The sea animals lived peacefully as one for years.
Nice weather we're having, hey?
You talk too much.
Why aren't you taking any other fish? Please help us, let us go. We aren't any different and we don't recall doing anything negative to you guys!
Out of the blue, some people with boats and nets and ropes came to take what they want.
I think I left the stove on.
The other fish talk, in hopes of answers.
Well, what a shame. They were funny, that's true. I wish they had let them go, or taken us too.
Help! Help us please!
Here are some of them, enjoying their time.
They came the next day, but took more than they thought. Sadly, the other fish didn't help, leaving them distraught.
Noone helps the clown fishes.
This process repeated until there was only one group of fish left. While they talk, the boat comes back for a final time.
They bought joy and fun, all of them during bad weather. I miss them now, we should've teamed up together.
They discuss what had just gone down.
And they find out the truth. The remaining fish did not argue, because it was too late to do anything. They should have helped before, but time was scarce, and it loomed on them now.
I am part of your kind! I rid of these fish, to change this water and make it mine! We are now the only fish here, and this is how it should be.
They talk about things, to ignore them being taken. In hopes that they'll be forgotten and not taken as well.
The AL Dams? I bet you only like them for their color. I think the 50ers should've beat them. The Cinnamon Bagels are gonna win.
I got the Al Dams for the Super Bowl.
This species of fish is the only fish left. They discuss the situation.
I miss them now, it's a big shame. They're growing on me, not hearing their name.