"You certainly are YOU, Miss Sardine--but just WHAT does that have to do with your 'disappearance'?"
"OH, NOT YOU TOO?!"
"I'm sorry to be dense, but I don't see the connection."
"Oh, let's GO, Cody! I Knew this wouldn't work!"
"Hold on, Mable!" Cody interjected desperately, "Break it down! Constable Crab will understand if anyone will!"
"OK, I'll try one last time. Look, Constable, I am ME-- Mable Sardine! I am ONE of a kind--and NOT just one of the Seven Sardines! If it wasn't for MY talent and MY voice--there wouldn't BE Seven Sardines. I AM THE SHOW!!"
This sardine WAS pretty hard to handle--and I could certainly see why Cody thought 'Some sardines were more trouble than they were worth', BUT hearing her most unusual voice and sensing her overwhelming personality--I began to see her point--she was NOT just another sardine!
"I begin to understand. So what do you want, Miss Sardine?" I asked very politely and calmly.
"Ahhh, Call me Mable, Constable--everyone else does.
What do I want? Number one: I want top billing! I want MY name in lights, like this: Mable and the Six Sardines.
Number two: I want more money than the rest of the sardines put together.
Number three: I want Cody here to be MY personal choreographer.
Number four: I want to chose ALL the music I do with ANY group--including the other six sardines--and have I got some terrific numbers I personally wrote!
And that's what I want OR you won't see ME at the Clam Shell Concert Saturday night. Period!"