Three scientists — Papaia, Banani, and Ravioli — and their assistant Igor work at NASAL. When they start taking an interest in creationism, their superiors send them to a psychologist for evaluation. The psychologist, Professor Faggioli, is a shady character, determined to get them fired by making them look crazy. Ravioli is the first to enter.
We’re in Professor Faggioli’s office, where Ravioli is recounting the time he refused to eat boiled fish at afterschool care.
As Ravioli tells the story, we enter the flashback.
We’re in Ravioli’s afterschool classroom, where little Raviolino, as usual, has been kept in detention, while the other children are all outside playing.
Teacher: Come on, Raviolino! Eat that fish, I’m tired of having to watch you every day!
Raviolino: I really wish I could, teacher, but it just won’t go down! Don’t you have a plate of lasagna instead?
Teacher: Oh come on, Raviolino! Where do you think you are? This is the public school cafetria, not an Italian restaurant!
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Raviolino: Ugh! Another day of sadness… I can’t wait for six o’clock to come!
The teacher sees a group of colleagues chatting in a circle just outside the classroom door.
Teacher: Raviolino, I’m stepping out for a moment. Make sure you don’t get up from your desk until you finish that fish.
Raviolino: Don’t worry, teacher, just as that fish will stay on the plate until six o’clock, I’ll stay right here in my seat. Though I’m not sure which of us got the better deal. At least the fish will end up in the trash and never come back. I, on the other hand, will be right here tomorrow, in the same spot.
Ravioli lifts his eyes, but realizes he’s speaking to himself. The teacher has already joined her colleagues in the hallway conversation.
Igor (voiceover, emotionally): Truly a pearl of childhood despair, worthy of a Russian novel… but for kids in detention…
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…When Raviolino said, “Though I’m not sure which of us got the better deal”? I wasn’t sure anymore if he was talking about lunch or the human condition.
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…The teacher probably wasn’t paid enough to deal with the artistic inner torment of a sensitive overweight child and his boiled fish fillet…
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…That day, in the school cafetria, a new artistic movement was born: Infantile Expressionism…
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…Ravioli didn’t just want to avoid the fish. He wanted to be understood. But the teacher wasn’t paid enough to engage with new literary movements — she had the state curriculum to follow…
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