A Stork's Journey Page #3

Oh...

- Oh, big ol' truck

- Cheap electronics.

- I love you best...

- If you don't shape up, I'm getting a cat!

Mon Dieu!

The Sanremo Festival begins tomorrow!

Attention! The express train

to Sanremo is arriving.

It leaves immediately

after my coffee break.

Wait for me!

I gotta get out of this prison!

Help me, cracker, you're my only hope.

Oh, no! I'm doomed!

- OMG!

- Huh?

Making friends is so much

easier than I thought!

So, which way to Gibraltar?

- Admit it! We're lost!

- It's not that.

I have to show you.

Thanks to Pigeon Maps,

I got a bird's eye view on everything,

only from way up.

We found you... here.

And... this...

- ...is where you're headed.

- Africa!

Totally. Thanks to Oleg and me,

we are this far already.

But your storks, man?

They're approaching Gibraltar over here!

- That's a mighty long haul!

- So?

Don't you see?

It would take us a week to get there.

That's impossible!

You must've taken us the wrong way.

Whoa! There's nothing

wrong with our senses.

We're just not as fast as storks.

And you know why?

- Because we're not storks.

- That's the problem.

You're not storks!

You're slowing me down.

This kid is driving me bananas.

There just has to be

a faster way to Gibraltar!

That's my cue.

Madame, monsieur?

May I be of assistance?

- Hmm?

- Aww! Look at you!

The predator and its prey.

Need to get to Gibraltar?

My name's Richard and this is Olga.

- And? Ahem.

- Fine! Olga and Oleg.

Quoi? Oh, I get it!

- The owl's gone cuckoo.

- Cuckoo? Us?

Richard's the one

who thinks he's a stork!

Oh! Mmm...

Of course he's a stork!

The upright posture,

the inimitable elegance...

- Muah!

- Finally!

Someone who knows

what he's talking about.

And just who are you?

My apologies, Kiki La Spree,

disco parakeet fantastique!

Ambassador to Sparkleville!

Distinguished professor of...

- Blabberbeak?

- Oh!

I couldn't help but overhear

your little picking match.

But don't despair.

I can get you to Gibraltar!

I was headed there myself.

Isn't that an amazing coincidence?

What does a cage bird want in Gibraltar?

Why, I'm performing there!

To welcome the migrating birds!

At the... uh... Gibraltar Festival!

Free me and we'll catch

a train out of here

faster than you can say "Disco Duck"!

But what's a... train?

What the what? Ho ho!

- Voil.

- Whoa!

I'm halfway through my caf au lait,

so prepare to board.

- Oh, no! We have to hurry!

- What?

He said the train to Gibraltar

is leaving tout de suite!

You speak human?

After a zillion hours of karaoke,

even you would, my frizzy feather ball.

Makes us wonder

what other tricks you've got

under your plumage.

Come on, Olga!

Kiki needs our help!

Merci.

Now there's a lock underneath,

but be careful.

- I said be careful!

- What's wrong?

I am afraid of heights, all right?

Help!

- Oy!

- Am I dead?

Not yet.

I don't hear you singing!

- What the...

- Olga! Get him out of here!

I'm not getting my wings dirty!

You let him out!

Out of my way! I've got you now!

No!

- Where are you taking me?

- Just keep quiet, can you?

What kind of bird is afraid of flying?

Flying is for the riff-raff.

I'm a songbird!

Let go of me, you heartless harpy!

Oh, okay.

Just great!

Hey, he asked me!

Kiki! Just fly! You're a bird!

- I can't! Aaaahh!

- Spread your wings!

- Now taking my final sip...

- The train's leaving.

- It's all over now.

- No!

Just let me drop to my deaaaathhh...

Make it stop!

Make it stop!

Oh!

Oh! Tulips!

Great! Now I'm gonna get bird flu!

- Huh?

- Help me!

Birds!

Oh, no!

What?!

That's our train over there!

All aboard for Sanremo!

Gibraltar, here we come!

Dad! We can't keep going!

- Everyone needs a break!

- No!

We stick to the prescribed route!

Can't we at least fly a little lower?

No. Now keep the formation!

Stay together, everyone!

Don't fall behind!

- But Dad!

- Max! Do as I say!

And when I woke up,

my brother and my parents were...

gone.

I wish I had a dramatic

backstory like that.

I always dreamed of escaping

my dreary surroundings

to become a famous disco star!

Loved... adored...

I'm coming out

I want the world to know

Got to let... Oh!

What is "disco," anyway?

Some kind of courtship behavior

to attract a mate?

Can be.

Although I doubt you could

ever pull it off, darling.

- Hmm!

- Hey!

I'm used to it. I know

that I'm big and awkward.

Well... didn't your mama

ever teach you to groom?

Mmm...

Let's just say my family

didn't exactly embrace me.

Maybe with a smooth-out

and some feather-gel...

Don't you see that I'm freakishly big?

I've seen way bigger owls

on the Forest Channel.

Yeah, but not pygmy owls.

- Guess... uh... not...

- I just never fit in.

- Sounds familiar.

- No!

No, I literally didn't fit in.

I mean, in the nest...

Pygmy owls are supposed

to be tiny, not giant.

A "giant pygmy"?

- Is that like a "jumbo shrimp"?

- Shh!

Ah!

Olga is a monster! Olga is a freak!

Oh... ohhh!

My own family didn't give

a hoot about me.

I didn't have a single friend

in the whole world.

Mm? Mm?

And then... I met Oleg.

Ah!

You've always been there for me.

Ahem. How can I put this?

Some folks think, for someone to exist,

you have to see them.

It sounds kind of crazy, I know.

Just leave us alone!

- Nice.

- What?

It's okay, Olga. I know how you feel.

Passengers, we will now dim the lights

and wish you all a good night.

We'll be in Sanremo in the morning.

Hmm?

Uh, uh... He said...

Uh, the breakfast buffet

has an omelet station

and the toilet is backed up.

Time for our beauty sleep!

Good night!

Here, hold on to me... if you want to.

- Almost there.

- Uhh... Yeah.

Good night, sweethearts.

Don't feel guilty. Just go.

Oh, I'm faker than a pair

of faux-leather stilettos.

Oh, well, a diva has to do

what a diva has to do!

Oh!

What has she got in this thing, a piano?

Oh...

Kiki, we have to...

- Kiki?

- Huh?!

Birds!

Shoo! Shoo, birds!

Kiki?

Kiki!

Where are you?

Forget him!

Let's just get outta... Here.

- Well, if you saw the window, Oleg,...

- Look out!

...then why didn't you say something?

- Oh!

- Wow. Owl coming through!

Ooh!

Oh! Oh, oh!

Looks like you're not-a from here.

Looks like-a you could use-a

some help from a local,

like... Don Crowleone, s?

Well, I... eh...

Hehe, I see you and it-a hit me

like a lasagna to the face!

There's so many dangers

in this-a town...

You gonna need-a someone

to a-look out for you, eh?

Or you might run inta...

Some very bad birds.

- Hmm?

- So look.

We protect you...

for a small-a fee, of course...

so you can enjoy-a your stay in Sanremo.

Huh? Sanremo? You mean Gibraltar.

Scusi, Gibraltar?

The bambino thinks he's in Gibraltar!

Ha ha!

You're in beautiful Sanremo!

- In Italia!

- W-what?

Why you think-a we got-a

these-a wacky accents, ah?

- Then where's Africa?

- Africa? Ha!

- Way-a far away, over the sea.

- No!

Don't try-a flyin' there,

or you be swimmin' with the fishes.

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