Danny was taken aback. That's probably the right phrase to use. Giant birds were talking to him. All he could think of to ask is "how would you ride Greased Lightnin', you guys are too big!"

"We can perch ourselves on the edge. If we need to, we can go one at a time" the center bird answered.

Danny accepted this answer.

"We thunderbirds will rise, or rather, fall to the Earth in which you live. There our reign of winged terror will begin, thus is the prophecy" continued the bird to which Danny responded, "that's pretty metal"

"Whoah whoah whoah, Danny! Remember, metal hasn't been invented yet, it's the 50s."

Danny was disturbed by the conversation, but he was also enjoying it. He had never been the chosen one in a prophecy before. Come to think of it, most people haven't been the chosen one in a prophecy; it probably feels pretty good.

The bird told Danny to return to Earth to prepare his friends for the "invasion". He also said that Sandy would fill him in on what their allies told her. Danny, as any chosen one would be, was curious about the names of the birds. The center bird who was talking was named Rumble, the silver one with the sharp beak was named Scrape, the yellowish one with the ruffled feathers was named Smash, the black one with the largest wingspan was named Detonate, and the one with the fluffy red feathers was named Gregory. Yup, those are their names.