"It's a prawn appeal" whispered the black-eyed

"It's a prawn appeal" whispered the black-eyed shrimp, "against their sentence for crimes against mollusculinity". "What?" replied the outraged reported, "But they haven't even bee

, "This is the last time I eat sushi with you!" He abruptly got up and stormed out of the restaurant. But he'd already been bugged. You see, the fish were working undercover for a

branch of the Norwegian Intelligence Service, the infamous Etterretningstjenesten. He would lead them to The Kraken's lair who was suspected of having been turned by the KGB. He

'd long noticed their tail & decided not to signal them by dropping a piece of Lutefisk out the car window. The Etteretningstjenesten agents Volvo was being tailed by the Kraken's

Bugatti (pirate-eating is profitable). The Kraken traded paint with the E-tjenesten agents until he hit a red light. The Kraken stopped; the agents didn't. They knew a fish market

Was on this block that sold princesstarta and pickled herring. The smorgasbord was found here and nowhere else in town. Erickson's Deli had a Christmas window display year round.

It depicted the Christmas Night Massacre down to the finest detail. Even the anthrax was authentic. That explains why almost everybody that takes the tour dies horribly soon after.

Madame Tussauds was making money hand over fist on crowds of suicidal tourists. They tended to give her everything in their wallets for admission. But the anthrax made it hard to

count all the money. The bacteria made her eyes blurry, her nose bleeded. She died later that day.