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our separate ways, we'll be fine.

I'm sure you will. Fantastic!

Bye. Lovely. Really. Bon voyage!

We'll survive

for 6, maybe 7 days on our own.

Don't worry about it.

We'll just make them count.

Nah, well, it's just

it's a lot farther than I thought.

I'm not built for this.

I'm sure Karl will be

very happy to take over.

Stop making excuses!

If my father wanted Karl to lead us,

he would have said so. But he asked you.

He must've had a good reason.

I really can't think of one.

Plus, he didn't really...

My dad was never wrong, never.

Maybe he saw

you had a good heart,

you wouldn't leave us in the lurch.

And you had a 6th sense.

He had like a "6th sense" sense?

Like a 7th sense?

You are a bit weird, it's true.

But my father could spot potential.

He saw right away

you were something special.

I've finished my speech. You're supposed

to say:
"Yes, Delf, you're right",

I had my doubts,

but you turned me around."

Sorry, my 6th sense must be off.

Pull yourself together, honeybun!

You, here?

Trying to convince you

to lead our migration.

- I'm not really here.

- Not here?

Yeah, you do seem a little absent.

Maybe that knock on your head...

- So, you hear what I say?

- Maybe she's right about the knock.

I'll tell you another thing:

You can't leave them in the lurch!

I can't? That's right!

Sorry?

I mean,

I can't leave you all in the lurch.

That's what I think.

It's time to take charge.

- Time to take charge.

- Really?

- Follow your instincts.

- I'll follow my instincts.

- Besides, she's cute.

- You're cute.

Excuse me?

Sorry!

That was my 6th sense talking!

Yeah, it's working now.

- So, you'll keep going?

- Yeah, OK!

I can sense what's ahead!

Wow, amazing!

You are acting a little weird

but amazing!

Let's go!

Fall in line, campers!

The sun is rising.

We've got an Africa to get to!

I am not moving.

You can all take off to your doom.

Just go without me.

Bon voyage, have fun.

OK. See you next year!

You would take off without me?

Who does that?!

Hey little bro! Ready to fly?

Yah-hoo!

Fleck!

Thanks, pal!

Sorry about that.

No problem.

I love kids. Just not for breakfast.

You have to put on

some weight, bro.

Catch a strong breeze,

you'll wind up in China!

Don't sweat it. Your wings

will grow soon! So will your voice.

You think so? 'Cause I gotta say,

I've really had it with this voice!

Hey kid, why are all the others going

in the opposite direction?

That's weird. They probably don't have

all the latest info, like myself.

I should let them know.

I'll be right back.

Hey, guys! Excuse me.

I'm in a bit of a jam here.

Funny story:

I got some kooky directions.

You wouldn't happen to know

which way is Africa?

And how about South? You know

which way is South? Oh, forget it!

I don't know

what my 6th sense is telling me.

My other 5 senses

have gotten us lost.

Trust yourself. You'll find a path...

Really? You got me into this mess,

you get me out!

You tell me the path.

Sorry, honeybun! Bad connection...

I'm losing contact.

How convenient!

I knew it! You don't have a clue

where we are, do you?

Sure I do...

- Don't insult me, Yellow-nerd.

- I'm just being social!

You're not. You're lost,

you're just a con man!

We're no closer to Africa

than when we started.

So, let's out the charade.

Go tell everyone what's really going on.

You and I both know

by now we should've already reached...

The sea! Yippee!

Yeah! We're at the sea!

What is the sea, Miss Delf?

It's what lies between us

and Africa, Gigi.

There it is! There's the sea,

right where it was supposed to be!

It's all part of the plan.

I did it!

That's basic migration math, really.

After the fireflies,

I plotted a perpendicular line

to the sub-cutaneous cloud bank,

the one shaped like a kitty cat.

I just had a feeling.

We should stop for the night

before we cross.

What a nice place to stay!

So lucky we found it!

- I wonder where the others are!

- Welcome

to the Beachfront Tree,

the finest accommodation on the coast!

- Sir?

- We're having a special

on our vacation suites,

room service included.

I thought the season was over, sir...

Shut up.

This is extra-business, putz.

Aren't you expecting other travelers?

You know,

crossing the Mediterranean?

Ain't that like half a world away?

Mediterranean. Oh, of course!

So many guests

visit the Mediterranean here!

Lots of tourists, day and night.

Busy like bees.

But we don't have bees.

- Clean bill of health.

- What? Oh yeah...!

But he said

the season was over.

No, no! You're just early!

Lucky you're the first here.

'Cause after that,

it's booked, booked, booked!

Wait. Excuse me.

Can we back up a sec?

What do you mean we're "early"?

- Where are we exactly?

- In Holland.

This is Spain. Just look all around you

at the lovely Spanish scenery.

Spain over there, Spain over here.

Spain left and right. Look behind you,

more Spain!

Yeah, you won't get

much more Spanish than us!

- Bien-vah-neeedo! Ol!

- I've been to Spain.

Where are the olive trees?

Where...? Frozen.

Dead, all of them.

Just like that, CLACK! Such a disaster.

My wife and I wept!

Wept and wept!

Especially her. She just kept saying:

"Where are my olive trees?"

Boy, what a painful time

in our lives that was.

- Wow!

- Yeah!

- Sounds like a national tragedy.

- "Olive-Apocalypse," we called it.

"It'll never look like Spain!"

I said.

It makes it look nothing like Spain.

Terrible, right?

You know, with global warming,

globalization and whatnot,

everything looks the same,

wherever you are!

Take this hole.

One of our luxury suites.

Low fungus, no sap,

ventilation marvelous.

Had a bald eagle stay here once,

true story.

Follow me, folks.

I have a nice room for you all.

- Boy oh boy! I could get used to this.

- Not with this sea air.

I'm starting to freeze!

You never had a real first name?

That's awful!

Nah, it's just

that my parents never

had time to give me one

before I was...

I've got a few names

we could call you.

You must have thought

about choosing one?

Uh, no. You know what?

It never came up.

What about "Scatterbrain"?

Or "Chicken Wings"?

Enough, Karl! Don't pick on him.

He's had that his whole life.

Not my whole life...

Of course the poor thing

never had a name.

So small he's been forgotten.

Just a bundle of feathers.

Bring a dish of crunchy maggots

to my room.

Right away, sir.

You're gonna love 'em.

The best in Holland.

Holland? Holland!

- I meant Spain...

- You said "Holland!"

No, no. "Hollan-daise sauce," amigo!

Holland...

How did you get such a sense

of direction if you're not a migrator?

He must have an internal compass

like homing pigeons.

Are you part pigeon

on your mother's side?

Something like that...

Who sent you?

Where are you taking us?

- Into a trap?

- What?

- To get rid of us?

- Karl, what're you doing?

- Karl, stop it!

- Willy, stay out of this. It's true.

Calm down, son!

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