Before I start this story, I just wanna make it clear that this story does not take place in the same universe or timeline as Taz-Mania: The Final Chapter and Animaniacs: The Untold Adventure. This is it's own separate story in it's own universe, much like Animaniacs: Road To Home. It has no connections to the previously mentioned stories. Anyway, enjoy!


Chapter 1: Burbank or bust

The pigeon mob had been around New York City for many years. The origins of them go as far back as the 1950s. Throughout the years, pigeons came and went. Whether it be in the position as godpigeon, the position of a goodfeather, or some other role in the pigeon mob. While they weren't necessarily in the business of what other mobs were doing at the time, they sure did take anything they could.

Aside from their longtime rivalry with the Sparrows, they often looted supermarkets and other types of stores that had food. A large number of goodfeathers would enter a store and carry whatever they got with them out. It didn't matter if it was during the day or night, whoever was running the store wouldn't stand a chance against what pigeons came in. It's not like they could tell the police, they don't typically deal with pigeons after all. Eventually though, some store owners began to take matters into their own hands, which lead to the deaths of dozens of goodfeathers.

Because of this, looting stores would only be able to happen when they were closed. This strategy seemed better and more efficient than when they were open. The pigeon mob would continue doing it for years after. The mob would also do other things and start getting into other business with time. They seemed almost unstoppable throughout the 1950s to 1970s, but little did they know at the turn of the decade, that seemingly golden age would slowly whither away.

By the time the 1980s rolled around, a lot of stores began to install security systems. It didn't help that many goodfeathers were getting caught by animal control and eventually brought to the police. The number of pigeons started to decline drastically, which wasn't good at all. The only good thing was nobody snitched or ratted anyone out during those times, but it was still a terrible time for everypigeon in the mob as a whole. Competition between them and the Sparrows started to get more violent as desperation grew.

The 1990s were even worse. Squit may have been the best thing to come aboard in a while, but not even he could save what was happening. The mob made up of several goodfeathers, much in the same way Bobby, Pesto, and Squit were formed. The numbers used to be unbelievably high before Squit joined. Around the time he joined though, the numbers were dangerously low.

While Bobby, Pesto, and Squit were doing their best as goodfeathers, behind the scenes in the mob, it had become a convoluted mess. The rivalry with the Sparrows became extremely violent, the numbers of pigeons became even lower than before, and some out of desperation began to literally murder each other, just so they can take what they could for themselves, before leaving the the mob for good. This had become too much on the Godpigeon, as he had almost no control on the situation. If he wanted to keep his empire from calling completely apart, he needed to come up with a plan and quickly. Otherwise, things could end in the worst way possible for him and everyone else who worked for him.


One day, what was left of the pigeons gathered up in an abandoned industrial building. Bobby, Pesto, Squit, and at least 20 to 30 other pigeons were talking about the whole situation that was going on, while they waited for the Godpigeon to arrive.

"So, Godpigeon has a plan?" asked Squit. "Are you deaf?! I literally just said that two minutes ago!" snapped Pesto. "Back off of him Pesto," said Bobby sternly, which Pesto did, "Godpigeon does have a plan Squit, but I dunno what it is yet. All I know is he told all of us to gather up here in the middle of the day as he had a plan, but I know nothing more."

"I hope the Godpigeon has a good plan," said a pigeon, "I'm not trying to doubt him because of his age or anything, but it's something to keep in mind." "Pretty sure you are Paul," said another pigeon.

The Godpigeon had finally arrived. Bobby walked over to him, so he could translate what he was saying to the rest of the pigeons. Godpigeon spoke a bit, a bit more than he usually would, in which Bobby translated, "Godpigeon says he's got a plan. He doesn't know how well this is gonna work out, but this might be the best option. The truth is, Godpigeon wants us to go to Burbank, California." The pigeons were all flabbergasted and whispered to each other about this. "Burbank?" whispered Pesto, "Why Burbank?" "I don't know Pesto, but I think this could work in our favor," Squit whispered back.

Godpigeon spoke again, this time, more lengthy than before. Again, Bobby translated, "Godpigeon says givin the way things are, we might thrive better elsewhere that is smaller and with less competition. He also has connections with someone over there that could be willing to help us in times like these. He's no pigeon, but that doesn't mean he'll stab us in the back. In fact, this guy is sorta someone who looks over activity that goes on."

A majority of the pigeons all whispered to themselves about the matter. "Has Godpigeon gone mad?" whispered one. "He is quite up there in age, so I wouldn't doubt it," whispered another. It was safe to say that not everybody was on board with the idea. But if it would keep the mob all in one piece and restore hope, then they were all in.

"See Pesto? Everybody is agreeing!" whispered Squit. "They're not agreeing you moron!" Pesto whispered back. Squit may have been trying to be optimistic about this, but Pesto was obviously a little more skeptical about this decision. This could either make or break them, so it was understandable that Pesto wasn't so sure. However, Squit had his reasons to like the idea of going somewhere he hadn't gone before.

Godpigeon spoke one more time in which Bobby translated one more time, "Godpigeon says we will be taking a freight train to there tomorrow morning. Come to the train yard at 7am ASAP."

The Godpigeon flew away. Many of the pigeons looked at each other, unsure of what to say. "Well, I guess it's Burbank or bust," said a pigeon. "If this is what the Godpigeon wants, I guess it'll do," sighed another. "This is gonna be one hell of a difficult transition for us all," said a third one.


Bobby, Squit, and Pesto told their girlfriends (the girlfeathers) about the situation and wanted them to come along to Burbank with them. This didn't make them necessarily happy, especially since they lately weren't seeing their boyfriends as often, only for them to try and convince them to come to California. An argument broke out between the 6 of them, which ended with the girlfeathers flying off and stating they were through with the goodfeathers.

"Oh come on," sighed Squit, "We needed support, more than anything." "Great! Just great!" yelled Pesto, "First the Martin Scorsese statue is gone, then us needin to relocate, and now this!" "Girls will be girls," said Bobby, "As for the Martin Scorsese statue, we ain't got no control over that happening. And us needin to relocate? I dunno how good of a choice it'll be, but we have to go along for the ride, whether we like it or not." "I know, but what the hell!" Pesto continued. "You'll get through it Pesto," said Squit with sympathy, "Your a strong bird."

Pesto's face turned cold as he faced Squit. "Strong how?" he asked, "Like I'm some big macho bird to you?" "All I said was your a strong bird," said Squit. Pesto didn't back down, "So what you sayin? Huh? You sayin I'm-"

Bobby get in the line between the two and stared right into Pesto's eyes. "ENOUGH," he said sternly, "Ya know, I'm gettin sick of you going after Squit all the time. He said your a strong bird as a compliment, cool ya feathers." "B-But he said," Pesto tried to continue, but Bobby made it clear he wanted Pesto to stop, so he did.

"Look, we are strong and can get through times like these," Bobby assured, "This might be the toughest and most rough time we can be in, but we can't let it tear us all apart. Godpigeon knows what he's doing, so we are in good hands." Pesto wanted to show his doubt, but kept his mouth shut. Squit just smiled at Bobby, feeling more hopeful than before.

"To Burbank?" asked Squit. "To Burbank!" replied Bobby. The two then looked at Pesto who took a few seconds to respond. Pesto took a deep breath, "To Burbank."

To be continued in the next chapter...

(Chapter 1 published 1/1/24)

P.S. Happy New Years at the time of this chapter releasing!