"Oh, crap." Phineas peered sideways at the caller ID. Phineas had peered sideways at everything since he hit puberty, being a flounder.
"Don't tell me a school pulled in," said Otto. Six of his tentacles were cooking seven different orders.
Phineas quivered. "Old Man Crenshaw wants delivery."
"I thought he got banned."
"The year's up. We've lost four delivery-fish already," Phineas said. "That shark is a menace."
Otto considered. "What about Foogie?"
"Puffer venom doesn't work on sharks."
"Does Crenshaw know that? Anyway, what else does Foogie do?"
"That's a thought," said Phineas. "Hey, Foogie! You wanna make ten dollars?"
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It will be a while before I get the image of a flounder with a telephone out of my head. That first paragraph is priceless.
It was a wordcount-based struggle to keep that line in, but I think it was worth it.
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