Someone once told Aladdin that the "the fish on the land ain't happy". After translating from Ebonics to the Queen's English to Arabic to discern the meaning of the phrase, Aladdin signed a contract with a big-no-named Hollywood Producer and began the last career he would ever have.
Meanwhile, someone somewhere had a pet bird but was subsequently banished to a milk bottle, leaving no one to take care of the bird. Someone somewhere else had a pet fish that was the sole survivor of an ill-fated Spanish invasion. The bird flew the coop and the fish swam the sea.
One day, when the bird was flying over the sea and the fish was swimming under the sea, their eyes met through the crystal clean waters.
"Squawk!" said the bird.
"Blub, blub," said the fish.
It was love at first sight.
They stared lovingly at each other for hours.
"Squawk!" said the bird as it made goo-goo eyes.
"Blub, blub," said the fish as it made a kissy face.
They continued to romp around until Big Oil came to town. They set up an oilrig and started to drill, baby! Drill! Then the pipeline exploded, causing a massive oil spill that would have killed all the fish if hungry Spaniards hadn't already devoured them. While the government took Big Oil to court in order to send out wrist-slaps all around, the bird and the sole surviving fish struggled to see each other through the oily gunk. So the bird got some scuba gear.
"Squawk!" said the bird as he dove into the oily waters.
"Blub, blub," said the fish.
The two then kissed passionately until an attorney representing the oil conglomerate interrupted them. The bird and the fish were forced to sign nondisclosure agreements about the nature of the oil spill. Once their signatures were obtained, a smear campaign against them was promptly initiated and the bird and fish were publicized as oilrig terrorists on the 24-hour news networks.
"Squawk!" said the bird as he moved in for another smooch because love conquers all.
"Blub, blub," said the fish because, you know, he's a fish.
So they smooched some more until some busty blondes interrupted them trying to get the inside scoop. In the middle of the scandalous interview, everyone suddenly remembered that investigative journalism is dead. The two busty blondes subsequently died, but not before floating back to the surface via their emergency floatation jugs.
Now, under normal circumstances, the smooching would have resumed. But during the interview, it was revealed that the fish was from a pharm and pro-Monsanto and the bird was really anti-pescetarian. So they broke up, but not before the oily waters clogged the fish's pores and killed him.
The bird managed to swim away, but it was too murky to see which way was which, and he wound up ramming-head first into a precariously placed stick. The stick punctured his oxygen tank and it exploded, killing the bird and setting the stick free to float to the surface where it was subsequently recovered by Roo and returned to the Fellowship of the Pooh.
The end.