Birth Announcements
As The Water Swirls neighborhood welcomes sixteen black and white Frontosas to their spacious twenty-eight-gallon tank. We aren’t exactly sure when they were born, but they emerged from the protection of their mother’s mouth last night at 7:17 p.m.
Proud Papa, Beetlejuice hangs out underneath the breeder tank. If he sees the authorities look over, he does a little happy dance to get their attention and then looks at his kids.
“He’s pretending he’s pleased about having sixteen children,” PUC told us. “He’s been hiding all week. That’s not being excited about babies. That’s shame.”
The sixteen kiddos find the authorities super cool and swim up to them whenever they look in on them. If the authorities put their hands in their safe haven, they immediately surround the hand and you can hear little voices squeal:
“OOo what’s that?”
“I don’t know can we eat it?”
“Try it!”
“No, you try it.”
Mama Smee is understandably starving but otherwise doing well despite the broken jaw misunderstanding with her doctor.
We congratulate the neighborhood’s worst couple and heartily hope that they go to a couple’s therapist to find a way to resolve their differences and co-inhabit in the same space.
We also extend our condolences to Madame Geoffrey, who’s been staring at her greatest nemesis’s babies from her lonely home in the Palace. We understand that she has wanted babies for a year and a half and this is a low blow for her.
—The Bubbly Review
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