The Bird Bully Part 4

- Dance, Pukas. - Dance, monkey boy, dance! 

Think fast. 

Clacktiel. 

You... 

Zoc, please, not in front of Spindle. 

Sorry. 

God, there must be something I missed. 

Wait. A crack. 

That's it. Imperfections in the crystals. 

Perhaps coating it in a viscous compound. 

Spindle. Resin. 

Clacktiel. 

Oh, that's it. It worked! The potion is complete! 

Praise the Mother! Yes! Yes! Yes! 

No! 

- Zoc. - Hova, hang on. 

Spindle, get the potion. Quickly. 

Hello. 

Yep, I was about your age when I flooded my first colony. 

Brother, those were good times. Good times! 

- Who are you? - Stanley Beals is the name. 

Beals-A-Bird Pest Control. 

Exterminator, eradicator, solver of problems. 

Hey, you must be the Mitchell boy, right? 

Now, your dad ordered my services... 

...but he forgot to sign the contract before he left. 

Busy man. Lot on his mind. It happens. 

So he just told me to talk to you... 

- Dennis. - Yeah, Lucas. 

He said, "You have my son, Dennis, sign the contract for me... 

...if I happen to forget to before I leave. He's a grown man now." 

His exact words. 

I don't know. Do you have any references? 

References? 

There's one. 

I don't think I should. 

You don't think you should, huh? You don't think? 

So who does your thinking for you? Your mommy? 

Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, what do I do? 

I'm just a little baby that can't think for myself. 

Please wipe my little bottom for me. 

Wipe me. Oh, oh, please, wipe me. 

- Give me that stupid contract. - Yes, sir. A very mature decision. 

Enjoy a world that's entirely bird free 

Just sign right here. And leave the killing to me 

I wrote that.