I know Goldfish don't reside in ponds in parks. But, for the sake of this one shot, they do.
Very short. But I don't think it'd have worked if it was long.

It Was Kevin.

She was afraid to ask why there was a goldfish swimming in the bathtub.

He blamed it on the ducks.

If the poor fish hadn't been desperately trying to evade becoming lunch then there would've been no need for Goldie's rescue.

He hadn't told Macy why there was a goldfish in the bathtub. He'd just let her believe whatever she wanted to believe.

After all, wasn't Kevin always doing things like this?

Who else would rescue a goldfish, bring it back to the firehouse and let it live in the bathtub?

And if she did figure out that Kevin wasn't even here, she'd probably jump to the next plausible conclusion.

He was gone to get fish food.

Of course, there was no way Joe had saved the fish.

It just wasn't his style.

She'd never think he was the reason there was a fish in the bathtub.

He'd have been too afraid the ducks would have messed his hair.

And Nick, no way had it been Nick.

Why would Nick even have been at the park in the first place? He had songs to work on.

Frankie.

It could've been Frankie. He'd let her believe if it wasn't Kevin, it had been Frankie.

As he stood there, blaming the ducks and asking himself why he had even called Macy for help in the first place, knowing he was going to have to explain it to her eventually, Goldie swam around the tub, perfectly content with its new duck-free living space.

Macy coughed finally letting her curiosity get the better of her.

"Um, Nick, why is there a goldfish in the bathtub?"


Bet'cha weren't expecting it to be Nick, now were ya?
Oh. You were? Dang.