Splish Splish Torture the Fish

I am working this fine night of September 26. I called Karl to ask how his evening was. He told me the fish did not have a good evening. While he was doing the dishes he suddenly became aware that things had grown quiet. Then he heard loud splashing noises. He went into the living room to find the terrible twosome splashing merrily in the fish tank with an empty, and thankfully clean, cup. Fish swimming frantically, water on couch, kids and floor. You know, working is nice.