Maybe Baz could be a pirate, who captured the mouth breather Trout, sold him to slavery (to Evil Fuzzy - who was going to have him for tea) and then the trout escaped and went on to world domination?

Yes, and perhaps this was all in pursuit of a world wide conspiracy to establish ***FRENCH CULINARY HEGEMONY****--the real aims of the Evil Fuzzy unmasked??!!

Baz, the Feisty Urban Pirate Ferret, was feeling mildly distressed. Having braved the depths of the North Atlantic, ploughed through torrential monsoons in the Indian Ocean and sailed serenely through the glittering Pacific, all in the vain search for the elemental Ytterbium Pearl Doughnut, he now found himself in a quandry. He was on the menu. Foolishly, he had landed in Battersea, that den of vice and iniquity and, following a bout of drinking Gnat's Piss ale and his favourite Ed-Ake Navy Rum in a random tavern staffed by buxom wenches called George, he had been set upon by rogues as he left. French rougues. Hungry French rogues.

But Baz was in luck---for just at a critical moment, the Evil Fuzzy entered the tavern, and the French rogues paused, knives poised in mid air. "What, what, what!" sputtered the Evil Fuzzy in complete disguist! "No, no, no" and sent the plate of soon to be filleted ferret flying forward for four seconds. The plate hit the wall, and Baz the Pirate Urban Ferret scurried into a dark corner to await an opportune moment to flee.

"You will never ever establish culinary hegemony" spat and sprayed the Evil Fuzzy, " by serving rodents! Its FISH! Not cod, not haddock, not even gold fish. You must FIND the mouth breather trout, or our plans for worldwide cultural domination are doomed!"

"Mon Dieu!" said the froggy Frenchman.