under a hundred.

Isn't plastic surgery the tops?

Chips, my lifelong enemy.

I'm ready for the tradeoff.

Oh, so you're ready, Goldilocks?

Decided you want your big, fat, shell back, huh?

I'll meet you at the second coral,

on the right, after the gulf stream,

just behind the last rock covered in brown seaweed.

Okay, when?

How about five minutes?

- You'll have the bone? - And you, Marraine?

Yeah-ah-ah!

Heh-heh-heh.

Oh, hey.

Where's Marraine?

They say that oysters are delicious raw,

with just a twist of lemon!

Give them the bone.

- Give them the bo-o-o-ne! - Gimme da bone, gimme da bone.

You heard her.

- I'm coming, Marraine! - I got it!

- I got it, ha-ha-ha! - They say that oysters...

- are delicious raw... - Bloody shells!

This time, I really got taken for a ride.

Give them the bo-o-o-ne!

That coat rack.

It looks like she's back at Caline's!

Caline, it's Fish.

If I'm not mistaken,

it looks like I know whose side you're on.

What do you mean?

is that for a catfish,

you sure prefer cats over fish.

Oh, Fish, how can you say that to me?

You, my favorite fish.

Yeah, yeah.

Except that in the meantime,

you're holding Marraine from me.

Ah!

Fish, it's just that

Chips asked me to do a little favor.

And since when do you follow orders from Chips?

Well, uh, ever since he asked me for a favor, I guess.

Ooh, but, you know, Fish, if you wanted to,

you could ask me for a favor, too.

Okay, I'm gonna ask you a really big favor.

Marraine.

Do what you have to do, and do it on the double.

Ah.

Well, it looks like it's time to set sail, Marraine.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Hmm-m-m.

Wha!

This is excellent work...

which is more than I can say for you, Chips.

No!

Father!

You mean to say that's not the bone

of the dirty cat-eatin' fish who...

Devoured our ancestor?!

How observant of you for once, son.

Yes, that's exactly what I meant to say.

It's not the real bone!

Now get out of my sight!

So, I'm still not allowed to set a paw in the house?

Even for just one day?

One night?

My favorite recipe:

A bubble of oxygen to help me breathe on land,

and some fries!

Hey, Caline, can you give me some more cheese sauce?

Mm. Nom.

Caline, give me a big plate of fried fish, would ya, please?

Right away, Chipsy-kins.

Now, you two be good while I'm gone.

Well, everything all right, Chips?

No-o-o!

My daddy hates me!

Oh, oh please, Fish...

g-g-give me the bone. Please?

No, Bart.

Barnacles.

Why are you getting yourself in such a state?

There's gotta be something your father would like as much

as my lovely, my lovely...

- What? - Uh... uh...

The bones of your cat ancestor, for example.

The one who was eaten up by mine?

Of course!

Just find your ancestor's bones,

then make a necklace for your dad,

and Bob's your uncle!

Then I can keep wearing

my ancestor's bones around my neck,

and everybody's happy.

Yeah, that could work quite well,

if the bones really do exist.

I know exactly where

to find the bones from your ancestors.

Just meet me tonight on the pontoon,

and I'll tell you where to look for them.

But what would you do that for?

Because then I could finally evolve into a landling

without having you on my back every two seconds.

Besides...

Our families have been skirmishing far too long.

Don't you think?

I'll have to think about it.

What, has he become completely spineless?

He didn't even try to steal the fish bone from you.

Just as well, Bart. Whew.

Right.

However, I've got to pull this scheme off

and I don't have much time to do it.

I love when Marraine has the hiccups.

Bubbles for everyone.

I leave the room for five minutes,

and it's chaos.

Hey, do I have to remind you that there are

tons of other fish dying to work here?

Let's go see Problemo.

As I told you, Father,

the bones of our beloved ancestor.

Really?

Well, it is true, I could see myself

wearing them on a necklace,

with a certain sense of pride...

Okay, but what if I brought them to ya?

If you were to bring them to me,

I could, maybe, reconsider my position.

Maybe then, you could come on home.

Ha!

That's all I wanted to know!

Thanks, Father!

Ha! Ha ha! Ha ha ha!

Huh. We've got company.

Yoo-hoo!

Uh...

Hey, yo, Chips.

Hyah.

Hello? You'd think I were...

invisible!

Huh?

Daddy, I'm coming home with the bon-

Rrawr-eeer! Rawr...

from the cat-eating fish that devoured my ancestor.

Yeah, in any case,

he was staring at her as if she were my bone.

Imagine if he went out with Caline.

It would...

Even if he had seven cat lives,

Chips would never have the courage

to tell her he loves her.

She's a cat, Fish,

but that does not make her a pussycat.

For sure.

Unless...

Very good, Fish. Very good, Fish.

Next time, same sequence, but in silence.

Or you could at least make an effort.

We don't exactly get invited out every day!

Oh, I see.

Why don't you just say

you're ashamed to be seen with me?

Hey, have you seen my 3D drawing, uncle?

Oh, yeah, uh... Later, Gus.

I'm busy right now.

Oh!

Aww-huh?

That's exactly what I was after.

- I love you. - Huh?

He's taking away my drawing!

What the shell?

Imbeciles.

Come on, Problemo.

Just one more.

Your homemade mussel juice is so delicious.

I know.

That's three months worth of brewing.

Now, freeloaders, scat!

And next time,

don't try and pawn me off with lumpfish eggs.

No caviar, no mussel juice.

Keep the noise down, will you?

The last thing I need

is for the neighbors to start getting suspicious.

Okay, Problemo. No problemo!

Thanks again, for the delicious, homemade mussel juice.

Remember though, if you get caught,

you'll go straight to jail,

where they'll connect your new flea collar.

If you mess with slimy customers,

you'll end up gutted, for sure.

Here.

With this map, you'll find your ancestor's bones,

no problem.

Huh?

This looks like a complete mess.

Yeah...

Well, it's a very old map, as you can imagine.

First you have to cross the fiery barrel reef,

right there.

Then you'll get to the exact place

where my ancestor ate yours.

It's a very sacred place in the fish kingdom.

I'm taking a huge risk here, by revealing the location.

Okay, I'm off.

But you're gonna be in big trouble

if this is a scam.

I hope you have a good trip, Chipsy-kins.

What a seaweed head.

Oh, speaking of which...

How about going for a nice seaweed pie at Caline's,

before we head home?

- Hmm? - Oh, again?

What are you doing here?

Problemo, will you lend me an underwater jet

so I can get my ancestor's bones?

What do you mean, 'lend?'

You mean, 'rent?' Yes, two grand.

Four grand.

- Fifty? - All right, seven grand.

Hmm.

Yes.

Okay, according to the map, you have to stop right... here.

I know.

All right, Problemo,

I'll go take a look, and you wait for me.

I'll only be five minutes.

Hmm.

Mmm.

Aah!

Mmm. Aah.

Tranquility and happiness.

Now that I'm so relaxed,

my paws will come out more easily.

What's this all about?

Oh, Chips... So what brings you here, then?

Ow, ow, ow, ow.

I found the place that was indicated on the map,

but I didn't find our Barbotus ancestor's bones.

Aa-a-ah-r-really?

But, uh, didn't you see the monument?

What? The monument?

What monument?

Uh, my ancestor's one.

The one that was built for him.

The one who ate yours up.

The bones are all buried underneath,

in the mud, at about, uh, fifty meters down, more or less.

Can't be true.

Yes, it is.

Heh heh!

My mother always told me

I should choose a clownfish for a husband.

Well, that's what I should have done.

It would have been...

- much more fun. - Well what are you waiting for?

Ask for a divorce if you don't find me funny enough.

Oh, Uncle.

Have you seen this sculpture I made

from the deep sea oil?

It was our art teacher who asked us to make them.

- I got an A! - What?

For Uncle's Day? Ha-ha-ha-how nice of you.

- Bye. - But... Uncle!

Ah. Heh heh heh.

Let's just put this here.

It'll serve as a shrine.

That should keep our little sea digger

busy for a few tides to come, I'm sure.

Okay, I didn't see that coming.

I'm gonna have to bring out some muscle.

If I don't, I'm gonna have kitty on my back for a long time.

This is it, gotta make some calls.

Yah.

With all that digging we did yesterday,

I think we'll probably uncover

those wretched, rotten, old bones about now.

Aah!

What are they doin'?

Looks like some big, fishy ceremony.

Disgusting.

They look like they're having fun,

bloody imbeciles.

Yeah, well, I don't care.

They're stopping me from finding my bone.

Problemo, take us up.

Thanks, pals. He's fallen for it.

- Thanks for your help. - Ah, don't sweat it.

But don't forget that you gotta give us

all your desserts from Caline's until the next tsunami.

Yeah, we'll talk about that.

Enjoy your fries, Fishy-poo.

Hey there, Chips.

What's going on?!

Why are all the fish going, "Oo-bala-oo-ba?"

Didn't I tell you? Well, as you know,

It's been 336 years, three months, five days

since my ancestors ate yours.

So, we fishes celebrate this glorious day

with all kinds of ceremonies that last a whole year,

day and night.

Come back in a year,

and you'll be able to get a hold of

your ancestor's bones.

Well, it's not really that long.

In the meantime, you can lay back and relax

just like any cat would.

I don't give a leopard's whiskers

about relaxing.

All I want is to be able to go home.

So you better go down there and get my bones, or I will...

Or you will what, Mr. Kitty?

Huh.

Ow, he's completely out of his mind.

He just tore out a clump of my fur.

Go easy, Bart.

Okay, Chips, you win.

We go together to get the bones of your ancestor.

I'll meet you tonight. You know where.

If furry wants his bone, the bone he'll have.

Hey there, Caline?

in your trash can, do ya?

Yes, why?

Have you finally taken to eating meat?

Something like that.

And could you please also bring some strong glue

while you're at it?

Thank you, plankton.

Ow, ow!

Thank you, Torp. I owe you one, pal.

Mm-hmm.

I'm off now, though.

There's no way I'm gonna miss what happens next.

Chipsus Barbotus, as promised,

I hereby bring you the bones of our most venerated ancestor!

This fur does, indeed, bear the DNA of a Barbotus.

Kissy-poo, Daddy?

Kissy-poo?

Your son has stood by his word.

My little Chips...

I am so proud of you.

You finally managed

to uncover the bones of our ancestor.

Yes! It worked!

So, it will be effortless

for you to bring me back that fish bone.

Off you go.

I do not hate you.

It's just not fair.

Why can't I be his favorite?

How come Tiffany gets to stay at home?

I don't understand

how these darts always miss their target.

I'm gonna ask Problemo to fix them with radar.

As him to put a motor in your brain,

while you're at it.

Hey, you always in my whiskers...

- eh, Sis? - Argh!

Ah!

Say there, you wouldn't have a bit of cash?

I'm broke.

Here.

- Aah. - Gah!

Ah, Fish...

- Hi, Chips. - Hey there.

Hi there, Caline.

Do you smell what I smell, Rolf?

Fries and fish, maybe?

and somebody's cold sweat, too.

Exactly.

Smells like a soon-to-be-fried fish

who's sweating up a storm.

Well, it also smells

like a cat whose fur is gonna soon get scorched,

- eh, Torpedo? - Yep.

Hey, come on!

Give me five!

Torpedo, would you mind

having a look at my string of colored lights?

It's blinking strangely.

Of course, beautiful.

It'll help me relax.

And I've been feeling electrified, these days.

Oh, yes.

Oh, no.

Oh!

My little Fish is all alone now.

A-ha!

The bone's all mine now!

Who gets to keep Daddy's lovely bone, then, huh?

Why, Fish of course.

Just wait 'til I eat you, shrimp face.

Your meows are music to my ears, ha ha!

Cannonball!

Ooh, I was getting so close to plankton-breath.

In no way was I gonna let a single opportunity pass me by.

I don't know why I was stressin',

it wasn't long before another one presented itself.

Ooh, give me that fish bone now!

Yea-a-a-agh!

Meow!

Ah-ha!

Hey!

Let go of me!

See ya later!

I told you to keep an eye out on the toilet.

And another one.

- Aah! - Wah!

Give me that fish bone.

Yee-ha!

Hoo-hoo!

Aah!

And then, a few more.

It belonged to my ancestor!

Torpedo-o-o!

You can kiss my na-na!

Ciao!

Ah ha!

Punk.

Huh?

Karate flip!

Reeo-o-ow!

Nice work.

Banzai!

Torpedo?

Oof.

Oooh...

Aah!

Hold on, my friend.

Two more keys to pull out, then you'll be good to go.

Come on now, Daddy, darling... Oh.

Oh.

Let's face it, Chips, the only way

your daddy will let you back in the house

is if you take that fish bone back

like a good little boy.

I just heard that there's a sushi place

that's opening over on Marlowe Street.

They're gonna be serving up fish goulash.

Isn't that what you'd call unfair competition?

Ah, never mind, their fish is frozen.

Not like in here, ours is fresh.

Speaking of fresh fish,

down at the aquarium, a buddy of a buddy of mine,

who knows Benji's cousin has been saying that

Fish has not just been going to Caline's for the fries,

if you know what I mean.

Ow!

Yeah, but... maybe that's just a load of bubbles.

No, it's not.

I believe it.

Rolf, Fish has done his best

to take everything away from me,

but I'm gonna beat him.

Startin' now!

I wish I had somebody who loved me.

I read something by Darwin

about the evolution of the species,

and the first creatures

emerged from the water to live on dry land.

So, me, I'm just gonna accelerate the process.

I'm gonna firm up my fins, and pretty soon, I'll have paws.

Now I won't need my oxygen bubbles... anymore...

to breathe on dry land.

I'm hungry.

I could go for some fries.

How 'bout it, Torpedo?

Ha!

You finally want to do something serious.

Right, I'm gonna find myself a sweetheart on the net.

Romantic, cute, muscly, intelligent, earnest,

hard working, sincere, funny... Oh, and spiritual.

Oh, yes, of course.

I'm a catfish,

so I can go to the fish forum, and the cat forum.

Yay!

So, what name should I choose, hmm?

Siren! That's a good one.

Huh... there.

Hey, Fish.

If you want fries,

you can come grab them yourself.

Oh, I don't need my order of fries today.

I just came to see you,

and to bring you this pretty coral bouquet.

Oh! How sweet of you.

It's wonderful.

Thank you, Fish.

My lungs. Also, my intestines.

Ah, must be tough being fresh water.

But, I know someone who would be happy

to put up with intestinal problems

if it meant having lungs.

Oh, Fish?

He's got bigger fish to fry, if you know what I mean.

Ah. Ooh.

Ca-li-ne.

Eh?

Huh? Heh heh.

- Fish and Caline? - Yep.

Seems so.

The little goldfish and the catfish,

they're madly in love!

But, uh, it's not official, for the moment.

Don't worry there, buddy. I can keep a secret.

and they're getting married.

Just a question of days now.

Drink this.

It's a cat-a-tonic,

one of my grandma's remedies

for when you feel like kitty litter.

Ach!

Nice jolt.

No way I'm gonna let that bottom feeder beat me.

If he can marry Caline, why can't I?

But, does she even know you love her?

Well, no.

Can you see me with a fish?

And Fish, can you see him with a cat... fish?

Quit your whining, and declare your love.

My heart is on fire; it purrs for you.

And your whiskers make me tremble.

If only you knew...

Or, maybe...

Hey, doll face.

Have you ever given your feline self a chance?

Hey, baby, do you know how much I love you?

Aah...

Think you could do it for me?

Huh?

Oh, Chips, you know

I just love those little curls on your whiskers.

Uh, my heart is purring,

on fire for you, while I tremble, um...

Hey, doll face, have you ever given your feline side a chance?

Uh, would you like to have dinner with me?

'Cause I like your whiskers, too.

Oh, ooh.

'Course I will, Chips.

Where do you want to take me?

Mm-hmm.

I'm comfortable with you, Caline,

like a-like a fish in water.

Um, um, ah...

What I mean is that you're the fish of my dreams,

um, you see...

I no longer know which end is up

ever since you showed up.

Chipsy, you're so funny.

Oh, m-m-mwah!

Ooh.

Huh?

Hey, did you see that, Caline?

Huh?!

Shall we play tag?

I'm gonna catch you!

No! I'm supposed to be with Caline!

Caline, the usual please.

No probs, Fish.

Mrow.

- Oh. - Hmm.

Hey, Caline...

Did you notice I didn't bring my bodyguards?

So I see.

Hmm.

Go on, Chips. Do it again for me.

Mee-o-o-ow!

Me-o-o-o-o-ow-w-w.

Meow!

Meo-o-ow.

Ah, they're inedible!

Caline!

Your fries are too salty, and they're all mushy!

Did you dunk them in sea water, or what?

Me-o-ow.

Bravo!

Say there, little guy, have you been eating shark?

No, just mushy fries with too much salt.

Ew.

You're late, Fish.

Come on, buddy. This could be a good thing.

Caline is with Chips,

the bone is forgotten, and you're home free to evolve.

Heh. Nothing, you see?

I'm happy.

Ah?

Mm-mm. Yeah, yeah. Yeah, mm-hm-hm-hm.

Look, Chips. It's Fish.

He's really shakin' his fins.

Yeah, but he's still a bottom feeder.

Aww.

Ooh-hoo-hoo!

He's such a pretty shade of gold,

- don't you think, Chips? - Ah, come on.

- We're gettin' outta here. - A hot dancer that fish is.

That's good, Fish.

Take it from the top, but less boisterous, hmm?

Kind of a bore, this documentary

on refrigerated trucks full of frozen fish.

Don't you have something more romantic?

Ah, I remember one day,

Fish took me to see a...

Ah, put a furball in it.

This is my favorite part.

Ooh, I have messages online.

"Are your whiskers blonde, and what size fins do you have?"

Ugh!

"I'm a super-muscly skate.

Do you want to see what's under my scales?"

What a barnacle!

These forums are full of seaweeds.

"Hey there. My name's Mysterio.

I'd like to hear your siren song."

Ah!

This fish seems a little more refined

than these other brutes.

You scare me when you look at fish like that.

Have you ever thought of becoming vegetarian?

Fries are good, too.

And Fish, he really likes fries.

Oh, let's take a break.

Fish, you're bringing us all down.

Come on.

Tomorrow, I want to see your smiley face, please.

"Smiley face, please."

Easy to say.

Know what, Torpedo?

Once I've evolved into a landling,

and I have paws, and lungs, and all that,

and I'd be living on land, and all...

I'll never find anyone as beautiful.

Are you talking about fries, or girly fish like Caline?

You really don't do much with your days, do you?

Maybe you could find a job,

or got to the museum, like, I don't know, uh...

Like Fish? Is that it?

What does that scaly little runt have

that I don't, eh?

What does he have over me?

A rotten job at the aquarium?

Little gold scales that stink?

A sister who's as fat as a tank?

A bone that allows him to evolve?

Hmm.

What did I just say?

Uh, a sister who's as fat as a tank,

a bone that allows him to evolve...

That's it!

A bone that allows Chips to go back home

and see Daddy!

Hello, Caline.

I just adore the way your scales shine in the sun.

How are you this fine morning?

Oh, Chips has been so awful lately.

Oh, honestly, Fish,

you really should give him the bone.

Ooh.

You mean my lucky charm

that will help me evolve, Caline?

Hey, don't worry. You'll be fine.

Besides, you always have me.

That's true.

Huh?

Here he comes. Hide me!

Hello.

Hey, Fish.

Hello, Rolf.

Oh, that's him!

Oh!

Oh.

Rolf, are you still feeling lonely?

Why must the world be so cruel?

Well, being alone can be okay, too.

Ah, you wouldn't understand.

Cats are really very lonely creatures.

Fish can be lonely, too.

I'm just thankful I have my bone.

Oh, no.

Ah, you know that bone

definitely won't help me or Rolf.

Oh Fish, I met a girl on the net,

but I don't think that she'll accept me.

But Rolf, that's great.

Even if it doesn't work out, you'll both always have Chips.

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Ah, he is a great friend.

It really does make me feel better

to see him so very happy.

You're a good friend, Problemo.

Caline makes him happy,

which at least keeps him away from my fish bone.

But imagine if he had both?

That kind of happiness could spread,

and no one could feel lonely.

Did I just say that out loud?

Sorry, my dear Fish,

but I have to help my best friend.

Sorry, my friend.

I'll give you a 'fin'icure afterwards,

to make up for it.

- Eeee! - I promise!

What was that, Caline?

I want my Chipsy back.

That bone will make him happy.

Woo-hoo-hoo!

Ooh.

Rawr!

Delicious, num-num.

show you.

Uh oh.

Oh. Ooh!

Look out! Fish coming through!

Uh, awkward.

That's just fine, little catfish.

I'll just get that bone myself.

Mm-hmm.

Ah...

Come on, Torpedo! Hurry up with those fries.

The museum's gonna close.

Ah...

I'm chewing. It's important to chew slowly,

and to take your time eating.

But Torpedo, there's a new exhibit at the museum.

The first bacteria. Evolution!

The first fish who walked on dry land.

It's gonna be awesome!

Uh...

that is, if we get there before it closes!

I'm chewin'.

Yum yum yum.

Yum. Mmm.

Grrr!

Mm-mm-mm.

Hey, uh...

Huh?

Chew that, now let's go!

Hmm, wait a sec, Fish.

I've gotta brush my teeth.

You know how important dental hygiene is.

Oooh, God almighty, Torpedo!

I didn't bring any backup oxygen bubbles.

Pretty soon, we're gonna have to breathe fresh air.

You didn't forget my toothbrush, I hope.

You two sound like an old married couple.

It always takes you hours to get out of the house, Torpedo.

I'm still waiting, you know.

But I'm looking for my toothbrush, Fish.

You never put it back in the right place.

Whoa, wa-ha!

There it is. Did you bring my toothpaste?

Uh...

There they are. And there's my bone.

Okay.

They're a-headin' for the beach.

the point of impact should be...

Ah ha!

Okay, ah, should be right... b-ba... should be, maybe...

right there!

Come on, Torpedo.

The museum is gonna close,

the bacteria are waiting for us there.

Hmm, bacteria.

- I got a mouth full of them. - Move!

Five. Four. Three.

Two.

One.

Blast off!

Huh, oh... My bone!

Oh, aah!

I lost my bone!

I lost my lucky bone!

My bone!

I lost it!

Where is it?!

I think I swallowed it during the collision.

Bloody shell!

My bone... you swallowed my ancestor's bone!

You swallowed the bone I have to bring back to Daddy?

Now that's the best one yet.

Wasn't it you, Chips,

who crashed into us like a bulldozer?

Torpedo, wait a sec.

We've gotta go see Dr. Synapsis,

so we can open up your stomach.

An itsy-bitsy little operation, and then, bingo,

I get the bone back.

Yeah, brilliant idea, but...

I could get all the cats in the neighborhood

and we could have a Torpedo sushi party,

and bingo! Get it?

Cool it, Chips. You stay out of this.

On second thought, sushi isn't such a bad idea.

Uh...

Oh, let's not make a mountain of mussels

out of this.

It's just an old bone.

I'm not letting Synapsis open me up for that.

And you, go ahead and get your friends.

We'll have a laugh.

But it's my ancestor's bone, Torpedo.

You know I never let it out of my sight.

But you never let me out of your sight either, Fish.

Your ancestor's in here.

He's nice and warm.

So what's the difference?

I'm off to the museum.

Call it a truce?

Hmm. Okay.

It's an emergency.

Now we have two solutions.

We can try to get it out from the top,

or from the bottom.

Ugh...

We start with the top!

Ah.

Huh?

Hm?

Huh?

Oh, ooh. Ooh...

What are you and Chips playin' at, anyway?

Go, Fish.

Pepper's not working. He won't sneeze.

Got another backup plan?

No.

Oh, Torpedo!

Perfect timing.

I've made you a quadruple decker sandwich,

exactly the way you like them.

Aah, mm. Sure looks tasty, ooh.

- Oh, ooh. - I made it myself.

Tiny problem...

it smells delicious,

but I've lost my toothbrush.

Oh, ahh... what the shell?

Aaah!

I'm chewing slowly.

It's important to chew slowly.

It was good. What is it?

Ah... It's totally disgusting!

We found all the ingredients in the garbage can.

Fish even spit in it.

Ah, well, that must be what tastes so good.

It really is delicious. You want some?

Mm, no, not really,

'cause there's, uh, stingray poison in there.

Ha, good one! Doesn't scare me.

You want to make me vomit

so you can get your bone back, eh?

Well, it didn't work.

Psst, psst!

Well, there's the backup backup plan

to get the bone out from the bottom.

Prune juice, for example...

Oh, ooh. Ew.

I've got a plan.

Hmm?

I'm warning you,

if you send me into the stratosphere,

Torpedo will have a ball roasting you on a spit.

We called a truce, didn't we?

Ooh, there he is.

Three, two...

Aaa-a-a-ah!

- Oh my goodness, a-ah! - Huh?

Whoa.

Oof.

The bone. Th-the bone...

Oof.

You swallowed what?

You swallowed my ancestor's bone?!

What I swallowed was the bone

from the dirty, cat-eating fish

who ate my ancestor-r-r-r...

But actually, now that I think about it,

I finally got the bone!

It'll come out through the top...

or the bottom.

Or you'll digest it.

Maybe your gastric juices are already eating away at it.

Too bad, my father's waiting.

Fish, the truce is over.

Daddy, I'm comin' home!

Open the door!

Torpedo!

Aah! Come here!

He's getting away with the bone.

Come on, Torpedo. This is no time to sulk.

Are you kidding, Fish?

How dare you ask me for help after betraying me?

That hurts.

I need time to digest.

So we agree: I get to choose all the TV shows

for the next two months?

Ooh, all right, all right. You win.

No more museums?

Mmm-museums?

Ow!

Okay, okay, okay.

Let's go-o-o-o!

Holy crab!

Whee-e-e!

Ah ha!

You know, I'd never seen Fish this upset before.

It was depressing, really.

Chips.

You can pick all of my scales off

one by one, with a big toothpick.

You can even lick the tips of my fins

with your cheese grater tongue.

You can drown me in an empty bathtub.

My life is not worth living without my fish bone.

Aww.

Get out!

How dare you come in here

and gross out my customers like that?

Hmm.

Au revoir, Chips.

Since you couldn't pluck up the courage

to finish me,

I'm gonna throw myself under the next bicycle.

Fish...

I will not abandon you like a poor cuttlefish,

left behind after an oil slick.

We must look for the bone.

We'll have more of a chance

of finding it if we team up.

- Mm? - The first thing we must do...

is put up a few posters,

like when people lose their cats.

My dad found me tons of times

by doing that.

What a shame.

Uh, I mean, uh...

what a good idea.

I've met a really cool fish on the net.

He's refined, cultured, and romantic.

If he asks me to go out with him,

I think I might be ready.

That's so cool.

Do you think you'd go back and live under water?

Maybe.

I could start up a whole new life.

Viola!

Yeah.

Huh?

Hmm?

Please put some back into it.

Anyone could think you didn't want to find it.

You kidding? It's just that...

when I think about it, I start to flip and flop.

Come on.

Don't worry, floppy Fish.

We'll find it with the posters.

Let's just start counting.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One!

I found it!

Get ready with the reward.

Ta-daa!

Rrr-r-r.

Reowr!

Ah, the posters aren't working.

I'm gonna have to find another solution.

Hey Ting, Tang, Tong.

Hello there, Fish.

Um, have any of you seen my bone?

I just can't seem to find it.

It fell into the sewers.

Sorry Fish, haven't seen it.

How about you, Adonis?

Hey!

Whatcha readin', toothless?

I'll bet you couldn't even get Fish's bone back.

I can, and I will. You'll see.

Come on, quicker. Quicker.

And where's Fish gone to?

I haven't seen him for three days now.

Anyone know where he is?

He must still be taking care of his weight,

by wolfing down heaps of greasy fries.

I'll go and get him.

Okay, so where we gonna find that bone?

Hey, Fish loves fries from the catfish.

On the roof?

Fish told us he dropped it in the sewers.

Remember, bookworm?

I'll search the sewers!

it's second down,

with five yards to go.

setting up the pass.

Fantastic; the wide receiver is sprinting to the end zone...

Check it.

- Mwah. - Du-duh.

down the field...

Ah, go get your claws clipped.

Oh, he's lost the ball.

Wimp.

Why don't you go home to Mommy?

I bet he doesn't even know what a litter box is.

loser.

Eee-up!

Hi.

Yes?

I need you two to help me find my bone.

Why should we help you?

Our brother is missing.

And it's all because of your dumb bone.

If you want us to help you, you better help us.

What?!

There are three of you fish,

and you bring me one spray bottle?

But my bone!

Isn't there some kind of kid's discount?

All right.

Uh.

Huh?

Oh, I was gonna look there, too.

Don't bother, it's not there.

What's with the runts?

Whoa, no offense meant.

Are you gonna help us?

Tang and Tong are looking for their brother.

Ooh!

- No... - Ting...

Aww, your little brother

seems to have wandered right into the jaws

of a hungry lion.

Let's get him!

What a brilliant idea there, Chips.

Three course meal, home delivery.

Smile, you're on Candid Camera.

Whoa, everyone cool it.

We're looking for my bone, okay?

- Mine. - My bone.

From my ancestor.

Ooh, oh...

Why, half-time show, time to make a little kaka.

Come on guys, don't let it get you down.

Drinks for everyone, on the house.

It's cocktail hour, anyway.

And I've been saving up a juicy little mussel

for an appetizer.

- Ting! - Whoa whoa, hands off.

The mussel is mine.

And as for the piranha,

it's personal.

We'll settle it outside.

Whoa!

Dah! Oh...

Well, you know,

it's always better to flush before you go,

'cause you never know who's been there before you.

Not one customer.

They must all be at the beach,

grilling their whiskers in the sun.

Oh!

Uh...

Oh, that's strange.

This looks like the bone Fish wears.

Ugh, it stinks as well.

Huh?

So it's you two stinking up the place.

Have you given up on washing?

Cod clam it, Caline,

we're really not in the mood for jokes.

He's right.

We've had a really, really rotten, bad day

What, the supermarket's out of soap today?

My fish bone is lost.

We finally found it,

but Rolf flushed it down the toilet.

My lady charm, my loved one.

Now I'll never turn into a landling.

And it gets worse.

Now I'll never be able to go home

with the fish bone of that wretched,

meat eating fish who devoured my ancestor.

It's the end of the world!

Oh, you're right, my brother.

Ah.

Brother.

Well now, um, my Chipsykins and Fishypoo,

you'll already have forgotten about the bone

by tomorrow, I'm sure.

You'll even laugh about it...

like two old friends.

Hmm, yeah. That's right, of course.

All right, see ya around, buddy.

Yeah, see you around.

Later.

Incredible.

They're talking!

And they're even being nice.

I'm sorry, little loved one, but for their sakes,

I'm putting you in quarantine.

'til I don't know when.

Hmm.

Hey there, buddy boy.

You cool?

Huh?

Are you drinking octopus ink now?

Oh.

They're waitin' for you down at the aquarium.

Something the matter?

Oh, I've lost my fish bone.

I'll live the rest of my life in limbo,

with no paws and no lungs.

In a word, I've hit rock bottom.

And here you are,

preaching to me about your aquarium?

I don't give a clam about the aquarium.

I wanna be able to drown my sorrows alone,

far away from your pathetic, brainless,

mollusk stupidity.

Go away!

And go find some other current to float on.

Whoa, 'kay,

when you're all through with your complaining,

drop by the aquarium.

See ya.

- Wo-o-ow. - Right, all right.

See ya then.

Rolf.

What can I get you, your usual?

But didn't Chips come with you?

He's been so distant, lately.

Ah, no, Caline.

I don't see him much, either.

I thought it might just be me.

Ah, no.

It's just 'cause of that bone.

Since that thing went missing,

Chips has been down in the dumps.

I'm really quite worried about him.

Mmm.

And a nice shampooing. This is my no-tear formula.

Thanks, Rolf, old buddy.

I know you're just trying to cheer me up,

but without that bone, I don... I just...

I can't eat, or sleep,

or play with yarn,

or... ee-he-he-he-he-hee I wanna go home.

I just wanna go home

Ah, Chips, I just might know how to cheer you up.

Come on, Chipsy. How about a game of darts?

Ha ha, wow!

Almost a bulls-eye.

Go on, your turn now.

Oh.

Wow, uh... wow.

Wow, eh? It's ring toss!

You know I just love to toss rings.

And there you go!

Ah, hey... Chipsy?

Come back.

Hey, Chips, come back.

Come here, little ducky.

Ooh, I caught a little ducky.

See that, Chips?

I caught a little ducky!

Isn't my little ducky pretty?

Come on, this should clear your head.

Here we go.

Whoo-oo-oo!

Aaah-a!

Woo-hoo!

Rolf, this isn't working.

Aah.

Hey, Chips, uh... I...

I-I-I was thinking about Caline,

and I was wondering,

when was the last time you saw her?

Caline, oh gosh.

I almost forgot about her,

been so preoccupied with the bone.

I just thought, you know,

with everything going on with the bone, and stuff...

that she might be feeling a little bit lonely.

Y-you know?

Okay, I'm in love with her, okay?

- I'm sorry. - Still in love, huh?

Well, sure, if you think she'd choose you over me,

then go give it your best shot.

But, why now, though?

She's all I have left, all right?

Huh?

Caline, we love you.

- Back off. - No, she's mine.

- No, she's mine. - No, she's mine!

Oh!

Are you two fighting over me?

Oh, wow. Okay.

Uh, huh huh.

Uh...

Ow, let go of me!

Ow!

Caline has just left, with a red rose on her fin.

Looks like she's meeting a loverboy.

Him?

Caline?

Rolf?

Rolf?!

Oh, so uh, the siren was you.

Mysterio?

That's you?

Rolf?!

Oh, my my.

Chips' going to be so mad.

Rolf, you fake friend traitor!

Some best friend,

flirting with my girlfriend behind my back.

But, I didn't know that the siren was Caline.

But why were you pretending to be a fish though, Rolf?

Yeah, she's right. Why a fish?

Ah, just out of curiosity, really.

Then afterwards,

I found you quite, let's say, charming,

and I wanted to get to know you.

I mean, to get to know a siren,

you know? And...

I didn't know how

to tell you the truth about that, you know, and...

it was a model...

But still, I was still me.

Even as a fish.

Yeah, but, well...

I was attracted to Mysterio.

Love's not just about copying and pasting.

Right, so Caline, what do you say

we go back to my place and finish that documentary?

I am so very sorry, Caline.

I hope you still let me get to know you.

Oh!

Rolfy-doo, you're such a sweet potato.

Oh, Rolfy-doo, huh?

Tell me, Rolf,

do you think love is possible between a fish and a cat?

- Hm? - Well, you know...

If they're in love, I think everything is possible.

What's she doin'?

I thought she said she wasn't in love with him.

Oh.

Ah, 'kay, Fish...

I got a date with the manta ray from the supermarket, so...

I'll leave you two love birds alone then, huh?

Fish?

What are you doing here?

You see?

I swallow bubbles so I can live on land.

Otherwise, I have nothing.

Like you.

Like me.

You seem to have hit rock bottom, too.

I've seen better days.

I miss it.

Yep, as do I.

We used to have quite a bit of fun

with the bone, didn't we?

Yes, and no.

You weren't always fair and square.

Okay, it's true.

I wasn't always cool with you, Chipsy.

You know what?

I do like you as far as cats go.

Oh, crab,

I promised myself I wasn't gonna cry.

Oh, Chipsy, what's to become of us?

I really don't know, Fish,

but would you mind not getting my fur wet?

Oh, great!

Oh, I am so good

at getting cats and fish back together again.

My psychology lesson is really paying off.

We understand each other, eh, old Chips?

Oh, yeah, this world's just one big trash heap.

Too true, but you know what I think?

Everyone else is blind.

From the same mold, packed in like sardines,

if I have to stay in the water all my life,

then I might as well cause a stink.

Yeah, let's bring this ship down!

One last tango for the road, before we call it a day.

I'm with you, Fish.

Ya-hoo! This ship is gonna rock.

It's gonna be somethin'!

What on Earth...

Doh! Ow!

Come on!

Aaah!

Oh!

Oh!

My bubbles for breathing on land!

Pff-ff-fft!

Verbena with oyster oil, ugh!

It may be healthy, but it's a tad too fishy.

Oh!

Hmm.

Afternoon.

Well, Inspector Boulder, what brings you in here?

Nothing.

as usual.

Ah... uh...

"Wanted more alive than lively,

two hooligans, potentially mischievous,

for a very tasty reward."

What have they done?

They've burgled over at Ms. Marraine's,

and vandalized Barbotus' palace.

But thanks to yours truly,

they won't mast luch longer.

Oh, no, I've found some clues.

Mm.

Ha!

Hmm, ah.

Oh, ah, uh...

Can I offer you a...

No thanks, I never drink while on duty.

So, do you recognize them?

Uh, n-n-no?

N-no, ah... heh.

Really, I don't.

Come on, it's obvious.

The culprit is...

- Jacquino! - Huh? What?

There's no use lying, I know it's you!

- Uh oh. - Confess, Jacquino.

Be a good boy, and tell Big Daddy.

Give me the name of your accomplice.

But...

What? A Goat?

Very well then, young man.

You know,

I love playing guessing games.

But...

Okay, if it's not a goat, is it a sheep?

Oh dear me, this is not good.

Cow?

- Huh? - Eh... oh.

Oh!

- Are you sure you took enough? - Oh!

Definitely, fifty bubbles is more than enough.

Yeah, with all that inside the fire hydrants...

Ahh...

New York is about to enjoy the biggest foam party

ever in all it's history.

I'm gonna send out an invitation

to all my phone contacts.

So am I.

Do you realize, little buddy,

that you and I

are about to set the world record?

Too true, old shoe!

And it'll be remembered as the prank of all pranks

from here on out. Yee-haa!

Oh, dear me. Oh, dear me!

This is not a good situation at all.

I must do something before this goes too far.

Wow, that's cool! Caline's inviting me to lunch.

I'll meet up with Chips afterwards.

And then we'll smash it all up!

Ya-hoo!

Chips?

Fish?

Uh, so, you're here too, then?

Yep, Caline has invited me to lunch.

It's just as well,

because tonight, I probably won't have time

to have anything to eat,

if you see what I'm gettin' at, little buddy.

I see exactly what you're gettin' at,

my brother.

I'm so happy to see you two again,

after the other day.

Oh, of course...

You've reminded me.

Hmm.

I found your fish bone in my sink.

Isn't that a miracle?

Here, Fish. There it is.

Give it to me!

Oh!

- Torpedo-o-o! - I got him.

Oh, my little lovely.

Mwah. Thank you, Torpedo.

Whoa, buddy...

What a story!

Oh, yeah?

Well I wanna tell you something, Marlon.

Never...

ever...

ever, ever trust your worst enemy.

Eh.

You're so right, buddy.

Here, have another Periwinkle.

It's on the house.

Ooh, wait!

What happened to that Jacquino guy?

Uh, an ox? A dormouse?

No, don't tell me. An otter?

But...

Ah, what's that?

It smells like kaka.

Who stinks like that?

Ah, I can't let you leave Rolf's Beauty Parlour

with greasy scales.

I have a reputation, you know?

So, I hear you also do 'fin'icures.

Is that true?

What you need is my famous degreasing,

then a good 'fin'icure,

and a caviar face mask.

Very softly, apply a seaweed mask

so that the body scrub penetrates way deep inside.

Ah, so I can, uh, eat the seaweed mask?

Well, I've never tried it.

Now, open your gills,

all the way.

Imagine...

that you're a sea anemone.

Your peduncle is lovingly anchored

in the depths of the deep, blue sea.

Your tentacles are softly undulating

in the current.

Your tentacles are softly undulating...

Because, uh, I don't have moist skin.

But it's not like, uh, dry-dry, either.

Mm-hmm, that's a rather common problem.

We call it 'combination skin.'

So you know, I can fix that for you sugar, in two minutes.

Come on, don't be shy.

Step inside.

Delicately apply the seaweed paste.

Yeah, it tickles a little bit.

It goes 'tickle, tickle.'

Okay, um, we're, ah, finished for today.

Come back and see us sometimes, okay?

- Viola. - Eh, what... what?

- Bye-bye. - Uh...

Wai-ya! Wait for me!

Take this!

Ooh, uh!

Oof.

Bart, uh, I'm gonna let you give our friend a beauty treatment.

Oh, nice little kitty cat.

Ah, come on, Chips. Quit being such a pussy cat.

Honestly, it's not so bad.

In fact, you look kinda cute.

I think that shark is talented.