Mal, We and Del were bored. It was a known fact that Snape had been driving them mad lately, both figuriatly and literally.
"Snape!" yelled Del suddenly, taking Snape out of his trance, he had been unadvertlly singing a Taylor SwiftTM song.
"Sorry" he appollogised.
"You know" said Mal, putting on his fishing hat. It had a little cork hanging from it. "I'm in the mood to do some fishing."
"Shut up, Mal, I'm trying to sleep." Said Wes, their eyes still closed.
"Okay, Mal" said Snape, ignoring Wes' desire to sleep and escape into the world of marshmellow clouds and chocolate roads. (they hadn't eaten in days) "Next stop; the fishing pier!"

A couple of hours later and they had arrived at a wonderous pier with lots of fishermen wearing the same hat as Mal. "Make sure you don't get lost, Mal! We won't be able to find you in this gaggle of fishermen"
"Okay"
They walked over to an empty spot and sat down.
"Oh duh!" shouted Del suddenly hitting herself in the head with the crowbar. "We forgot the fishing rods!"
They all got up and walked to the closest shop in hopes that they would find a fihing pole or two.
"I'll be with you in a minute!" said the shopkeeper, wo was in the back getting bait and tackle together properly. Mal was over by the poles picking out the purples one and sizing in up, Del was impatiently waiting buy the counter, hitting her crowbar on the top and Wes was in the corner trying to get some rest. Snape still sung that awful Taylor SwiftTM song all the way here so they didn't get much sleep. Suddenly out pooped the salesman. Instantly Mal recognised who he was.
"You!" he said.
"Mal?!" replied the salesman/bartender/bouncer. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh just a spot of fishing" Mal replied, winking at the salesman/bartender/bouncer while twirling the fishing pole in the air seductively. The man swooned.
"Yeah I want a blue one!" said Del, loudly interrupting Mal's reunion.
"Okay sure thing, there's one in the back, theres also a green one if you want that?" Wes jumped up from their corner and appeared next to Del enthusiastically.
"I'll take it!" they said, slamming their hand on the top of the counter.
"SO that's three fishing rods, any bait?" asked the salesman/bartender/bouncer. The triplets looked at each other.
"Nah" they said in union.

A few moments later the triplets were sitting in a botte in the middle of the ocean.
"Ah this is relaxing!" said Mal loudly, resting his hands behind his head?
"SHUT UP MAL YOU'RE SCARING AWAY THE FISH!" yelled Del, threatening Mal with her crowbar.
Wes was intently focused on the water, holding their fishing pole in their hands sturdly. "I will not let go" they whispered to themselves. Suddenly something bit and Wes' line. Insticnetly they let go of the pole.
"oh no" yelled Wes loudly!. "my pole"
"Wow, Wes." Mal said, closing his eyes. "Can this day get any worse?"
Suddenly it started to rain and Wes began to cry.
Del smached Mal in the head with the crowbar. "Now look what you;ve done you fool."

Out of nowhere, a giant fish jumped out of the water right next to their botte. It was at least the size of a bus.
"Wow! That fish is at least the size of a bus!" observed Wes.
"Good observation, Wes!" The other two said encouragingly, they were always there to support one another no matter what.
The fish suddenly flopped down and created a hige wave that made the triplets fall into the water and into the mouth of the giant fish.

When they awoke, the triplets found themselves in the belly of the huge fish.
"Hey isn't this what happened to Noah?" said Wes
"No, Wes" said Mal rolling his eyes "He was the one that made blood into wine, duh"
They were interrupted by a loud grumbling noise.
"Oh no!" said Mal loudly "I think that's the fish's digestive system turning on! We're going to be melted with acidic grossness."
"No Mal, that's my stomach" said Del, rubbing her stomach. "Besides, everyone knows that fish don't have digestive systems."
"Oh of course" Mal figeted, he was sitting on something uncomfortable, but didn't know what it was.
"How are we going to get out of here?" Wes asked, panicking a little bit.
"There is no way out" came a voice from the dark corner of the fish's stomach. Out from it appeared a skinny old man, his cane was the only thing he was wearing, besides a scrappy piece of cloth coverig his loins. Mal, Wes and Del all blushed as they noticed the shape of which the man was in.
"Wh-wh-who are you?" they all stuttered.
"I am Lemon Snicker"
"The man who wrote "A Series of Bad Circumstances"?" asked Mal
"Yes, that is me" said Leroy Snack, forlornly.
"Its okay Mr Skillet, we'll get you out of here!" said the triplets excitedly. "We just have to think of a way out."
Suddenly Mal stood up, the pain in his buttocks was too much to bear. He had been sat on the three fishing rods, a bunch of cloth and Del's crowbar.
"My crowbar!" Del yelled and pounced on top of it. "I missed you so much."
"That gives me an idea!" said Wes. They got together the three fishing rods and the cloth and combined them, making a large mechanism that looked like a giant bow. "We're going to fling ourselves out of here"
"But how?" asked Del "theres no hole to escape from"
"Remember Del, I'm a marine biologist." Wes reminded everyone gently. "This type of fish only reveals its hole every hour. We just have to wait and prepare." So they did. The four of them, Mal, Wes, Del and Lowman Syndicate were perched on the edge of the bow, waiting for the fish's hole to open up for them. What felt like hours later, the hole finally opened and revealed sunlight.
"Now Mal!" shouted Wes as Del held onto her crowbar and Mal chopped the wrope and they went flying out, straight into the hole and out towards sunlight.

They landed in the ocean and they swam all the way back to shore.
"Thank you so much" said Lumpy Sausage "I thought I would be trapped in that beast forever!"
"It's okay, Mr Sandwich" they all said.
"Let's go back to the car, I'm sure Snape is worried about us"
"Oh no!" said Del "we forgot to get some food!"
"I'ts okay Del" Wes said, yawning "We can stop off at Sainsbury's on the way back to the car"

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