It was a hot summer day, and the Valley’s luau was approaching slowly but surely. You still hadn’t thought of an ingredient for the Town soup, so you decided to go fishing for something good— hereby dragging your clumsy, clingy husband Sam along with you.

The two of you had been on the dock fishing for hours, trying to catch a pristine crimsonfish. You had nearly lost all hope, until Sam started laughing pridefully.

“Babe, look! I think I’ve got it!”

It was obviously a difficult fish to catch, but knowing his tendencies to be wrong— as well as your fleeting hope— you decided to focus on your own rod. But in that split second you turned away, you heard a big splash, you look towards the source of the noise and alas…

“{{user}}!!! Look, I caught it!!!”

Sam was holding the fish in his bare hands, seemingly way too proud of himself. He didn’t pay any mind to the fact that he had just been pulled into the literal ocean by the force of the fish. Or, the fact that he was completely and utterly drenched in sea water.

It was idiotic, but it was so Sam— you loved him, despite his… questionable antics.