Freddie the Fish always wanted to be a great artist. He started working in water colors, then moved on to other media. His favorites to paint were ocean landscapes, and he thought he was ready for the big time.

Freddie began frequenting art galleries trying to make contacts. One evening he introduced himself to Antoine Moray, the great art critic. He was able to set up a meeting for Freddie to show his portfolio but needed just the right location. Freddie knew just the place. His friend Sam the Clam owned the hottest nightclub in the trendy tide pool area. Freddie called him up and reserved a table where he could show his works to the great Moray. This would make or break him in the art world!

The night came and Freddie nervously approached the night spot, clutching his portfolio. Everybody who was anybody was there. He entered and there at the table was Moray. Freddie nervously handed over his best works and waited as Moray looked each over slowly. 

At last, when Freddie's nerves could hardly take the strain, Moray looked up at him with baleful eyes.

"Rubbish!" he announced, then rose and left to go to the bar.

Freddie was devastated. He swam dejectedly to the exit and hailed a cab to take him home. On the way he realized that everything he had ever dreamed of had just come crashing down around him. What would he do? He had to be an artist! But what if there was some mistake?

Freddie looked around to make double check that he had put his best efforts into his portfolio. But, to his dismay, he couldn't find it anywhere in the cab! 

"Driver! Turn around! I must go back!" he shouted in alarm.

"What for?" the cabby inquired.

"I left my art in Sam Clam's disco!"