Chapter Too - Hey, it's a British telephone.

After hours of squeezing past dead walruses (which smelled suspiciously like rotten lumps of large flippered marine mammals with discontinuous distributions about the North Pole in the Arctic Ocean and subarctic seas of the Northern Hemisphere), the three raptors eventually made it to the other side of the non-rhetorical tunnel. They emerged to find themselves in the middle of the jungle. Almost immediately, all of the raptors noticed that they were not alone. Parrots made of pure gold were perched on the branches of the trees above them, staring down in an unsettling manner.

Echo raised an eyebrow. "Well, this is quite-"

"Follow the train, CJ." interrupted one of the parrots suddenly.

Delta blinked. Moments passed. "Did that parrot just-"

"Follow the train, CJ."

Echo snorted.

A parrot said, "Follow the train, CJ."

The three velociraptors exchanged glances. Delta stared desperately at Blue, waiting for an explanation, but there was no way to explain what was happening at the moment. They were very simply being interrupted by parrots made of pure gold whenever anyone tried to say anything. (Yes, I realize I just explained the situation, but I only did such because I wanted to.) Blue turned to one of the parrots. Maybe if they just communicated, they could get on the right foot. (Because, right now, they were standing on Ian McGreggor's foot, which was probably the wrong choice in this situation, to be honest. (Then again, that's what a dishonest person would say. (Or would he?)))

Blue cleared her throat. "Hi, I'm-"

"Follow the train, CJ." ordered a parrot.

Blue was beginning to get frustrated. She was about ready to nag violently at the bird. She turned to Echo.

"You have a go. Maybe they'll-"

"Follow the train, CJ."

Blue exploded among one of the extremely valuable birds. "You listen here, you no-good bird of the roughly three-hundred and ninety-three species in ninety-two genera that make up the order Psittaciformes, found in most tropical and..."

"Geez, she's a living Wikipedia!" whispered Echo to Delta.

Blue continued, "...with strong, curved bills, upright stances, strong legs, and clawed zygodactyl feet-"

"FOLLOW THE GOSH-DARN TRAIN, CJ."

Blue stared, flabbergasted, at the parrot. She turned to Echo and Delta, who sported similar faces. Except, they seemed to look afraid. Blue turned back to the parrot, who now held a handgun that it had pulled from some hidden holster, and pointed it at Blue's snout.

"FOLLOW. THE. TRAIN."

Blue narrowly ducked in time, and the bullet flew over her head. She swung a clawed hand at the parrot, knocking her claws painfully against the hard, pure gold. The parrot was unbalanced, however, and fell from the branch with a yelp of surprise. Blue turned to see that the other parrots had drawn their own handguns (except for one rebellious bird, who wielded a gunhand).

"Scatter!" Blue ordered, and the three raptors dashed off in random directions.

As Blue leapt over fallen tree trunks and around rocks and bushes, she could hear the parrots, right on her tail, all demanding CJ to follow the train. Blue didn't care though because she was so lit. Also using her lit powers, she easily outran the golden birds. But now, due to just running in a random direction, she had no clue as to where she was. She listened as the echoes of the valuable birds faded away, then slowed to a stop.

I hope Delta and Echo are alright. she thought.

Suddenly, she heard a ringing noise from somewhere nearby, startling her. It sounded suspiciously like a phone ringing. Blue traced the sound to its source; a telephone box, sitting in the middle of the jungle. Blue cocked her head, confused, then bounded up to the bright red box. She nosed it, and it yelped irritably at her in an annoyingly British voice.

"Oi! Mate!" it said, outraged. "You can't just go around nosing people like that!"

"I'm very sorry, sir," stammered Blue, slightly flabbergasted. "Um, why are you ringing?" she asked, trying not to sound rude.

"Because someone's ringing my telly, it would seem!" the telephone box answered.

Blue blinked. "Why?"

"By Jove, love! How am I supposed to know why people are ringing me?" It quivered in angrily. "If you'd like to know so badly, why have you not gone and answered the bloody telly yet?"

Blue shifted uncomfortably on her feet. "I thought it might seem rude to do so..."

"I say, what's rude is you and your moaning!" exclaimed the telephone box.

Blue blinked.

"Well, what are you waiting for, love?" asked the telephone box. "Just answer the telly!"

Blue reached and grabbed the phone. She pressed it against her ear hesitantly. "Hello?"

The voice on the other line said, abruptly, "Find Nedry - check the vending machines!"

Blue yelped and dropped the telephone, letting it fall and hand from its cord.

"Well, that was mighty rude of you!" exclaimed the telephone irritably.

Blue opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. This doesn't make sense, she thought. The same voice...the voice from my dream. How?

She turned to the telephone box, except it was no longer a telephone box, but instead a cabinet made purely out of rutabaga. It began to vibrate, but then it stopped vibrating.

"Whatever are you just standing there for, love? Spit it out!" it demanded.

Blue blinked. She didn't know what to say. "Does the name 'Nedry' ring a bell?"

"I see what you did there, mate." the rutabaga said.

Blue opened her mouth to speak. However, she found herself speaking a language other than English, which greatly surprised her. "Was war das?" She frowned, confused. "Warum spreche ich Deutsch?"

The rutabaga cabinet appeared greatly confused also. "Is that a Google Translate version of German?"

Blue shrugged. "Ich weiß es nicht."

"Well, did you expect any less from this story?" asked the rutabaga with a sigh.

Blue shook her head. Suddenly, gun shots were heard. She stared helplessly as the rutabaga would have clutched its bleeding chest if not for its inability to do so. Also, rutabaga cabinets have no chests. Instead, it choked out "Those bloody parrots..." and collapsed to the ground, never to move again. Blue stared at the motionless body of the very British former-telephone for a few moments, then whipped around as bullets flew past her head. Through the trees, she could faintly make out the shapes of the pure gold parrots as they zipped through the trees towards her. Blue glanced at the dead cabinet briefly, then turned and bolted into the trees. As she turned a corner, however, she collided with none other than her sister, Delta. They stared at each other for a moment in confusion, then Delta pushed past Blue and began making her way back the way Blue had come. Towards the parrots.

Zounds! is what Blue would have thought if this was a cliché sci-fi comic or something.

"Delta wait!" she called instead. "There are undoubtedly ravenous parrots over that way!"

Delta paused and glanced over her shoulder, a look of confusion covering her face. "But the parrots were chasing me." she protested.

Blue's blood went cold and she glanced around the forest, terrified. Suddenly, too many golden parrots to count (maybe twenty) seemed to materialize out of thin air. (They used the power of plot relevance, but the raptors don't know that.) They each held at least four-and-a-half guns each, except for one rebellious parrot who held gun-and-a-half fours. They aimed their scopes at their targets, and one demanded, "Follow the train, CJ." Delta and Blue both threw their arms into the air, surrendering.

Delta sighed. "Well, looks like we're in quite a-"

"Follow the train, CJ."

"I will, geez!" sighed Delta. "Be patient-"

One of the parrots pressed its gun against Delta's head. "Follow the train, CJ." it said slowly and carefully.

One pressed its gun against Blue's head as well. Her heart was thumping so hard that it burst from her chest, did a little dance, and retreated to her chest again. Not before giving Delta a cheeky wink, however, making the raptor blush.

Then, a golden parrot sporting a wee little military cap revealed itself, pointing its gun at the two raptors. "Follow the train, CJ." it said, motioning towards the trees behind the raptors.

Blue glanced over her shoulder at the trees, and realized that the parrots were planning on escorting them to someplace; probably their base, because that's cliché. Blue turned to the parrot again, thinking the situation over. (They really had no choice, but she thought so anyway because this story has to drag on more.) As she opened her mouth to speak her answer, however, Delta spoke first.

"Will there be pizza?" the green raptor asked.

The parrot said, "Follow the train, CJ." with a brisk nod.

Blue and Delta turned to each other at the same time, each with wide, excited eyes, and squealed all fangirl-like.

"Oh maw gawsh, gurl, we've gottu, like, totally go!" said Blue.

Delta nodded in agreement. "Well, duh, gurl. But I've gottu grab mah purse real quick, kay, guuuuurl?"

"Like, totally."

After fetching her purse, the two raptors allowed themselves to be escorted through the jungle. Eventually, they were led to a small, red building. Gaping holes were dug out in the wall with a thin, clear, almost transparent material placed inside each hole. They were windows. Heh, you were confused there for a second. The words 'Pizza Hut' were written on a big sign above the doorway.

"Oh maw gawsh it's, like, a totally real life Pizza Hut." said Delta.

"Srsly? I, like, totally thought that those were, like, totally myths, guuuuuuurl." Blue said, surprised.

"Follow the train, CJ!" ordered one of the parrots, pressing a gun against Blue's back.

Blue squealed. "Fine! I mean...kay, guuuuuurl!"

The parrots led Blue and Delta inside of the Pizza Hut, and a waitress seated them at a table by one of the windows. Delta stared out the window anxiously. Obviously, she didn't like being kidnapped by parrots of pure gold and taken to a Pizza Hut. To be honest, Blue didn't mind it all that much. She picked up a menu from off of the table and glanced briefly at it.

The waitress came up to their table. "Hello, welcome to a super fancy version of Pizza Hut. What would you like to messily devour today? Or tomorrow. It doesn't matter, to be completely honest."

"I haven't decided yet, you rat." said Delta with a scowl.

The waitress nodded calmly, and turned to Blue. "How about you?"

Blue nodded, took a deep breath, and said, extremely quickly, "I want three plain cheese pizzas, seven anchovy and garlic pizzas, two pepperonis, two and a half vegetarians, fifteen barbecue chicken pizzas... - um, does your 'peanut butter and orphan surprise' contain real orphans?"

The waitress shook her head. "No," she said. "Not anymore."

"Okay. I'd like eight of those, um, I'd also like ten sunny-side-up pizzas, fifteen dehydrated frog pizzas - with extra pickled limbs, please. I'll also have forty-five California Sewage Somethings, a pair of banana pizzas, thirteen seafood pizzas, and the entire state of Texas."

The waitress nodded. "Would you like that order to be doubled?"

Blue hesitated. "Can you triple it?"

"Sure." The waitress then turned to Delta. "Have you decided yet?"

Delta slammed her fists onto the table and stared at the waitress with eyes that burned with hunger. "Thirty oranges." she demanded.

"Ok." The waitress let her limbs fall from her body and slithered away.

As Delta resumed her intensive staring out of the window, Blue scanned the restaurant. The golden parrots were all crowded at one table. Apparently, none of them thought that Blue and Delta could have just stood up and waltzed out of the restaurant. But, as she thought this, her attention was caught by one of the tables just behind Delta. Sitting in a chair, staring directly at Blue, was a massive, burly gorilla. It couldn't have been...yes, it was the legendary Harambe. Back from the dead? As she watched, dumbstruck, the gorilla lifted up a napkin. Something was written on it. Blue narrowed her eyes to see better. She felt faint when she realized that the writing on the napkin spelled the words 'Find Nedry - check the vending machines!'.

"Blue?" said Delta. Blue turned swiftly to her sister. "You okay?"

"Uh, yeah, I'm fine..." Blue mumbled. She turned back to Harambe, but the hairy creature was no longer there. Blue blinked, surprised. Then she became a turtle for point-four seconds. Nobody noticed over the sound of their existence, however. She frowned. "Now I know how it feels to be existed-at."