Good News/Bad News

[WillowQ]

The cat burglar tidied his whiskers. He stuffed his wounded hand into his coat pocket and sidled out the office door into the dimly lit hallway.

Once unwatched, the Bird’s characteristic aplomb returned. “Bobdad! Bobdad! Out! Right now!”
Was there a muffled thumping barely audible from the cellar?
The Bird cocked his head, attempting to locate the source of the low reverberations.

“I’m going to follow that lily-livered sneak!” the Bird thought as he slid down the cage wires and swung his pear-shaped, fluffy, but incredibly macho little body out the cage door. “He’s not going to get away with my platinum Birdie Boy (tm) bell, 5 carat diamond solitaire clapper, and stunning 1k accessories.”

Your turn.

 

[Alien J]

(We’re still thinking here.)
(Where is Bobdad?)

Ask the burglar!

 

[Alien J]

The cat burglar tidied his whiskers. He stuffed his wounded hand into his coat pocket and sidled out the office door into the dimly lit hallway.

Once unwatched, the Bird’s characteristic aplomb returned. “Bobdad! Bobdad! Out! Right now!”
Was there a muffled thumping barely audible from the cellar?
The Bird cocked his head, attempting to locate the source of the low reverberations.

“I’m going to follow that lily-livered sneak!” the Bird thought as he slid down the cage wires and swung his pear-shaped, fluffy, but incredibly macho little body out the cage door. “He’s not going to get away with my platinum Birdie Boy (tm) bell, 5 carat diamond solitaire clapper, and stunning 1k accessories.”

Your turn.

He didn't have to follow far. Just around the turn of the office alcove, where his magnificent, stainless steel, custom made King cage sat, behind the small office desk, was a short hallway,, ending in a door. Behind the door was Bobdad's real office. The Bird almost ran right into the burglar. The burglar was obviously looking for something in Bobdad's big desk. Luckily, he was so engrossed in rifling through the desk drawers, he didn't hear The Bird. But, if the burglar was here, what made that noise from the cellar? And where is Bobdad? The Bird was angry, and lonely for Bobdad. He wanted to attack the bad man and bite his nose until he told him where Bobdad was. But he had to keep his cool. So The Bird slipped quietly back into the alcove and went to a very small door in the corner of the alcove. He slowly opened the door and went through the opening.


Your turn

 

[WillowQ]

(I’m pretty sure The Bird is a butt chomping monster.)

 

[Alien J]

He's certainly got the best of everything. That could make him a monster!

 

[WillowQ]

The Bird found himself sliding down a wide metal chute. As he slid, the mysterious thumps sounded again, even louder. Where was he? He scrambled for a hold on the thin metal surrounding him, but his claws could get no purchase and made a horrible SCRREEECH as he slid. Suddenly the bottom fell out and the Bird dropped into a pile of dingy dirty clothing.

In the half-light shed by the high narrow window, the Bird realized he had finally found the basement. He hopped out of the laundry pile and spotted…

Your turn.

 

[Alien J]

The Bird found himself sliding down a wide metal chute. As he slid, the mysterious thumps sounded again, even louder. Where was he? He scrambled for a hold on the thin metal surrounding him, but his claws could get no purchase and made a horrible SCRREEECH as he slid. Suddenly the bottom fell out and the Bird dropped into a pile of dingy dirty clothing.

In the half-light shed by the high narrow window, the Bird realized he had finally found the basement. He hopped out of the laundry pile and spotted…

Your turn.

Sorry. Got wrapped up in Secret Santa Hints thread!

Bobdad had always told The Bird not to go through the little door. Not unless there were no other option...like if the office were engulfed in flames and there was no other way to escape. He had told him quite sternly. Bobdad was only stern when he was serious. The office hadn't been in flames, but this seemed just much an emergency. Now, sitting on a pile of dirty laundry, The Bird wondered what the big deal was. Then he heard it again! THUMP! Very loud, and very close. What could it be?


Your turn.

 

[WillowQ]

The Bird hopped down off the laundry pile and disentangled his right claws from a worn sock. “Darn it!” shrieked the Bird. “I hate when I get yarn wrapped around my toes. Now let’s see what’s making that thunderous thump.” The bird waddled to the shadowy rear of the unfinished basement and, to his great surprise, saw Bobdad hogtied in the dusty basement corner. Thump! Bobdad rocked his head against the dryer.

“Mmmrph! Mmrgh! Aaahrgh!” slurred Bobdad.

The Bird knew it was up to him to free Bobdad. His bowl was almost empty and it had been awfully lonely the past two days.

Your turn.

 

[Alien J]

The Bird hurried over to Bobdad and removed his gag! "Thank God you're here, Bird!" Bobdad croaked. "Good job! Now, can you bite through this rope?" "Of course " said The Bird, while thinking "What a stupid question! You give me blocks of wood that are as hard as concrete and I chew through those, don't I? Hoomans, smh, gotta love 'em!"

Birds think much faster than they (or we) can speak. Shaking his head at the silliness of hoomans, even his own, The Bird went behind Bobdad and began chewing through the rope that bound his hands behind his back. He was almost through the thick binding when he heard a man's voice softly say, "Ahhh, Mr Milton, I see you have managed to remove your mouth covering. Good for you, H.R., but sadly, this means we shall have to punish you...AGAIN!!!." (Insert evil, menacing, maniacal laughter here)

Your turn

 

[WillowQ]

“Mwah ha ha haah!” chortled the cat burglar. “Where did Aunt Magnolia hide the will? You’d better tell me!

“Mwah hah haha” replied the Bird. “You’ll never find it!”

The cat burglar knelt in front of Bobdad, holding a roll of duct tape and a small, red Swiss Army Knife. “Bob, You should have appreciated that rope tie and dirty sock gag. Duct tape is so much more confining! You won’t get out of this quickly.”

“And you dastardly Bird, I’ll fix your little green wagon! Just you wait!”

“Help me!” Bobdad wailed hoarsely.

Your turn.

 

[Alien J]

"No! Help ME! ", SquawkedThe Bird, as the cat burglar made a lunge for him. As the man lunged downward to grab The Bird, The Bird flew directly straight up into the burglar's face., smacking him repeated with his wildly flapping wings. His beak found purchase on the burglar's nose, through the burglar's mask. The Bird wasted no time biting down on that protrubance with all his might. The burglar screamed and frantically batted at The Bird attached to his nose, as copious amounts of blood began to flow.

"I've always hated you, you stupid bird!" The burglar screamed as he turned and ran swiftly up the cellar steps. "I thought you were long dead! How can you still be alive? I'll kill you for this! Once and for all!"

Bobdad and The Bird stared wide-eyed at one another. "Was that...?" Bobdad began. "It couldn't be!" said the bird. "Little cousin Hank?" They both said at once. "Oh, boy, Bird, were in trouble now" said Bobdad


Your turn.

 

[Birdie Mama]

You two really should write together! This is so captivating, I cant wait for the next entry.

 

[DesertBird]

You two really should write together! This is so captivating, I cant wait for the next entry.

I know right? I'm really enjoying this story!

 

[WillowQ]

Bobdad scrabbled on the cold cement floor until he found the open Swiss Army knife Hank dropped when Bird chomped his nose. He quickly sawed through the duct tape around his ankles and lurched to his feet.

“Let’s go!” Bobdad urged the Bird, who hopped onto his hand and ran up to his shoulder. Smashes and crashed sounded from upstairs as Hank trashed the office searching for Aunt Magnolia’s will. Bob staggered across the basement and up the stairs while the Bird flapped and screamed joyously!

Your turn.

 

[Alien J]

As they reached the top of the stairs, they heard Hank run out the front door. Then they heard the sound of a motor turning over and tires squealing. Bobdad slowed. "You know, there's something very strange going on, Bird. Hank has been away from the family for so long. We all wondered if he was even still alive. He had plenty of money to disappear. So why would he be so desperate for Aunt Magnolia's will? Luckily, he won't find it here."

"Play in the sand" said The Bird.

"What?", asked Bobdad. " You want to go to the beach at a time like this? "

"Sand castles", said The Bird. " All knocked down. "

Bobdad looked at The Bird, eyes wide. " Oh, Bird, I had forgotten all about that. Poor cousin Sandra. She was a sensitive soul. She never got over that, did she? Now we're on to something. "

Your turn.