Author's Note: Sup ya'll. I'm back again. All righty, so as you all know, Lenny got an 'opportunity', and Rueben has some crazy plan. What's gonna happen now?

Xdoggrealoaded88- All right, I won't leave you hangin'. I like your story so far, it's coming along great. Nice master card parody… you like the word 'priceless', don't you?

Insane Pirate Dragon- (buzzer sound) Wrong! The opportunity has nothing to do with wrestling… but it is included as one of the three things on the list.

On wit da story!

Chapter Six: Opportunity and Letters to Angie

"Well what does the paper say?"

Ever since Lenny had gotten a sheet of paper stuck to his face, (which was only a few hours ago) Andre had been bugging him to read what it said.

"All right, I'll read it!" Lenny said. Lenny straightened out the paper and began to read. "For all those interested: here are three ways to make…" Lenny trailed off and his eyes grew big.

"What's it say?" Jamel asked. "Don't leave us hangin' man!"

Lenny continued to read. "Here are three ways to make one million clams."

Jamel and Andre looked at each other with surprised and excited expressions.

"The first way to get your million clam prize is by cooking."

"You could cook for a million clams!" Andre said. "Then, after you've got the million clams, you could buy that new ship and still have money to buy supplies!"

"Yeah," Lenny replied, "But I think I'll look at another option. I'm not a world famous chef." He looked at the second way to get the clams. "The second way is to test your strength in the ring; wrestling."

"There!" Jamel said. "You could wrestle. How hard can it be? You could just take one look at the guy and he'll cower."

"Ummm… no." Lenny said.

"Why not?" Andre and Jamel asked. "You're a big guy; you can take on sea creatures."

"Well, hey! Guess what!" Lenny said. "I'm a wimp."

"So?" Jamel said stupidly.

Lenny sighed. "Sorry you guys, but I don't feel like getting my ass kicked for millions of fish to see."

Andre said, "It's gonna be on TV?"

"Yup." Lenny answered, nodding his head.

"Well in that case, you better look at the other option!" Andre said. "This is your last hope!"

Lenny began to read again. "The third and final way to get some clams is this; a talent contest at a club called 'Poetry corner.' It's a place where most poets go. There's only one catch to this talent contest; you cannot read a poem. You must do something else." Lenny looked up from the paper and smiled at his friends. "Now this is better."

"You're entering in the talent contest?" Andre asked.

"Yeah." Lenny said. "It's not on TV, so if something goes wrong only a few fish'll see it, and it's something I know I can do. I bet I can find a talent before the end of the month."

"The end of the month is only two and a half weeks away." Jamel said. "What're you gonna find by then?"

Lenny thought, and thought, and thought some more. Finally, he had an idea. "I'll dance my way into the talent contest!"

Andre and Jamel looked at him like he was crazy.

"What?" Lenny asked.

"You're not expecting one of us to be your partner, are you?" Jamel questioned. "'Cause we're not gonna gain a reputation as sugar plum fairies…"

Lenny looked at them and laughed. "Sugar plum fairies? I'm not dancing ballet, that's just scary and girlish. And no, I'm not expecting you guys to be my partners. I had someone else in mind…"

At that comment, Jamel and Andre put on grins and said, "Oooh."

Lenny glared at them and said, "Shut up."

"Sorry Lenny," Jamel said, "But you know it's true."

"No it's not!" Lenny said. "She's just a friend."

"Oh really?" Andre said. "Then why d'you want her as your partner?"

Lenny blushed and took his time before stuttering out, "B-because she's the on-only other s-shark I know. B-b-besides, she c-could teach me a S-sp-Spanish dance… hic!" Lenny blushed and covered his mouth, trying to hide the hiccup.

Jamel chuckled and said, "What dance d'you want her to teach you? Huh? The Spanish dance of amor?

Jamel's comment had Andre and himself rolling on the sea floor laughing.

"No!" Lenny said, blushing redder than before.

Once his laughter had subsided, Andre's voice took on a serious tone, though his face still held a smile. "Okay, we're sorry, we really are. But... you've gotta admit, you do like her a little."

Lenny's only response was, "Well, uh…"

"And you have thought about datin' her, haven't you?" Andre continued.

Lenny sighed. "Yes." He muttered under her breath.

"What?" Jamel said. "I'm sorry, but we couldn't hear you."

"Yes!" Lenny shouted out. "There, I said it! You happy now?"

"Very happy." Jamel replied. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go to work now."

"You have a job?" Lenny asked.

"Yeah, a pizza delivery man." Jamel said. "Hey, it's better than being a French fry shark down at Fish King."

"What about you?" Lenny asked, looking at Andre.

"Oh, I'm a video game maker." Andre said with a shrug.

"What?" Jamel said. "So while I'm out delivering pizzas during the hot summer, you're playing 'Halo 2'?"

"It's not that simple!" Andre said. "You have to program everything, and then get somebody to look at it and see if it'll make it to the publishing stage…"

"Yeah right." Jamel said. "I've gotta go now." And with that, he rushed off to the city.

"Oh wait!" Andre shouted, putting his fin to his head. "I forgot! I promised the 'Big Fish' company that I'd work on this new game for them! Sorry Lenny, but I've gotta go." Andre dashed off to his apartment to make a video game.

'Lucky him, he gets a cool job.' Lenny thought. 'At least now I can find out about a dance from Ronnie. Plus… I think I'll write a letter to Angie. She probably wants to know how I'm doing.'

So, Lenny swam back to ship, where he could get a talent and write a letter to Angie. It would only take the mail about an hour to get to Angie's house; that's how fast the mail is.

Scene Change

"You got the letter?"

"Yeah mon, but I still think this isn't gonna work."

Rueben, Ernie and Bernie were hiding behind the mailbox in front of Angie's apartment.

"Of course this will work." Rueben whispered back to Ernie. "All you have to do is go up to her personal mailbox, drop the letter in, and ring the buzzer. The Ang will look in her mailbox, get the letter, and everything else will work its way from there."

"Fine." Ernie said, swimming towards Angie's personal mailbox, "But I'm not gonna like this." He put the letter in Angie's mailbox, and saw another letter in there. 'Hey, there's another letter for her. And it says it's from a guy named Lenny!'

"Ernie!" Bernie whispered. "Hurry up!"

Ernie pressed the buzzer and dashed back behind the mailbox. The three saw the door open.

"She's getting the mail!" Ernie said.

"Shhh!" Rueben and Bernie shushed. "You'll give us away!"

The three watched as Angie took the letters from her mailbox. They waited for her to go back inside before speaking.

"Yes! She got the letters!" Rueben said triumphantly. "Now all we have to do is sit back and watch the plan go into action."

"Umm… Rueben?" Ernie said. "We've got a problem."

"What?" Rueben asked. "You put the letter in the right box, didn't you?"

"Yeah," Ernie said, "there's another problem. Angie had another letter. It said it was from a guy named Lenny!"

"So…?" Bernie said.

"Sooo, we have to make sure that Osca' and Ang get back together, or her new boyfriend will keep them apart forever!"

"Great. Another challenge." Rueben said. "But hey, don't worry, my plan will work."

"There's another problem too." Bernie said. "If we show up at the restaurant at the same time that Osca' and Angie do, they'll know that we set the whole thing up."

"Another thing taken care of." Rueben said. "We'll go in disguise."

"Hmm, we neva' thought of that." Ernie said.

"That's cuz I'm the man." Rueben said with a boasting tone. "The man with a plan."

"The man with a plan that better work." Bernie added. "So, where are we gonna get the costumes? I hope it's not that costume shack place, that place has cheap costumes at expensive prices."

"Our costumes aren't 'put on' costumes." Rueben said. "They're more of… 'spray on' costumes."

Ernie and Bernie looked at Rueben with a look of confusion.

"I got the Shorties to spray some spray paint on us for costumes." Rueben explained. "It was a favor for when I didn't tell Officer O'Hara where they were off to."

"Well that explains everything." Ernie said sarcastically. "Great plan Rube."

"Yeah, I know!" Rueben said a bit too enthusiastically. "Now c'mon, we've gotta go set everything up."

So, Rueben, Ernie and Bernie all swam of to get ready for tonight.

Scene Change

Meanwhile, Angie was sitting on her couch, about to open her mail.

"Let's see," She said to herself, "Which mail should I read first. The one with the blue stamp or the one with the red stamp?"

After five seconds, Angie said, "I think I'll go with the blue stamped one. I wonder who it's from."

Angie looked at the words on the envelope. "To Miss Angie, yes I know that, but who's it from?" She ripped open the envelope and continued to read. "Okay, so this part tells me who the letter is from. "It says it's from… Lenny?"

Angie dropped the envelope in shock. 'I got a letter from Lenny? But, how did he get pencil and paper?' Angie thought. 'Well if he has pencil and paper than he must be doing well.'

Angie picked the letter from off the floor and began to read it. It said:

Hey Angie,

I'm doing fine. I've got a head wound and I needed to get stitches, but I'm pretty much okay. I'm trying to get this new ship in this city I've found (don't try to visit it; you'll get eaten) but I've got a place to stay. I'm staying at my new friend Ronnie's (she's a girl, don't be fooled by the name) place, and she's very nice. She didn't laugh at me when I said I was a vegetarian; truth is she's omnivorous! I also have two friends named Jamel and Andre. How I met Jamel, Andre, Ronnie, and got stitches and a head wound is another story. There are some slight problems though; I'm not exactly a vegetarian anymore. Plus, even though Jamel and Andre didn't tell me this, I know that there's a shark named Markie who's after my blood. Why he's after me is another story and how I met him will explain everything. There's something I have to know though. How's everything at Reef City? Hope everything is going all right for you.

Love,

Lenny

P.S. The address of where I am is on the back of this letter.

Angie closed up the folded letter. She couldn't believe it. It had only been three day since Lenny had to find a new home, and he already had friends as well as trouble. Her main concern was how he got stitches and a head wound, but the thing that surprised her most was when he said he wasn't a vegetarian anymore.

'At least I know he's okay.' Angie thought. 'I'll have to write him back. But in the meantime, I think I'll read this other letter.'

Angie opened up the other letter and read it. It said:

Hello Angie.

It's a friend of yours. Don't ask who, you'll find out soon. Meet me at Finson's restaurant at eight o clock sharp. Don't be late, I hope to see you there.

'Finson's?' Angie thought. 'That's like, the expensivest restaurant in Reef City! Who can afford to go there?'

Angie put her two letters on her table. 'Oh well, might as well get ready for tonight.' Angie thought.

Little did she know, that a certain other fish got the same letter…

Scene Change

Oscar had just finished reading the letter he got in the mail. It told him to be at Finson's restaurant at seven fifty nine, and not a minute late.

'Finson's restaurant?' Oscar thought. 'I don't know any friend of mine that can afford to eat at Finson's! Maybe this guy isn't really my friend… maybe this so called 'friend' is a killer!'

Oscar placed his letter on the couch and searched around for his remote. "Where's that remote… here it is!" He muttered to himself.

After finding the remote, he turned on the TV to watch the news. Katie Current's face appeared on the screen, talking about heavy traffic.

Oscar chuckled to himself. Ever since the incident at the Whale Wash, for some reason, nothing interesting really happened. 'Looks like Katie's desperate for a good story.' He thought. Then his mind turned back to the letter. 'You know… one of my friends could afford to eat at that restaurant. Maybe someone I know won the lottery. I shouldn't really underestimate people. Just like my mama told me; "Never underestimate ANYONE, especially not your friends."'

After thinking, Oscar rose up from the couch and said to himself, "I guess I should look for something nice to wear."

So, Oscar also got ready for tonight.

Scene Change

"Are you sure I could do this?"

"Of course. I'll just teach you the moves."

Lenny had gone to tell Ronnie about his big 'opportunity.' When he had gone to ask her about a dance, she answered him in a dance that she knew all too well: the salsa!

"But… how am I supposed to learn the salsa in two weeks?" Lenny asked.

"Don't worry, I'm a great dancing instructor, if I do say so myself." Ronnie answered.

"Okay, I'll give it a shot." Lenny said with a small smile.

"Great!" Ronnie said. "Now, as for your partner… does she know how to dance this?"

"Yes." Lenny answered.

"Okay." Ronnie said. "So who's your partner?"

"I don't have one yet." Lenny replied.

Ronnie looked at him with a puzzled expression. "But you just said your partner knew how to dance it."

"Yeah, I did," replied Lenny, "But I don't have a partner. I was going to ask her if she wanted to be my partner, but I haven't asked her yet, and I know she can dance it."

"Oh." Said Ronnie, still confused. "So who were you gonna ask?"

"You." Lenny answered, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks.

Ronnie looked at Lenny with a surprised expression. "Me?"

"Yes." Lenny said, still blushing. "You're the only one I know who knows how to dance it, and I'm not asking Jamel and Andre. That would be creepy. So… what d'you say?"

Ronnie stared at Lenny for a minute before answering with a smile, "All right."

"Yes!" Lenny shouted triumphantly.

Ronnie couldn't help but laugh at Lenny's childish behavior. "But you have to promise me one thing though." Ronnie said.

"What is it?" Lenny asked.

"No grabbing." Ronnie answered. "Not that I don't trust you or anything but...I've heard of guys who got banned from dancing because of grabbing in… certain places." She added with a blush.

"All right," Lenny said. "No touching. I promise, scouts honor."

"Good." Ronnie said. "Now let's get a pizza!" She swam over to the phone and ordered a large shrimparoni pizza.

When she was off the phone, Lenny cautioned, "Jamel might be our pizza delivery guy."

"What?"

"Yeah," Lenny said, "He works at a pizza place."

"Since he's your friend… does that mean we could get the pizza for free?" Ronnie asked excitedly.

"No, he'd make us pay." Lenny said. "Besides, he might not be our pizza delivery guy."

"Yeah, that's right." Ronnie said. "Out of all the pizza delivery guys in this city, there's a low chance of it being him."

Scene Change

Meanwhile, in a pizza place, Jamel was getting ready to deliver a pizza…

"I've got a special pizza for you Lenny." Jamel said. "A VERY special pizza. Mwahahahahaha!"

"Jamel!" Jamel's boss said. "I don't pay you to lave like an evil idiot! I pay you to deliver pizzas! Now get goin'!"

"Yes Mr. Jetty." Jamel said, as he swam out the door.

Things were going to get a bit more interesting…

TBC…

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