As you step inside a strong smell of saw-dust meets your nostrils and you see dozens of animals in large enclosures, the shop seems to be like a Tardis as you wander through room after room of furry being.
"And these were all people?" you ask Brandi.
"Oh yes, every single one," she smiles back,"Mr Marlin and I, Brandi Marlin have rescued them all."
"You're MRS. MARLIN?!" you shout.
"Oh, you think that the Mr Marlin you know is THE Mr. Marlin... that man is Mr Marlins evil twin."explains Brandi.
Typical, you think. As if the plot couldn't get any stranger, there's an evil twin.
"Hullo! You must be the newbie my wifes been telling me about!" shouts a voice out of the next room,"Come on in, I won't bite!"
You enter the room, Mr Marlin doesn't seem too bad after all, you think to yourself. Inside the large room is a desk and several dozen bird cages, all with occupants, and in the centre stands a plump, balding and instantly familiar face.
"Hullo, pleased to meet you." says Mr Marlin,"care to sit down?"