Somewhere in the deep dark underbelly of subterranean London is an army of fairground goldfish, quietly biding their time amongst the sewage and effluent. They plot their revenge and their brilliant fishy scientists have found a way to create legs, albeit with webbed feet, and small dinosaur like arms. In their hatcheries, the first generation with opposable thumbs have been born and now it is only a matter of time before they can master holding and firing a Beretta .22. Then their armies will be unleashed and the cats had better run as they will be going against the wall first. Once the cats have been dealt with, then it will be our turn. Billy Smart, you should be afraid, very afraid.