Fred the Fish and Sam Clam were best friends, even though Fred the Fish was pretty square (he always goes to school) and Sam Clam was a little wild (he never met a mussel that he didn't want to pump). But still they were the best of friends.
One day, Fred's school was caught and he became an excellent entree at a local bistro. But Fred's little fishy soul went to heaven, where he got some white robes, a halo, and a harp, and Fred was happy.
But he missed his friend. One day, during harp rehearsal, he heard from a recently arrived lobster that Sam had also passed away. "But he's not here!" Fred cried, and then realized...uh oh...Sam must be there.
The music director saw that Fred was upset, and took him aside. "You know, I can talk to the Big Guy for you, and maybe you can go down there for a little while and say hi to your friend." He was true to his word, and the next day, Fred was allowed to visit Sam, with only one stipulation: He had to be back in heaven by midnight, or he'd have to stay down there forever.
Down Fred went! He had no problem finding Sam--he was running a popular disco. Sam laughed and embraced his old friend, and the two talked about old times and caught up. Sam gave Fred a tour of the club; Fred played a harp solo for Sam that he'd been working on. They were having such a nice visit that Fred lost track of time, and all of a sudden he realized it was 11:55. "Yikes!" He yelped, "I have to go!" He bid a quick farewell to his old friend and made a dash back up to heaven.
"So how was it?" The musical director asked Fred the next day.
"It was great," Fred said mournfully, "but...I left my harp in Sam Clam's disco!"
BWAH HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!
Heading to San Francisco on Tuesday for some book store and school visits!