These talking gefilte fish are getting out of hand.

The Israeli man who opened the gefilte fish jar, Garel S. Karp of Bnei Brak, said that the voice was speaking in English, but with a Yiddish accent. "I twisted the cap off the jar, there was a little pop, and suddenly there was a squeaky little voice saying: "Oy, vey, tomorrow's the day. Time has come for Mister Saddam to show his bomb." Karp expressed uncertainty over whether the last word might have been "bum."

Karp's wife, Sadie, confirmed his account. "I couldn't believe it. Garel and I were sitting around the dinner table and we hear this little voice coming from the jar, just after he opened it. I looked inside the jar and I could see the jelly still quivering."

There was no independent confirmation of the Karps' claims. The gefilte fish was unavailable to answer this reporter's questions, since the couple apparently consumed the fish soon after its utterances. "I don't know whether its remarks were in good taste," Sadie noted, but it sure tasted good."

I think I saw that on a Gilligan's Island episode!

I've got a talking jar of (kosher!) pickles that keeps saying "remove Saddam Hussein from Iraq or be dekosherized!" Is that worth, say, two talking cod, or one rather shopworn home fashion celebrity who likes to do insider trading in her spare time?

So they ate the talking gefilte fish? How rude is that? It's even ruder than the guy who chopped up the talking fish in the first story!

It's like something out of Aesop...

Talking food. One of the top ten signs to stop taking hallucinogens before dinner.

I once walked pass a wall mounted bass and it started quiping and singing and flapping it's tail! It was amazing! It started singing "Take me to the River, drop me in the water......."