The crate with warning signs pasted all over it rattled and rocked from side to side as it was lifted off the truck. From inside could be heard a growling roaring noise. Howard placed a hand on the side of the crate but quickly drew it back again as the beast roared inside.
"What is it," asked Vince.
"It's a Hoix," replied Fossil, rubbing his hands together with glee.
For a moment both Howard and Vince were taken aback. They looked at each other then at Fossil then at the crate.
"Excuse us a moment," said Howard, turning round and guiding his friend a little way away from Fossil. "Was that just me or did he-,"
"Remember the name of an animal. That's not right man."
"I know. There's something different about him today but I can't quite put a finger on it."
"What about the Hawk on his shoulder? It's been giving me the evils."
"It's always birds with you isn't it?"
"No, really. I think it wants to nest in my hair."
"Well, that's your own fault with the over styling."
"Its not over styled. This barnet is the star of the show. It makes it. People only watch for the hair."
"Vince-,"
"What?"
"Were in a zoo. There's no audience. This isn't a show."
"For all you know it is. We could be on a hidden camera show or big brother or something."
"You're straying from the point. Fossil, what are we going to do about him?"
"I don't know. Ask Naboo, he'll help."
"Hey you two, stop yapping and get over here," yelled Fossil, impatiently. "Did you bring the chops?"
"Yeah," replied Howard, lifting up the bucket full of them.
"Good," he answered, with an evil laugh.