The fort lay in shambles in front of them. Today's battle didn't take too long and it didn't even require that many birds! Just send Terence in and the whole problem's solved. The birds cheered in joy and many rushed to Terence, who was trudging up the hill, a net full of eggs in his hands. He grunted and put down the net, allowing worried parents to retrieve their eggs.
A pigeon couple cradled their blue egg in their wings. A hummingbird began to kiss and sing to her future child. But there was one bird who was...out of place.
Mime was cradling an imaginary egg in his wings, acting as though a real egg was there even though there was nothing but air. And yet, he continued to smile as though he was carrying his own child.
Many of the birds stared at this oddity, wondering what on earth was going on inside that guy's head. Chuck walked up to Red and Bomb, keeping his gaze on the white bird.
"Uhh, what uhh…", Chuck whispered, "What the heck is happening?"
"You're asking me?", Red asked, "How would I know? It's not like the guy has friends! He doesn't even talk!"
"He's talked before!", Bomb pointed out.
"Yeah, three words, dude. Not exactly the best conversationalist", Red argued.
"Still", Bomb wondered, "This just feels depressing to watch!"
"Maybe it's a French thing. They're usually weird", Chuck thought.
"What's a French?", Bomb asked.
"What, is that like a rodent or something?", Red guessed.
Chuck facepalmed, "No, a French is a...I think it's a...I don't know."
The mime suddenly began to toss the imaginary egg into the air and catching it, as if he was bouncing a baby. Most of the birds began to walk away finding this awkward. The Angry trio eventually gave up and walked back to the raft, preparing to return home, leaving Mime to himself.
Suddenly, a cracking noise was heard. The trio stopped to look back. Mime began to giggle, a smile covering his face.
Suddenly, out of thin air, a baby bird popped out from his hands. It was white with blue stripes decorating its body and a red ring of feathers around its neck, similar to an ascot. Its eyes had black rings around it, which looked similar to glasses. Some of the body wasn't even visible, as if half of the chick was invisible. With its wide eyes, the hatchling look at Mime and began to laugh, jumping out of its..invisible eggshell?...to hug her...father? The two embraced one another and began to walk back to the raft.
The three friends watched the family, jaws dropped and eyes widened in shock and confusion. They stood there for a solid minute in silence, trying to grasp what just happened.
"Huh, guess he's got more friends than we thought if you know what I mean. Heh Heh! But seriously, what the heck?", Bomb mumbled as the others continued to stare.
" I think...I think I need a minute", Bomb stuttered before fainting.
"...Flocking Mazel Tov", Red groaned.
...Yeah that just happened.
Felt like taking a break from my other fanfic by writing this story. It's based off of a joke in the movie where Mime, as I call him, holds an imaginary egg after all the other eggs are rescued.
I will return to my other fanfic soon!