It was May 4th, 2022, and in the bayside town of Mission Creek, the annual celebration known as "Cinco de Cuatro" was underway. The holiday had started as a bizarre response by a young Tasha Johnson (later Davenport), who was angered by the absence of her babysitter every May 5th. Originally intended to destroy all aspects of Cinco de Mayo, the holiday had become embraced by the Hispanic community over the years. On this particular Cinco de Cuatro, the lives of nine individuals would be forever changed. One of the individuals in question was Chase Davenport, a super-smart bionic man. Chase absolutely loved the holiday…that is, until this night. The change had occurred because Chase spotted a person who he had grown to have a deep hatred for, especially because she was his last girlfriend. When he noticed the girlfriend in question, a shape-shifter girl by the name of Reese Lizer, he decided to go over and talk to her, despite all the anger and awkwardness he felt. "So…" Chase began, hoping to pick up on a positive note. "That was a fun party, wasn't it?"
"Yep. Sure was." Reese replied, sounding casual. But Chase wouldn't buy it.
"Reese, why are you at this party?" Chase growled.
"Well... my father died some time ago after your sister Bree blasted him with her flashlight hands and I just, ya know... didn't know what to do afterwards." Reese explained, sounding sincere.
"Roddissius is dead? Well, sorry to hear that," Chase said sympathetically. Then, realizing it was not the time to let the mad shape-shifter scuffle go, he added, "I'm really bummed that you betrayed me."
"Chase, I am so sorry I betrayed you! Really, I am! But I had to prove to my father that I was capable of doing a task that big! He would only pick my brothers all the time and said it was a man's job!" Reese replied, with such a sincerity, Chase felt it must be fake. He formed his laser bow.
"Why, thanks, Reese," Chase said. Reese then noticed the laser bow, and turned into a ball of fire.
"Uh-oh," Chase groaned, running and ducking behind a stair car with a sign that read "Roddissius Davenport Industries".
"WHY DID YOU GET YOUR LASER BO OUT?" Reese yelled, transforming back to her human form. "I didn't actually want to hurt you this time! I promise!"
"Just wanted to see how you would react if I did that." Chase chuckled nervously, only to look back at the sign. "Wait, you guys are the shareholders who took DI from us…" Chase suddenly remembered.
"Yep. It's the family business now." Reese replied. "I wish it wasn't though..." She then noticed Chase slapping his hand across his forehead. "Oop, there it is...I guess."
"I suppose I owe you some money for the stuff I've done for Chase D. Industries." Chase sighed.
"Apparently so, young Padawan." Reese quoted. This was especially appropriate, as it was Star Wars Day.
Unfortunately for Chase, his pockets were empty. However, he came up with a more viable alternative. "How about we kiss instead?" Chase asked.
"Boy, how about NO?" Reese grinned evilly.
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Later that night, a rather dejected Chase, with a back eye and blood stains on his shirt and forehead, entered a long-neglected building on a long-neglected island: The Davenport Bionic Academy. The hydroloop panels fell off surprisingly easy. And, much to Chase's surprise he wasn't the only one there. A tall, sort of pudgy man with thinning hair was there as well. Much to his shock, It was his brother, Adam.
"Adam!" Chase exclaimed with happiness, despite the fact that the years had not been kind.
"Hey, Chase! What you been up to, bro?" Adam asked, sounding youthful, even if he did look decades older.
"I've made a huge mistake," Chase admitted.
"What happened?" Adam asked, concerned.
"Well, I ran into Reese..." Chase stuttered.
"That shapeshifter? The one that attacked Douglas?!" Adam gasped.
"Yeah, her..." Chase sighed.
"What happened to your eye?" Adam asked, always quick to change the subject.
"I don't want to talk about it." Chase snapped.
"Are you sure?" Adam interrogated.
"Positive." Chase answered.
Being the not-very-intelligent person he was, Adam's response was somewhat clueless: "Dang man. So what happened that got you that black eye? Wait, never mind, I dozed off for a minute and was thinking of a mustache."
"Oh, Adam," Chase sighed. "You're still the same after six years."
"What? I can't help it! Some people call me Doctor Wacky!" Adam protested.
"And is that why you can't get a girlfriend?" Chase burned.
Adam looked very offended at the word girlfriend, though all he said was, "Huh, I guess I never thought of that."
Suddenly, a short, stocky man with blond hair, no pants, shaved legs, a goatee, and nail polish came out of the hydro loop. He then noticed Chase, cursed, and ran off.
"Who the heck is that?" Chase asked, also thinking, Is my brother gay? "I knew it, I always knew it!"
"Not sure; he came in about three days ago. I have absolutely no idea what he is doing. But he didn't wanna be stopped so I didn't stop him." Adam explained, in a rushed sort of way. He then picked up the memory wipe, and shot Chase with it. "And here we are." Adam laughed devilishly.
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A couple months earlier, Chase had not been living at the bionic academy, but an entirely different place: Stanford University, in California. While he was not technically enrolled there, he liked to pretend to be, in order to hang out with his best friend, Oliver. On a bright day in February 2022, Chase noticed that his buddy looked somewhat different. "Oliver, I really like your mustache." Chase complimented, after a minute or so of deciding what exactly had changed about Oliver.
"Thanks!" Oliver replied, happily.
"Of course, it also rocks that I'm not a student here, I'm just living with my pal." Chase reminded him. He did that constantly, to establish a feeling of superiority, which kept getting on Oliver's nerves.
"And by the way, if I see one more poster about that robotics contest, I am gonna flip upside down." said Oliver. He was clearly agitated with how many posters there were. Oliver then noticed one sticking out of Chase's pocket, and flew into the air. He then flipped upside down.
"Ha ha ha," Chase laughed. "Now, can I have some ice for my water, Oliver?"
"Sure thing, pal." Oliver replied, only to stop himself. "Wait...you're not making a cold pun, are you? Or do you really need some ice?" Oliver asked.
"No, of course not. I do want some ice." Chase replied.
"Okay. Calm down. NOBODY PANIC! IF YOU WANT ICE, I WILL GIVE YOU ICE!" Oliver exclaimed, shooting ice out of his hands. Chase opened his mouth wide to catch the ice. "Ahh, just as I like it. Freezing and fulfilling." Chase said, as he chomped and swallowed the hard crystals of pure ice.
"Dude, that's just plane weird. Get it? PLANE WEIRD?!... Yeah, not one of my best jokes..." Oliver said, attempting to insert some humor into the situation.
"No, not really. You've been saying that to me a lot. Like when I borrowed Skylar's hair highlighters. Which speaking of those, I should probably give back." Chase said, quickly running into the bathroom. It turned out to be rather fortunate timing, as Skylar just walked in.
"Hey, boo!" Oliver flirted.
"Hello to you too, Oliver. We need to talk about Chase." Skylar said, with a slight chuckle.
"Yeah, he might be acting PLANE WEIRD, am I right?" Oliver badly punned once again.
"Yeah, well, um, he's getting a bit annoying with his constant presence and neediness." Skylar admitted.
"Dang, girl. What we gonna do about his sketchy self?" Oliver said, putting on a gangster accent. "Sorry, I acted all gangster there for a second."
"Ask him to move out." Skylar replied.
"I can't! We are best buds! WE EVEN HAVE A BEST BUDS SONG!" Oliver reminded Skylar joyfully. He then began to sing. "People let me tell you bout my best friend..."
Skylar then asked the very question that Oliver had never wanted to answer for the past 5 years. "What about Kaz?" He decided to ignore her.
"Why don't you ask him to move out? His presence is... PLANE WEIRD... okay, you know what, I need to stop doing that joke. Sorry, Skylar." Oliver said. Chase then walked out of the bathroom.
"You guys want me to move out? But where will I go? What will I do?" Chase asked, horrified.
"CHASE! WHAT THE HECK, BRO? HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN EAVESDROPPING?!" Oliver exclaimed.
"Just walked in..." Chase said.
"Door eavesdropping, perhaps?" Skylar suggested. "Um, Oliver needs some privacy."
"Yes, yes I do. To work on FakeBlock," Oliver said. "Remember, the privacy software I told you about some time ago?"
"How long would it take?" Chase asked.
"A few hours. Just, ah, give me some time alone." said Oliver.
"Okay." Chase decided.
"Didn't you always want to go to Phoenix? You can head there." Oliver suggested.
"Yeah... but I'm still worried about my company after the shapeshifters took it over." Chase said, flashing back to the past.
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5 years earlier, the Davenport family had reached the end of their business success. It began when Chase's mother, Tasha, sold off a quarter of the company just before the onset of the great dark period. "Take the company over 25% of the market. 15 and I throw in the valley." Tasha said to the man who she was selling some of the company to, Stan Sitwell, who also suffered from alopecia.
"Ten, and I take the company off your hands right now." Stan had replied. However, after examining the company's prospects, Stan quickly divested himself, by making the shape-shifters the new stakeholders. And of them in particular, the widowed mother, Reese (who also had a daughter named after her) knew she'd be caught up in the family's misdeeds. Things turned from bad to worse when Chase's estranged brother, Daniel, showed up and turned Douglas in for his crimes of using Davenport Industries as a personal piggy bank. Police boats came towards the party boat, which caused Douglas to capsize it. The ship set out on its final voyage, but Chase and Oliver had boarded another ship, Adam's yacht. Chase knew it was all his fault for trusting the younger Reese, who pretended to love him in order to get a list of superheroes that, thankfully, turned out to be fake. He had placed his own father in a coma for three months, and tried to keep the family together through drama. However, it felt like time to let it go. "Looks like they're gonna have to keep themselves together." Chase chuckled, as he and Oliver headed for the house in Cabo, with their arms around each other.
A couple nights later, Chase woke up to yet another person in his capsule, after having Kaz, Bree, and Oliver do it for several nights in a row. It was Donald.
"Hey, Chase, I see you found my place in Cabo." Donald said, proudly.
"Sure did! It looks really nice!" Chase said, turning on the TV. As fate would have it, it was an announcement about their own family.
"Why the alleged ship-jacker changed direction is still unexplained. But what is known is that many of the charges against this seaward patriarch will fall under the dominion of the little understood maritime law." The TV announcer said.
" Wow. Just... wow." Chase said.
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Three months later, Oliver, Kaz, Chase, Bree, Skylar, Adam, Leo, Tasha, Douglas, Attorney Barry Perry (the recently hired brother of their former school principal), and Donald were gathered in the penthouse living room. It seemed Chase and Oliver had returned after all, due to somehow always being drawn back to help family. Douglas had recently had a hearing, which did not go so well.
"I missed the hearing. It just snuck up on me, and then they called, and they wanted me there at eight bells. I thought that was their five p.m. By the time I got back, the courtroom was reverted back to the crab restaurant." Barry explained.
"Is there anything you can do, Barry?" Chase asked, hopeful.
"No. But you'd make a good maritime lawyer." Barry said.
"But I want to be an astronaut!" Chase protested.
"Well, you did have that half year of maritime law school. Though we should hire the best." Tasha said. Chase had enrolled following Douglas' coma, but had finally quit it.
"But that was only half a year!" Chase replied. "I don't have that much experience!
"Well, how are we going to pay for the best? I spent our stimulus package money on some California desert." Donald chuckled nervously.
"Why would you do that?" Chase scolded.
"Because I'm moving out for a little while. I'm not going to be around much anymore." Donald said.
"And you're just now telling me this?" Chase growled.
"Your uncle and I are getting a divorce." Tasha said coldly.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Leo screamed.
"This is terrible, gosh diddly darn it! TERRIBLE!" Chase stuttered.
"What else was I going to do, use it to finish Davenport Estates?" Donald scoffed.
"Well, you could have. It's the Chase and Donald show!" Chase said egomaniacally.
"We've all already gotten our hooks in it." Leo joked." A shark bit it off three months ago." He revealed his hook hand for everyone to see.
"Yes, we know that." Chase sighed.
"Chase, you never accept help from anyone." Donald said.
"Because I'm the smartest man on the planet! duh!" Chase interrupted, but Donald just continued speaking.
"That's why we didn't cut you in. We didn't want to demean you. It's like tipping an Indian. You wouldn't tip an Indian, would you?" He was developing some personal ideas about Chase.
"Of course I would! " Chase said, angrily.
"Would you tip a waiter, though?" Tasha asked.
"Of course I would tip a waiter! They do really good service!" Chase proclaimed.
"Chase, we can't give you that money. We got to keep you clean. You're the key witness at your father's trial." Donald explained.
"Why am I the key witness now?" Chase asked. "What happened to Tasha?"
"She's the star witness now, since it was her who seized the wheel from Douglas." Donald explained.
"Huh, well that makes sense." Chase said. "What happened to Leo, though? I hope he's okay since I heard his hand got bitten off by a shark."
"I have a hook now," Leo laughed. Here's my side of the story: A group of gay people kidnapped the boat for a joyride. Mom then realized I had fallen off the boat into the water, where my hand was bitten off by a shark, so she grabbed the wheel and steered the boat back.
"Wow, Leo that is… very weird yet interesting. Ugh, fine. Now I understand. You really didn't care about me that much, did you?" Chase asked, his emotions bubbling up.
"I do, Chase. I want you to say at my trial that I was a loving father." Douglas assured him, even though it still sounded selfish.
"Then why do I have to do everything for this family when no one else tries to help me?" Chase asked, extremely angered.
"Well, we had to get the shape-shifters to keep you on as president." Donald admitted.
"What?!" Chase gasped. He was outraged.
"They live across the hall, and own the company. Go see for yourself." Donald said.
"Fine, I will!" Chase said. He got up off the couch, and left the room, heading over to the shape-shifters' apartment.
"Hello, Chase." said Reese kindly, once she opened the door.
"Hello, Reese." Chase answered bitterly.
"Are you here to trade me something?" asked Reese, taking on a more cautious voice.
"No, I just wanted to ask you why you would help me keep my presidency at my company." Chase replied. It was a legit question, but not as accounted for as Reese's answer.
"I'll stop, if you give away your shares of Davenport Industries. To me." Reese said.
"Why would I do that?" Chase scoffed.
"So you can finally finish Davenport Estates under your own company name. I know it's what you've always wanted." Reese said.
Reese was correct, but Chase didn't want to tell her that. Instead, he said, "But I would have to give you all my hard-earned money!"
"C'mon, you'd be done with your weirdo careless family forever. Trade them to me right now, and go tell them you're done with them." Reese persuaded.
"But... they're my family..." Chase cried.
"They're not acting like normal family, Chasey. Trust me." Reese said, finally convincing them.
"Fine! I will go tell them and break their hearts if it makes you feel any better!" Chase yelled, giving Reese his shares.
As he headed back, Reese said, "Good."
"Hey, guys... I need to tell you something." Chase said when he was finally in the penthouse.
"What?" Tasha asked.
"I am done with this family, I hope you've saved some money, because you're going to need every dime now." Chase exclaimed, storming off.
"Goodbye, Chase." said Kaz. "This is surely the end of an era."
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A few weeks later, Chase returned for one last thing: A present for Oliver.
"So, Chase, I heard you bought me and Skylar a new car to take to college?" Oliver asked.
"Sure, buddy! You'll need it with that newfangled driver's license of yours!" Chase said, pointing to his self-driving staircase truck.
"Awesome, thanks." Oliver said insincerely, although Chase couldn't tell. "See ya, Chase."
"Bye..." said Chase, a little tearful, watching Oliver and Skylar get in the truck and head off.
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"Well, it's finally done! I finished Davenport Estates under MY own company, Chase D. Industries!" Chase said proudly.
"Maybe I can give you a tip. Might want to put a road up to this place." the construction worker said.
"Thanks! Here's one for you too!" Chase said, accepting both the tip and the advice.
"Awesome..." said the construction worker, taking the tip and cycling off.
When he was done for the day, Chase went in and turned on the TV, where he got some more bad news.
"The collapse of the California housing market is taking a personal toll with cutbacks here at the station." the TV announcer said.
"Wow, I didn't know that would happen..." Chase said, facepalming. Sure enough, his internet started failing. Nothing was working. Why wasn't there a road or cable here?
"Hmm... I wonder who's on there." Chase said, jealously staring at the banner for Sitwell Homesteads above him.
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Chase headed back to Davenport Tower in order to get Reese to cover his copious building costs.
"Welcome back, Chase." Reese said, still nicely.
"Thanks, Reese." Chase smiled.
"I hear you want me to cover your copious building costs?" Reese asked.
"If you can, there's no rush." said Chase, doing a slight flirtatious gesture.
"No need for a hot mess." Reese said, laughing.
It is unknown, however, if Chase heard her say those words, as he quickly left in a huff. He returned to the academy, stuck in the middle of his self-built ghost town. His only visitors were tumbleweeds, which often gave him quite a shock as they rolled through his door.
"What the heck was that?!" Chase asked, staring at the tumbleweeds, which was how he was starting to often spend his time.
Things really got out of hand when Davenport Estates' local mailman, Pete, had a heart attack. "Love each other..." Pete moaned.
"What are you talking about?" Chase asked, rushing to the side of the dying mailman.
The death of the mailman hit Chase hard. So hard, in fact, that he decided to turn to the one man who he felt he had not yet alienated.
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n a new car, Chase made his way to Stanford, where he decided to reconnect with a man who had once been his bitter rival after a horrible incident. He knocked on the door of the dorm.
"Hey, Chase!" Oliver said, shocked.
"Hey, Oliver." Chase replied, casually.
"What's in the bag? Thanksgiving food? I don't have a kitchen." Oliver said. He really didn't want Chase moving in for one very specific reason.
"No, it's some stuff I wanted to give you for your dorm." Chase replied. This was kind of true- except it was Chase's own stuff.
"I know what's going on here, Chase. Did some mailman die and you just figured I was the only one you hadn't alienated?" Oliver asked, amazingly guessing accurately.
" How did you know that?" Chase puzzled.
Oliver decided to give Chase a bit of a meta-referential answer. "Oh, I've been watching a lot of TV lately. They got really cool stuff on Netflix." He was specifically referring to Arrested Development, his favorite television show, which Chase's life seemed to be echoing lately.
"Wow, I didn't know that they had that much stuff." Chase said.
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Six months later, Oliver and his roommate Paul, aka P-Hound, were sitting in the computer lab, working on some sort of project.
"I'm putting up a wall. We need to rework our whole system here." Oliver said. Chase then walked in.
"Why?" Chase asked. "I thought the system worked just fine." He was evidently referring to FakeBlock, a software Oliver had recently made.
"How did you find me here, anyway?" Oliver grumbled. It was clear Chase was annoying him.
"I'm actually going to college here." Chase revealed, hoping to create a good impression on Paul. This wasn't true, he was taking online classes at Phoenix University.
"Has your article in that shabby magazine been published yet?" Paul asked. It seemed his reputation was already being destroyed.
"Unfortunately not." Chase said, very mad at Paul. Fortunately, Oliver came to the rescue.
"No, Paul, that's Attitude. He's talking about Altitude. They have it on Outwest Airlines flights." Oliver explained.
"Oh thank goodness, for a second there I was confused." Chase said, full of relief.
"Catching a flight at this time of year? Weird." Paul scoffed.
"Yes, well... I have some business to attend to. And it's somewhere else than here." Chase said quickly, hoping that would quiet Paul down.
"Let me see it. Or is not in the newsstands yet?" Oliver asked, clearly disbelieving Chase.
"It's not; I had to get this copy from one of the publishers." Chase bragged.
"This is even worse than when you came in on Skylar and I making out the other day. You're kinda everywhere I go!" Oliver exclaimed. Skylar lived with them as well, after having just moved back in. She had been there the start of freshman year, and then left.
"I'm not kind of everywhere... well, nope, you're right. I'm everywhere." Chase realized, laughing. Paul then walked out.
"Actually, we've been talking about how crowded that room is, and P-Hound was suggesting that maybe we do a vote to see who stays in the dorm room." Oliver explained.
"Voting for dorms? Isn't that, I don't know... unfair?" Chase asked.
"Well, the thing is that the room is only sanctioned for two…" Oliver explained.
"Oh come on, what about a sleeping bag?" Chase asked, attempting to get out of it.
"It does put me in an awkward position, since there's only three of us voting, everyone's going to know who voted against who." Oliver explained.
"Fine." Chase groaned.
"I'm just here for tutoring, but what if I move in and get a vote?" Skylar suggested.
"What? But... this is a boy's dorm." Chase said, in a shockingly sexist way.
"No, well, someone's got to vote for Chase, that's right. Otherwise, it's suspicious. We don't want a palace coup, right?" Skylar convinced him.
"Alright, alright! We can do a vote." Chase decided.
"What if you vote yourself out?" asked Oliver, accidentally falling over in his chair. "I'm fine."
"That's not possible. Someone can't vote themselves out, that's not how it works." Chase protested, helping Oliver up.
"It's simple algebra," Oliver laughed, perhaps trying to show Chase that he wasn't the smartest man in the world. "Skylar and I vote against P-Hound, nobody knows who did what, because there's a vote against Chase in there. And it's adios, brothiero. It cannot fail."
"It still doesn't make any sense to me," Chase said. The details of the plan continued to develop through Oliver's Economics class and lunch. At last, Oliver came up with a situation that worked.
"So we got two scenarios. It's either two votes against P-Hound, one vote against Skylar, one against Chase, with that vote being his own. Or if it's two votes against Chase, then clearly P-Hound is being nasty, that triggers a recount, and then it's a P-Hound blitz. We all vote against P-Hound, he's gone." Oliver explained.
"Well, it's starting to make sense now." Chase realized.
"We all pack ahead of time, really pack a bag, so it doesn't look rigged, you know? And then the loser, straight out the door. I mean, that's the deal. That's the cost of having a vote, that's the price of freedom." Oliver explained. "Chase, you know, I've really loved living with you..."
Fearful that Oliver was about to kick him out, Chase exclaimed, "Okay, okay! Let's vote!" The three friends then walked in silence back to the dorm room, where they discussed things with P-Hound. At last, things were finally ready. They sat down, with Oliver holding the ballot box. "First vote to remove...Chase." Oliver read off the first ballot. "Second vote to remove…Chase."
"WHAT?!" Chase gasped.
"If there's a tie, there's immediate run-off," Skylar said, drawing the third ballot. "Third vote to remove...Chase." Chase began continuously stuttering.
"Don't open the fourth ballot, it isn't what you want to read. Goodbye, Chase." Oliver said, setting out his hand for a high-five. But Chase didn't give him one. Chase then got his actually-empty bag and screamed as he ran off, "FINE! Goodbye forever! I am so done!"
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He then finally arrived at the airport.
"Where are you heading today, sir?" The airline employee asked.
"Anywhere. Just... anywhere," said Chase, sounding extremely depressed.
"How many bags?" asked the employee.
"Just one," Chase replied, still dejected.
"Well, why are you going on this flight? And why is this empty?" The airline employee asked, feeling Chase's bag.
"I don't have anything left... just hurt feelings." Chase cried. Humming Christmastime is Here, Chase then noticed that there was a magazine with him on the cover in his seatback pocket. "What a cool magazine," Chase said, only to notice the embarrassing pose he was striking in the photo.
"Dang it! Stupid editors; always wanting to embarrass people just for fun and rumors." Chase growled. He then went to sleep. The next thing he knew, the announcer was proclaiming, "We are now in Phoenix, Arizona."
"Finally!" Chase said, stepping off the plane into the airport of a city he always believed to be his destiny. He made his way through the airport, along the way picking up his empty bag. Once he got outside, however, Chase ran into an even bigger problem. He touched the door handle of a taxi cab to take him to a hotel- and it was boiling hot.
"OW!" Chase yelped. And so, feeling betrayed by his dream city Chase returned to the one other place he was proud to call home- Davenport Tower. As he got off the elevator, he noticed a pretty blonde woman walking by him. "Gentlemen, start your engines." Chase chuckled. "Who are you?" Chase then turned his still-working key in the lock, only to find that the penthouse was an utter and complete mess. "What happened to this place?!" Chase exclaimed, eyeing the suspicious-looking squawking ostrich on the terrace. "Must have been Adam...maybe Kaz." Turns out, neither guess was right. It was...Bree.
