The trials and tribulations of a group of feathered misfits whose one aim is to loot the Bird Munchies factory.

START EPISODE #28

The next day.....

"Righto, everyone here, good. Now I’ve got some bad news and some good news."

"I’ll tell you what Tandar, we’ll share. You give us the good news and you keep the bad news."

"Very funny Piki. Look this is serious, you know that black cat?"

"Not personally, I’m choosy about my friends. Sheesh."

"That’s a surprise, I wouldn’t think you could afford to be."

"Hah, you should talk Squill. The only birds who will talk to you, are other lorikeets, and even they’re not too keen."

"I’ll have you know that even humans love to see us. It’s because we’re so colourful."

"Colourful! You look like someone’s vomited fruit salad all over you. If..."

"Will you two stop it, I’m trying to tell you something for your own good."

"Let me guess Tandar. This is the bad news, right?"

"Spot on. I’ve heard on the grapevine that the cat you biffed with the golf balls is out to get us."

"So what’s new? Cats are always out to get us. It’s the way they’re made."

"Yes, but this time it’s personal. It’s a vendetta."

"What the hell has icecream got to do with it?"

"Not a cornetto you dill, a vendetta. Tell him Rosso."

"Vendetta is an Italian word for feud."

"Italian? Are you sure Rosso? I thought he was a black persian."

"If you ask me I’d say he’s more of a black bas...."

"Alright Drongo that’s enough. We have to decide what we’re going to do about him."

"Wait on Tandar. You said there was some good news too. Lets hear that first."

"Oh, okay. The Vortex humans have put another humungus munchie up in a park. Unlimited supplies."

"Perhaps we could steal it and bring it here."

"Good one, Kaegi. Right opposite the factory gates. You don’t think they’d notice?"

"They mightn’t. Humans aren’t very smart."

"Forget it, lets concentrate on this cat for the moment. He knows we use this tree as a base so we’ll have to watch ourselves. Any ideas?"

"Why don’t we get a dog?"

"Good one Zingo. Where would we get a dog? And if we did how would we get him into this tree? Dogs can’t climb."

"He wouldn’t have to. He could hide in the bushes and spring out when the cat came by. He’d only have to do it once, the cat wouldn’t be game to come back."

"You’re probably right, but it gets back to my original question. Where would we find a dog?"

"I know one."

"What?"

"I know one. A golden reliever. Big yellow one, Dupree his name is."

"Why’s he called a golden reliever?"

"Dunno. P’raps because he relieves himself on every post he comes to. Does it matter?" "Incontinent."

"Course he’s in the flaming continent Rosso. He’s just up the road. How would I know him otherwise?"

"No what I meant....oh never mind. Do you think he’d do it?"

"Yeah I’m sure he would for a price. Thing is he’d probbly want to be paid in roast chicken."

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