Alone… and with a Fish in His Pocket.

Three scientists — Papaia, Banani, and Ravioli — and their assistant Igor, who work at NASAL, begin to show an interest in creationism. Their superiors, worried, send them to a psychologist, Professor Faggioli — a shady figure determined to get them fired by making them seem insane.

We’re in Professor Faggioli’s office, where Ravioli is undergoing an evaluation.

Ravioli is recounting the time he used to hide fish in his pocket during company dinners.

[Flashback — Exterior, evening. Downtown is nearly deserted, storefronts are closed, and the streetlights flicker. Ravioli exits a fancy restaurant.]

[His lab coat is half unbuttoned. The pockets are bulging and slightly greasy: pieces of fish are inside.]

Ravioli (thinking to himself):

“I have to… I have to tell them eventually. I just need the courage. No more fish in the pocket.”

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[He walks a few steps, clutching the coat awkwardly. Then a memory flares up in his mind.]

[Flashback within the flashback — Interior, home kitchen. A strict woman points her finger at him.]

Ravioli’s Mom (shouting):

“You’re not leaving the table until you eat ALL the fish! NO games! NO friends!”

[Another flash: Young Ravioli, sad, sitting at his school desk at sunset, staring at fish on a plate as punishment.]

[Back to the present. Ravioli shakes his head, dejected.]

Ravioli (thinking, lowering his gaze):

“No… I can’t do it…”

[As he walks close to the walls, a colorful flyer stuck to a cracked bulletin board catches his eye.]

[He approaches. It’s a crumpled flyer.]

NARRATOR (Ravioli’s inner thoughts while reading):

> “Tired of hiding fish in your clothes? 

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…Afraid to say you don’t like fish? You’re not alone. Join ‘Anonymous Fish Hiders.’

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… First session free. We’re here to hear your silent pain.”

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[Ravioli stands frozen, the wind rustling the edges of his lab coat.]

Ravioli (whispering, in disbelief):

“…I’m not alone?”

[He closes his eyes for a moment. His right pocket deflates — a sardine drops to the pavement with a loud slap. 

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…Ravioli sighs.]

[Cut: the flashback fades, and we return to the evaluation office. Faggioli is staring at him, wide-eyed.]

Igor later commented:

“A flyer about a group of fish hiders, huh? Well, it would’ve been useful to him. At the very least, if the group didn’t help, he could’ve used it… to wrap the fish!”

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