It was a beautiful Wednesday morning, and people were getting ready for work, school, and other activities that were mandatory for them. Kids were riding in school buses, half asleep and moaning about going to school for the millionth time. Their parents were facepalming themselves, hopping into their cars and driving to work. The pets were probably the only ones who felt relaxed, since animals don't have to go to school/work and they could just sit all day and eat food.
Anyway, this is a typical weekday morning. Nothing special, but interesting.
About 30,000 feet in the sky, thousands of storks were flying with sacks in their beaks. Apparently, in the O-Universe (Rocko Universe), the legend of white storks delivering babies to homes was still relevant, and boy, it shows... So one of the storks, Gabriel, was carrying a blue sack. He was flapping his wings forcefully and panting very hard as if he worked out at the gym. He was the runt of the storks, always being left behind in flights.
"H-Hey guys!" he cried as he tried to catch up with the flock, "Wait up! I got a baby on board! I swear!"
No response was made, as the other storks gave him a dirty look, then resumed flying.
Gabriel's face fell. He looked down at the sack and sighed.
"Well, baby... eeerrr... boy, I'm going to fly at my own pace and soon deliver you to your new parents," Gabriel said.
He continued flying, tightening his grip on the sack so that it wouldn't fall out of his beak. A gust of wind blew through his feathers, slowing him down a bit. However, that didn't stop him from trying to deliver that baby. He gave a smirk of determination as he flapped his wings harder.
"Ha! No stupid wind can stop a stork from delivering a baby!" He laughed mockingly.
But it wasn't the air that was blowing the wind, it was something else... Suddenly a shadow was flying towards him, accompanied by loud engine sounds. The bird's eyes grew large as the object came closer to him. It was like nothing he has seen before. In all his 20 years of delivering babies, he had stumbled upon kites, other birds, and trees; but nothing as gigantic as an airplane. His life was pretty much in hot water.
Before he could think of something to get out of this burden, the plane's engines boosted, which meant that it was too late anyway. He closed his eyes as if he was praying for his life.
"Dear, lord... Dear, lord... Dear, lord... Dear, Lord... Dea-"
He smacked dab right into the cockpit part of the plane like a cartoon character slipping on a banana. This caused the sack to fly right out of his beak like a person gagging up their food. This could be the end... For both baby... and stork (well, he was probably dead) The sack was falling down many feet like an airplane crashing, through clouds, through the sky.