This is a short story about Mrs Tweedy's aunt.
WARNING: I DO NOT OWN CHICKEN RUN OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS.
After the chickens' escape, and the destruction of Farmland Farms, construction workers were rebuilding the factory after the incident. Melisha Tweedy, who had recovered from her accident with the Laser Ducks, had felt angry of Ginger and the others foiling her business plans to turn all chickens into nuggets.
"Those chickens." she growled. "This is twice they ruined my life."
She remembered that night twelve years ago, when she built the pie machine to turn chickens into pies. But when she tried to stop the chickens from escaping Tweedy's Farm, Ginger cut the rope caught onto the flying crate, and Mrs Tweedy fell into the pie machine, causing it to explode.
Then when she married Dr. Marcus Fry after her divorcee with Willard Tweedy, she spent twelve years building Farmland Farms to start a production of nuggets, to have her revenge on chickenkind. But it was failed after Ginger and the others broke in and destroyed the machine.
Dr. Fry walked to Mrs Tweedy. "Dear. Someone's here to see you."
"I'm not in a mood for a meeting right now." Mrs Tweedy said.
"Well, there's a very old lady, and…" Fry tried to explain.
"Dr. Fry, I have no time for a meeting with some stupid old bird!" Tweedy sneered. "Tell her to go live in a senior home."
"Stupid old bird?"
Mrs Tweedy recognized that voice. A voice from someone she hasn't heard in a long time. She nervously turned and gasped as she saw who it was. Agnes Pryce, Melisha's aunt. She was nearly eighty-six years old. she resembled her granddaughter, but her dress was dark black.
"Senior home?" she glared furiously at her niece.
Mrs Tweedy walked to her aunt nervously, with a shy smile and chuckle. "Aunt Agnes! What an unexpected pleasure to see you. Forgive me, my HUSBAND didn't recognize you."
"I thought I might come to see Farmland Farms myself." Agness said before looking at the rebuilding of the factory. "Were there any problems going on, Melisha?"
"Oh, the producer only just overheated, Auntie. Uh, Dr. Fry's working on the upgrades." Mrs Tweedy said.
"Right. Was it those chickens that Willard said were 'organized'?" Agnes asked bluntly.
Melisha hesitated for a second. "Uh, well…"
"You mean to tell me after twelve years, you still had trouble with chickens organizing? I thought Willard was a lunatic saying about the chickens escaping, but right now, I see he was right."
"It-it wasn't even my fault, Aunt Agnes." Tweedy said defensively. "I've had security to make sure they won't escape like what happened at Tweedy's Farm."
"And they've escaped?" Agnes asked.
"Oh, definitely, Ms. Pryce." Dr. Fry said. "They're smarter than us all."
"Don't be ridiculous." Agnes said.
"Aunt Agnes, I'm going to search for them." Melisha said.
"Oh? A grown woman tracking down chickens like a poacher on prey? That's a plan." Agnes said grimly.
"I-I have plenty of plans. Really… good ones." Melisha said. "No, greater ones."
"You two morons unwillingly let stupid flightless creatures ruin your business plans. In my day, your father, I, and your grandparents makes miniscule products, we count the eggs, the chickens lay the eggs, and when they don't lay anymore, we Pryces chop them. Do you understand what I'm saying, Melisha?"
"Yes, Auntie. I understand how you do things in your times." Melisha said.
"Now, are you two going to keep standing here, or are you going to continue rebuilding your factory?"
"Oh, we're still working, Auntie. Everything's going on schedule." Melisha said.
"Well get to it, girl." Agnes ordered.
Mrs Tweedy and Dr. Fry walked to the workers to make sure they do their job.
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