Three scientists — Papaia, Banani, and Ravioli — and their assistant Igor, who work at NASAL, begin to show an interest in creationism. Their superiors, concerned, send them to a psychologist, Professor Faggioli — a questionable character determined to get them fired by making them look insane.
We’re in Professor Faggioli’s office, where Ravioli is undergoing an evaluation.
Ravioli is recounting when he started attending the “Anonymous Fish Hiders” meetings.
[Interior, NASAL office — Ravioli is still seated in front of Faggioli.]
Ravioli (with a faint smile):
“…In the end, I started going to the group. Every week. And… you know what? I felt good. Finally… understood.”
[Faggioli nods mechanically, already ready to take notes.]
[FLASHBACK — Interior, meeting room, final session of the year.]
Moderator (enthusiastically):
“Guys, to close out the year… let’s have a dinner! An evening together!”
Opera Singer (clapping hands):
“Yes! But no fish, please!”
Station Master (chuckling):
“Agreed. A little trattoria! Fixed menu, good and cheap. I know the perfect place.”
[Everyone applauds.]
[CUT — Exterior, evening. Flickering sign of a neighborhood trattoria. The group enters cheerfully.]
[Interior, trattoria — Warm atmosphere, dim lighting. They sit at a long table, laughing and chatting.]
[A waiter arrives with a tray, placing it down with flair.]
Waiter (proudly):
“Welcome! House specialty! Oven-baked fish with potatoes!”
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[A massive golden sea bass is laid on the table, surrounded by steaming potatoes.]
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[A frozen silence. Wide eyes. Half-open mouths. A fork clatters loudly.]
[CUT — Exterior, night. Outside the trattoria, the group exits laughing, waving goodbye to the staff.]
Station Master (shaking the waiter’s hand):
“Delicious! Outstanding!”
Opera Singer (bowing):
“Unforgettable!”
[The staff goes back inside as the group walks toward the parking lot.]
Igor (with a look of pure disdain):
“What a bitter surprise! A dinner for fish hiders… made of fish! More than bitter… it tasted like the sea!”
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