Sally Brown's Daughter walked up to the two boys. (Nobody actually knew her name, but everybody loved her.) Her gingham dress flounced, and her pigtails (wish stuck out from her head somewhat) bounced. If it weren't for the beard and the tufts of fuzz poking out of the fishnet stockings, she'd look the picture of innocence.

"Ooh, what a lovely fish!" she said, as she perched upon a nearby rock." "I've never seen a fish that big and lively before. May I fondle it?"

(The boys elbowed each other and sputtered a bit.) "There won't be no fish-fondlin' 'ere, Miss SBD!," exclaimed Huck. "They might let you do that on the dockside, but bad things can 'appen to fish wot gets fondled!"

Meanwhile, the blue and green catfish looks about him and realises he's not where he should be. Unheard, he mutters "Bucket!!! How do I get out of this one? Hmmm...how does that go? 'If wishes were...nah...if fishes gave...er...OH YEAH - Fishes Who Grant Wishes Don't Wind Up On Dishes" He clears his throat...