to get caught. Let your net go, will you! Pete:    No way! This is the haul of the century! (Matt re-enters, hearing the commotion.) Matt:    What's going on? Josh:    They're all catching, Matt! Quick, let's throw a line in! Matt:    OK, you go that end and I'll go the other end! (They do so, casting their lines out respectively.) Sam:    (To Matt) Oh, grab one of my lures if you want. I mean, I've caught something really big .. as usual. Just saying. Mastr:    (Struggling and out of breath) Lend me a hand, pupils! I beg you! (They scribble madly in their handbooks) Josh:    Got one! Wooooo! (Reeling in) Matt:    I knew your side would be the best, beginner's luck! ... Wait... (feeling a bite) Bingo! Yes! (Reeling in) My side will have the bigger fish I know it. Fan#2:    Go master! The pliers and bucket are poised and ready! (They all haul in at the same time, realising that none of them have fish; rather they are all tangled up in each other's lines.) Pete:    What a minute... this isn't the haul of the century!.. Matt:    That's not a fish... my line is caught in your net! Josh:    Me too! Ah get it off! Sarah:    My precious fish slipped off and now I'm caught in your net, Pete! Fel:    The poor fish was never there in the first place. And now it's lost forever. Matt:    Stop pulling it in, my line will get tangled even worse! Pete:    What am