The Time-Traveling Goldfish and the Mystery of the Lost Treasure
At Premier Estate Buyer Boca Raton, the usual clientele consisted of folks looking to sell their gold jewelry, fine watches, and estate treasures. But on this particular Thursday, the most unexpected visitor waddled in—a goldfish in a tiny robotic suit.
Yes. A goldfish. In a suit.
The shop manager, Greg, stared in disbelief as the little creature flopped onto the counter, its robotic arms adjusting a monocle over its left eye.
"Good day, sir," the fish bubbled, its tiny mechanical voice echoing in the silent shop. "I believe you handle rare and valuable gold artifacts?"
Greg nodded slowly. "Uh… yes. Yes, we do."
The fish tilted its head. "Excellent. Then allow me to present to you a most intriguing find."
The Forgotten Gold of Atlantis
With a dramatic gesture (as dramatic as a two-inch-tall robotic fish can be), the fish produced a glowing golden coin engraved with ancient symbols.
"Behold! A lost treasure of Atlantis!"
Greg squinted. "Wait… Atlantis isn't real."
The fish puffed up. "It was! Until it wasn't! Listen, human, I didn't come here for history lessons. Do you want the coin or not?"
Greg examined the artifact. It was pure gold, heavy, and undeniably ancient.
"Where did you even find this?" Greg asked.
The fish sighed. "Time travel. It’s a long story involving a rogue dolphin, a malfunctioning submarine, and a very angry sea turtle. But that’s irrelevant. The important part is that I need to sell this gold before my past self finds out."
Greg, whose weirdness tolerance had already been pushed to its limit that week, just nodded.
"Fine. I’ll buy it. Boca Raton Gold Buyer takes historical gold, after all."
The fish clapped its fins together. "Splendid!"
A Timeline in Crisis
Just as Greg prepared the paperwork, the door flew open.
A second robotic goldfish, identical to the first, leaped onto the counter.
"STOP! THAT FISH IS AN IMPOSTER!" it screeched.
Greg looked between the two identical time-traveling goldfish.
"Uh… what?"
The first goldfish hissed. "Ignore him! He’s trying to sabotage our deal!"
The second goldfish pointed an accusing fin. "If he sells that coin, time collapses! The Estate Buyer Boca Raton will NEVER EXIST!"
Greg blinked. "Oh, so this is my problem now?"
The goldfish both started yelling, flapping their tiny fins, knocking over a very expensive gold pocket watch.
Greg sighed.
"Okay, new policy—no time travelers in the shop."
And with that, he tossed both robotic fish into the parking lot.
The Aftermath
Greg never figured out which goldfish was telling the truth. But later that night, he saw the news:
BREAKING: Scientists Stunned as Random Gold Coins Wash Up on Boca Raton Beach. Experts Baffled.
Greg turned off the TV.
"I need a vacation."