MOLTY THE MALLARD:

B-b-b-b-b-b (beak shaking) Woah! Wow, what a party!

And now there he goes

A most merry band of gulls has hoisted COFO high above the vast blue seas

And they’re having quite a time, passing him back and forth through the air like a rag doll

GULL 1:

Hoo hoo hoo, go long!

COFO:

Woah-ho-ho, hey cut it out you’re gonna drop me!

GULL 2:

Ha ha ha, over here, I’m open!

COFO:

Ahhhhhh

GULL 1:

Nice catch!

GULL 2:

Hoo hoo hoo!

GULL 1:

Ha ha ha!

MOLTY THE MALLARD:

As this delightful goof troop passes the time, the season and the setting begin to shift

As they fly above the Fabergé Forest, the gulls releasе COFO, dropping him onto a soft bed of moss below

SMACK

Well… somеwhat soft

COFO has now found himself in the wooded kingdom of…

Sir Hawthorne Hoot!