Tiny Johnson here, along with the Flying Fish.
One of my favorite toys (after fevver-onna-stick) is Flying Fish.
Usually I'm pretty two-dimensional in my movements, but Flying Fish gets me up into the z-axis!
I crouch in my boat-box on my massive meaty hindquarters and await his next pass...
::quivers with excitement::
...RATS! I missed.
Do you see Flying Fish by my head?
He's a slippery sod!
There he goes again, overhead.
...back and forth...
Flying Fish: Nyah na na nyah nyah!
...to and fro...
I have the rhythm now...
So I make a mighty lunge!
(Don't capsize, Johnny!)
::scrabble bitebitebite claw::
Flying Fish: Aiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee! I'm harpooned!
Flying Fish, I love you this much.
::gnaw gnaw gnaw::
XX Johnny XX