Chapter 1-Just Another Day
"READY! AIM! FIRE!"
The red cardinal watched as his friend was launched towards the pig's fort. The two enemies were separated by a cliff but thanks to the slingshot, the birds could attack them as if they were on the same battlefield.
The large, black loon known as Bomb yelled as he flew at the fort and crashed into the stone walls, launching some of the green pigs into the air upon impact. As he rolled towards the soldiers running away from him, the feather on the top of his head turned from black to yellow and flared up. His eyes turned red as energy glows around his body.
Suddenly… KA-BOOM!
A blast of energy exploded from the bird as most of the fort was destroyed in a fiery explosion. Bomb flew into the air due to the power of the explosion and he landed on the other side of the ravine with the other birds.
"That...was...awweesooome", Bomb whispered.
"Don't worry, buddy. Just rest up a bit and we'll send you again in a couple minutes!", Red told his friend. "Chuck, you're up!"
"Finally!", his friend replied.
The hyper canary, Chuck, ran up and positioned himself on the slingshot. As he aimed himself at the fort, he looked over at Bomb, who was being carried off by the other birds.
"Hey, Bomb! Guess what time it is! Guess! Guess!"
"Um, 2:30?", the dim-witted fowl said.
"NOPE! IT'S-". The speedster was interrupted as Terence, a bulky, (supposedly) mute cardinal, kicked him off the ground and he was slung into the air.
"HEY! I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO FINISH!, he screamed as he soared through the air towards the green fools running from him. He tucked his legs under his wings and sped-up mid-air, swooping downwards as fast as a rocket.
"IT'S CHUCK T-!"
He was cut off from finishing his line as he smashed into one of the ledges holding the structure up, causing most of the fort to fall to the ground. The bird was flung into the air due to the power of the impact and landed on the top of the structure, dazed and injured from the impact.
" (Cough! Cough!)...time.", he said quietly, lying on his face.
"Okay, guys", Red told the other members of his island, "The fort's almost gone! We just need a couple more birds over there! Who's up?"
He was surprised to see many of them hold their wings up and volunteer. He still remembered how this all started and how nobody was prepared for this. Now, everyone in his flock was training in case the eggs were ever stolen again, which was pretty often. Leonard, the sinister pig who started it all, continued to send his minions after the eggs. They always managed to steal seven or eight eggs and guard them in their forts to prepare to transport them to the castle. Luckily, the flock always grouped together to sail towards their enemy's island and always retrieved the eggs.
Those who weren't ready the first time were now some of the most reliable birds in their army. Some even discovered new things about themselves.
"Okay, Willow! You're up!", Red shouted.
The timid pidgeon known as Willow walked up to the slingshot, a shy smile on her face. Terence lifted her up and pulled her back.
"I'm ready, Mr. Red!", she whispered in a slight, British accent.
"All right, then! Aim for the blocks of wood on the TNT boxes. And remember, don't freak out.", the leader advised to the younger bird.
"Of course, I won't freak out. I never-."
"FIRE!"
Terence released Willow as she flew at the pigs
"AAAHHH! I'M FREAKING OUT!", she yelled as she fell towards the wooden blocks. In mid-air, the artist turned on her side and began spinning towards the fort, wings out and feathers rotating clockwise, similar to the buzz-saw.
She darted through the ledges and landed at under the fort, slowing down to a halt.
"WOO! I MADE IT!", she shouted in joy.
The fort began to fall as the boxes filled with dynamite erupted, destroying what was left of the fort. The bricks and pigs began to fall to the ground and the other birds that were already launched from the slingshot were rushing to escape.
"That way, guys! Run!", the usually calm Matilda shouted. In her hands were two of the eggs they rescued from the pigs. Each one of the birds were holding the stolen eggs as they rushed to the exit, jumping out of there before the entire building toppled over.
As the structure was falling to the ground, Chuck began to wake up, still on the top of the building.
"Bomb, could you keep it down? It's five in the morning", he grunted, still dizzy from earlier. He shook his head, waking up and seeing that the fort he was on was crumbling under his very talons.
"WHAT THE-? AH!", he shouted in shock! He ran off of the structure and onto the ground, trying to escape from the destruction. Before he could escape, Chuck heard the screams of someone near him.
"HELP! PLEASE!", the person screamed.
He looked around to see Willow yell for help as the fort came crashing down. A large piece of stone was about to fall on her as she covered her face under her hat, in fear of death.
But when she reopened her eyes, she saw that she was away from the fort and safe from harm. She looked around and saw Chuck, tired from running.
"Hey, you okay? Any bruises, bumps, injuries, burns, broken wing, burns-", the yellow bird asked as he darted around her to check to see if she was okay. The pigeon hugged him, shutting the motor-mouthed maniac up.
"Thank you. Thank you so much.", she whispered, still shaken from her ordeal. Chuck was shocked at first, but returned the hug, a smile growing on his face.
"WILLOW!"
The two turned to see Stella and the others who were launched running towards them. The pink galah ran at top speed and jumped at her friend, hugging her.
"OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH!", she shouted, "ARE YOU OKAY?!"
"Don't worry, Stella, I'm fine! Chuck saved me!"
"Thank the Mighty Eagle, you're okay! You did great buddy!"
"Really? Thanks", Willow beamed, blushing from the compliment.
As the two friends talked, Chuck ran up to Matilda.
"Did you get 'em?", he asked.
"All accounted for, Chuck! Good work today!", the chicken answered.
"Well, what can I say? You can't stop me when it's Chuck t-."
" 'Chuck Time' isn't going to be a thing and you know it", Matilda stated flatly.
"COME ON! Just give it time and it's gonna be bigger than 'Dang, Ducky'!", he proclaimed.
From the other side of the cliff, Red saw the others succeed and the rest of the flock applauded.
"YEAH! Way to go, guys!", Red cheered, "Get to the bridge! We'll meet you there!"
Out of nowhere, a crash was heard from in front of them. Some of the pigs were still conscious and, unfortunately, had motorbikes and guns that shot boxing gloves.
"GET THE EGGS", one of the pigs yelled, presumably their general. The birds cowered as they were outnumbered.
"Holy crow, they have motorcycles. When did they get motorcycles? Did anyone see the motorcycles? WHAT DO WE DO?!", Chuck shrieked as they drew near.
Matilda tried to ward to stop some of the pigs with her fireballs but there were too many.
On the other side of the ravine, the birds panicked.
"Flock! WE NEED TO DO SOMETHING!", Bomb shouted
"Quiet! I need to think!", Red shouted, trying to concentrate.
As he tried to figure out what to do, a trio of hatchlings looked around and noticed the slingshot, an idea forming in their heads.
"Come on, guys!", one of them, Jay, whispered to his brothers, Jake and Jim. They snuck from their concerned parents and ran to the slingshot. Red continued to panic as he heard the rubber strips of the slingshot stretching. He looked behind to see the three bluebirds preparing to launch themselves. The rest of the flock noticed, including the parents of the chicks.
Their mother shrilled, "NO! MY BABIES!"
"No, no, no, NO, NO!", Red tried to stop them but it was too late. They were flung from the slingshot and flew at the fort.
"Uh-oh", Bomb simply remarked.
"Uh, no, Bomb. That's not 'uh-oh'. It's more 'WHAT THE FLOCK DO WE DO?!'", Red roared.
The trio flew through the air but instead of flying apart from each other, they were magnetized to each other, blue sparks keeping them together. They aimed for the bikers and suddenly,...
BIP! BAP! BOP!
They split up mid-air, each one crashing into the pigs, setting off a chain reaction. One of them landed on a biker, blinding his vision and causing him to fire randomly, hitting other bikers and crashing into his fellow pigs. They pretty much destroyed themselves. The Blues jumped off the bikers and walked towards Matilda and the other birds with innocent smiles on their faces.
"Wha-How did-Umm..", Matilda stammered, trying to comprehend what just happened.
"You can shoot fireballs out of your butt and that's what stumps ya'?", Chuck asked.
Red stared, awed by the Blues ability to take down the bikers. However, the Blues' parents looked at him in anger.
"Umm….If it makes you feel any better,...Terence let them do it.", Red declared.
Terence overheard this and punched the smaller bird over the head.
"Yeah, I deserved that", he groaned.
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