I remember this one time I made up where I went fishing with Cracky. What a good time! We caught some fish and met some squirrels.

At the end of the day, Cracky hooked into a big old Wicked Bad Catfish. A big one, like Rosie O’Donnell big. He was going crazy and Rosie was jumping out of the water and splashing around. It was a big happy, stinky mess.

Cracky finally got the catfish close to shore when I reached in to grab him. The fish was laughing at me—a laugh that smelled like a frog sounds, in the dark, in the woods, with three mice and a pollywog dancing nearby. What a crazy catfish!

I reached into the water to grab the fish when I dove in by accidentally letting my feet slip, but I acted cool about it later.

I found myself holding onto a giant snotty fish. He was even laughing at me underwater. At one point I think he was doing a sumo wrestler dance and had the little diaper on and everything. Man, that was a big fish! Eventually he gave up and I got tired of breathing water, so we swapped trinkets and parted ways. Then I did a little happy dance on the shore and Cracky sucked on some bait for a while. What a good day!