I don't know what happened. One moment Finkleton was swimming happily in his new home, eating his new fish food. The next moment... OK, five hours later... he was belly up and taking a trip to that big tank in the sky. A trip which, as we all know, requires a trip down the toilet first.
Five hours, are you serious? So much for Georgia's first pet fish. Maybe we'll just pretend this one didn't happen.