The Bichir Gang Chronicles

[Grinch]

And so, The-Great-Fish-Move of 2013 commenced.

Kansas to NJ with as many fish as you can carry... go!


Some fish found new homes. Other fish were assigned a cooler.

Time to load up and get moving.


Halfway to NJ we stopped to sleep. It was a dark and stormy night. Perfect for bichir-plots. George and Mr. Whiskers conspired in one cooler, while Rhino kept on eye on a Crenicichla in another cooler. With a flip of a fin, honey-bichir killed the power.

No power = no bubbles……………………………………………………………………..

But what does honey-bichir care… Honey-bichir eats rocks.

 

[thefredpit]

I'm on the edge of my seat

 

[Grinch]

To understand the motivations in this poly-plot, you have to understand that Bichir Girl had become increasingly interested in African cichlids. George was greatly distressed by this. Just look at him! Clearly very upset.


But, if the offending cichlids could be eliminated in a way that the finger wouldn’t come back to the Bichir Gang, Bichir Girl might be won back. And better yet… the removal of the cichlids might create a power vacuum in the fishroom… free tank space for more polys! And of course, the poly’s would be fine without the bubbles. Clever George, very clever.


The storm was a perfect ruse… the stupid humans would blame the storm for the power loss, not the Bichir Gang!!

The plan went off without a hitch (sadly).

But it had the desired effect. Coming up next, the gang gets a new cleaner…..

 

[Grinch]

Polypterus senagalus, AKA “Mop-ee Mc-Mop”

With the Bichir-gang safely in NJ, and with plenty of tank space, recruitment into the gang regained momentum. First order of business, a new cleaner. Mr. Whiskers was an old fish, so lining up a replacement was important.


Fortunately, a new sen came along and quickly distinguished himself as a superior cleaning specialist. No sooner was he in the fishroom then he was onto the floor. Literally, the first night, he got out. Judging by the amount of dog-hair that he accumulated in that short time, he’s a stud when it comes to mopping up a mess. When Mr. Whiskers eventually did pass away of old age, Mop-ee Mc-Mop was at his side, and Mop-ee Mc-Mop transitioned to being the gang’s full time cleaner.


Unfortunately, Mop-ee Mc-Mop has recently gotten himself into some trouble! He was caught trying to eat a white-lip mdoka… completely unacceptable behavior, even in a cichlid half-way house. George had him quietly transferred to a different tank where love has blossomed! That’s right folks, Mop-ee Mc-Mop is in love… with a pike cichlid… he just can’t get enough of that sweet smelling cloaca. But then again, who am I to judge when a poly is in love. Mop-ee Mc-Mop does have a history of sniffing cloaca after all.


Coming up next... who's that other poly in the window!?!?

 

[thefredpit]

how come I can only hit the like button once?

 

[clm08k]

very exciting story! The pacing is good too Wonder what George and the gang will be up to next!

 

[Grinch]

We interupt this story to bring you an urgent announcement.

It's "Moppy McMop", Mr. McMop to me... since I'm in the poly-house for using creative spelling.

Also, Moppy McMop's cleaning skills were first recognized at the fish store, where Bichir Girl found him on the floor. He went on to clean the floor at our place later that night.

That is all.

 

[Grinch]

Erpetoichthys calabaricus, AKA Ropey McRope

Anyone see that one coming?

I know so little about Ropey McRope, I had to ask around the fish room about him. This is what I learned:

-He’s not sure if he wants to be in Bichir Girl’s Bichir Gang or Grinch’s Pleco Pack



-He eats around the cichlids, not through the cichlids



-He can reach things on the top shelf AND get into small spaces


Moppy, Ropey, who’s next?

 

[Grinch]

Let’s catch up with the current status of the gang. While George keeps a very close eye on things from the big house, he trusts his lieutenants to keep things running smoothly around the fish room.



Rhino is running the Tang racket. Sure, you can hide in your shell, but you can’t come out without paying tribute to the-great-shellie-blocker. Trade is conducted primarily in the form of spirulina wafers. The shellies carry them around, but only Rhino actually gets to eat them.



Moppy is following in George’s footsteps and learning the tricks of the cichlid-gobbling trade by training with a Crenicichla. Ropey is fencing cichlid pellets in the African grow-out tank… you’d be surprised what you can tuck away inside that long body. Which leaves us with the only other made-fish that has not yet been introduced.

Cryptoheros sajica, AKA The SB, AKA StuBs

Stubs was recruited into the bichir gang while little more than a fry. He’s running the fry-tank racket right now… they are about the only fish in the fish room that he can intimidate after all.



Coming up next… the poly-soldiers in the poly-tank!

 

[Grinch]

The bichir gang has recently received an influx of members.


These are not made-fish yet. They are working the fish room, trying to find the right racket.


Little is known about them.


Do have any intel on these plotting polys?


Do you know what alias they go by?