Yellowbird Page #5

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Everyone, listen to me!

I think we should head back.

- Enough already!

- Hey! There's a headwind

up ahead. And a big bank

of scary-looking clouds.

We should listen to him

and head back.

Too late for that!

Too late?

From the smell of it,

that storm is gonna hit us.

So what do we do, son?

We need to drop some altitude

and get under the wind tunnel.

Then, try to spot somewhere to land,

a bank of seaweed or the tip of a rock.

I don't like this.

Can you guys see anything?

No, not yet!

Stay under the wind but above the water!

I know it's hard!

Mom! The Wind's making me cold.

Hang on, Anton. We'll land soon.

If we can find somewhere...

We don't have much time.

Wait a minute! Over there!

We have to wait

till the storm blows over.

The kids are hungry.

They'll never reach the coast

with empty bellies.

Maybe there's something to eat

down there.

Any other bright ideas?

Karl, listen to him for once.

For once! Excuse me, Delf!

Right from the very start,

we've followed every suggestion

of this total s-s-stranger!

How long will he be a stranger?

We're in a pretty bad situation,

Delf honey.

He couldn't have predicted

the storm!

Isn't that what a 6th sense is for?

Say something.

I... I...

I'd shut it.

It's no time to make a speech.

- I'll look for food.

- Wait up!

I'm coming with you.

Willy, go with them.

Michka and I

will go this way.

The rest of you, stay where you are.

Hey! Wait for us.

Why is Karl being such an idiot?

You can't say

he's completely wrong.

You're siding with him?

I'm not the only one.

Look where we are, Delf!

- You've got a crush on him...

- What? No!

- That's not it!

- It's OK if you do.

But...

I can hardly see a thing.

And it smells like a garbage dump.

Please tell me

that was your stomach.

See how Delf sticks up

for that yellow bird?

Yeah... well... I...

Where's Anton?

Your eyeballs popped

right out of your heads!

OK, scaredy-birds!

I get the point.

Maggie, give me a hand!

The children!

They must be in trouble.

We gotta go back!

- Don't panic! Keep calm!

- Yes, right!

EVERYONE KEEP CALM!

- DON'T PANIC!

- Calm down.

Right... Sure.

Let me catch my breath.

This way!

Mommy, I really don't feel too good.

You'll be fine, honey.

You can eat something...

Listen! There are zombies

all over the place!

We've got to get out.

If we can remember where we came from,

we can go the same way.

- The kids are exhausted.

- You have a better solution?

- Stop

sneaking up on us!

- What'll we do?

We can't stay here!

We can't go back into the storm!

That's enough!

From now on, I call the shots!

Anyone who doesn't agree

with what I say

will have to go it alone! Understand?

Karl!

Get the kids out.

We'll take care of Karl!

Come on, kid.

- Alright!

- Fleck, what're you doing?

No sweat, Mich!

I've got it covered!

Fleck, no!

Hey!

We did it, guys!

Bravo, little brother!

That was one supersonic flight!

Lisa?

They're birds

just like us!

Come on!

We can still save them!

We're safe!

Oh no! We're caught

in a stream of cold air!

We must slow down!

We're heading North!

- Hold on to me!

- I can't!

Go and warm up

the kids instead, Willy.

They need you. Go.

We're all gonna die here

in the cold!

- Because of you.

- Oh Karl, please.

I should've taken over from Darius!

But he picked you.

Why would he do that?

He didn't.

You're right, Karl. I lied.

I lied to all of you.

I was just a messenger.

Darius just wanted me

to tell Karl to take over.

He said it was

your time to lead.

Darius said that?

I'm sorry.

I wanted to be

part of the flock.

- I had no idea it would...

- How could you do that to us?

I trusted you!

I tried to tell you so many times.

I never wanted to hurt you.

I am so, so sorry.

- Wait!

- Delf...

Let him go.

Honeybun!

Honeybunny!

It's the dumbest idea

I ever heard!

I don't think

the iron birds are dangerous.

They swallow humans,

but spit them out somewhere else.

You're out of your mind.

We'll all get killed!

This guy is both a liar and a numbskull.

- No offense.

- No, that's right.

The reason we changed our path

was to avoid the iron birds,

not to serve ourselves up as appetizers!

We don't know if they eat birds.

Miss Delf, are we gonna be eaten up

by the iron birds?

Don't worry, Gigi, that's not the plan.

I don't know.

The stories we've heard!

Just stories.

This might be our only hope.

Or the worst idea ever.

That Yellowbird has gotten us

into enough jams.

He's never been

straight with us.

This is a dangerous, untested plan.

He's not qualified

to lead this group in any way!

- You realize that?

- That's enough! Stop!

Listen up or I'll turn your earrings

into guts! I'll eat your teeth

till your mother

looks like pigeon puke!

No, it's actually

"I'll rip out your guts"

and I won't eat your teeth...

I deeply apologize to your mother.

What I mean is, I know

I'm responsible for our troubles.

But I also know

that if we stay here,

we're going to die.

If we try this plan,

we have a chance to survive.

Maybe.

- I'll go with a maybe.

- Me too.

- Me too.

- Count me in.

Heck, my whole life is a maybe.

Let's do this.

Yeah, alright.

The cold must've frozen

your bird brains!

OK... but... which one?

That one.

I don't want you to see this.

Aw, Mom!

OK, we're good to go!

Oh, boy! That's cold!

Now what?

We go in there.

Into its behind?

As soon as their backs are turned...

Now's our chance!

Wait! Where's Karl?

Stay here!

Karl, we gotta go!

- Quick!

- You can all doom yourselves. I won't!

I can't believe this!

What's that?

Let me go!

I won't leave you.

Oh no!

Come on!

The door is closing!

Get in there, Karl! Go!

- Is this normal?

- I think we're flying!

- Karl...

- What?

Thank you.

- Don't mention it.

- OK.

I mean it.

We don't ever mention it again.

Ever, you hear?

You should come and see this!

Africa!

So wonderful to be back!

Look at this splendid view.

It's beautiful!

Even better than I remember.

- We did it, guys.

- Hurray!

High-five!

Yeah, man!

Now we stay put for 6 months.

Hey!

Where do you think you're going?

Well... you're in Africa.

I'll just leave you guys alone.

You can't go now.

You don't need me now.

You just have to find Sam O'Coole.

Sam O'Coole? Wow! What kind

of made-up-on-the-spot name is that?

You're joking, right?

- Only a turkey falls for that!

- Wait...

Delf, when you said...

And I said...

So the whole time...

I'm such an idiot.

No, I don't think so.

You sure took me for a ride.

Sam O'Coole.

- No-one can carry off that name.

- Someone could.

I mean the Sam part.

"Sam!" Yeah!

- It suits you perfectly.

- Totally!

You need a real first name, right?

You're not getting a say in this.

If all this yelling

and judging and pecking at each other

doesn't make us family,

I don't know what does.

We froze in a snowstorm,

and I was right...

Karl! Drop it!

OK. Riding those iron birds

was a pretty good idea...

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