Prologue:
On the sandy sea floor, a group of octopus were swimming around in what looked like some sort of camp. They all had black and white stripes on their tentacles and hair. A smaller looking version of them was in the middle of the camp looking at a non-mobian parrotfish. She tried to feed a piece of coral to it but it made a snap at her. "Yikes!" she said, yelping. "You should be more careful, Arleen." Arleen's mom swam out of one of the tents and floated over to her, laughing. "That fish will snap you tentacle like an branch of coral if you give it the chance." The fish wandered off to a kelp patch, squirting out sand.
"Hey Mom?" The little octopus asked. "Yeah, kelphead?" She said, ruffling her striped head tentacles. "Can we keep practicing?" She said hopefully. Her mom laughed. "Sure, come over here. They swam to a field dotted with kelp patches and coral. And of course, lots and lots of fish. "All right, kiddo, you know how it works, so choose a fish and concentrate on it."
