"So what exactly are you going to do with them?" the fisherman asked, signing her invoice.
"There's a large tank in the front lobby of the Crustacean Institute, mostly for entertaining the children and letting them see lobsters up close. These lucky little devils will get to live out their lives in comfort, with no fear of being eaten."
Dan realized that this was a, shall we say, unique situation, but he still found it bizarre that he was MORE terrified at not being eaten. They loaded Dan and the other five lobsters into the back of a van, and drove away.
Mentally, he reached out to his sister.
"Kat! KAT! We have a problem!"
"What happened?" came her voice a moment later, calm on the surface but a worried note underneath. "Did something get into the trap with you?"
"No, I got caught alright - by a research vessel! They're going to put me in a display tank for the rest of my life, Kat! HELP!"
"Oh for the love of- You have, hands down, the *worst* luck. Alright, we'll start scrying ag-wait, hold on."
Dan groaned.
"What now?"
"WHO caught you, exactly?"
"Uh..."
Dan thought back to what he had heard.
"The Crustacean Institute. You know, the ones doing all the work on sustainable fishing and so on."
"Oh! Oh, that's perfect!"
Dan groaned.
"Kat! This isn't the time to gloat over me being lower on the food chain!"
Kat laughed.
"No, you aquatic dimwit! The Crustacean Institue's only got one museum, about 20 miles from the house! We don't need to scry for you, just *wait!*"
Dan felt a little foolish.
"Oh. Uh. Right. I knew that..."
"Ok, so, here's the plan. You'll get put in the tank, and tonight after the museum closes I'll sneak in and bust you out."
"And how, exactly, are you gonna do that?"
There was a long, long pause on the other end. Dan suddenly felt even more foolish.
"...Magic. You're going to use magic."
"In your defense, it's been a stressful day, and lobsters have very small brains."
"Har dee har har..."