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"Dadda dadda dadda dadda FISH MAN!" Guppy says, shooting into the bar on rollerblades, with a pair of tights on his head and a towel cape on his back.
Since he isn't where he was expecting to be, the nine-year-old trips over a stray cushion and goes flying, sliding across a table and knocking everything off, then landing in a heap the other side.
His bottom lip wobbles just a little bit, but it's not allowed for nine-year-olds to cry, so he picks himself up out of the stuff, face falling when he sees he's broken a glass.
"Oh no! Now I'm for it! This Fish has to Fly!"
He dives behind a sofa, roller blades sticking out, looking for a way to sneak off in case... he's arrested or something.
Since he isn't where he was expecting to be, the nine-year-old trips over a stray cushion and goes flying, sliding across a table and knocking everything off, then landing in a heap the other side.
His bottom lip wobbles just a little bit, but it's not allowed for nine-year-olds to cry, so he picks himself up out of the stuff, face falling when he sees he's broken a glass.
"Oh no! Now I'm for it! This Fish has to Fly!"
He dives behind a sofa, roller blades sticking out, looking for a way to sneak off in case... he's arrested or something.