Migration

[Universal theme playing on kazoo, ukulele]

Whew.

Ooh la la. Illumination.

- And now for a bedtime story. - Huh?

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful pond.

It was paradise.

- - Everyone was happy there.

Well, not everyone,

for two ducklings were suffering from a strange condition.

They were bored.

- -

And they were eager to discover what lay beyond their cozy, little pond.

"Come on. Let's have a look."

"But Daddy says it's dangerous to leave the pond."

"We're brave and strong. We ain't scared of nothing."

So they decided to go for it.

Straight into the arms of...

predators.

- -

- They were surrounded. Trapped. -

But the ducklings were not afraid.

The tiny heroes attacked the predator, and...

they died.

The end.

Uh, that's all? They're dead?

Oh, yeah. No survivors.

But how?

Oh, you want details? Okay.

- So first, the heron cut them in half-- -

Wait a second here.

Your father got the story wrong.

Again.

What really happened was,

- the heron saw that they were lost... -

...so she offered to help them.

Pam, it's a heron!

A psycho killer designed to eat ducklings.

- All right, fine. -

The heron was about to eat them,

but their parents arrived just in time and saved them.

Oh. No, no, no, nope.

The parents arrived, but it was too late.

Oh, Dax. Don't worry. It's going to be okay.

"Really, Dad?"

Yeah, sure.

Squished ducks, they can achieve great things too.

As long as they stay in the pond, far from the dangers of the world,

such as herons and bears and wolves

and storms and cyclones and tornadoes

and crocodiles and poisonous mushrooms...

- Okay. I really need to get to bed now. - ...and flu and duck flu,

- and saber-toothed tigers... - What happened to the other duckling?

- Was she squished too? - ...and volcanoes...

Oh. No, no, no. Don't worry, Gwen.

The ducklings were both safe.

They just went on their way right back to the pond.

But another predator came in and--

And wished them good day. The end.

- - That's it.

Okay.

Good night, Mom.

Good night, Dad.

Good night.

Good night, sweetie.

- Hmm! - What?

Every time you tell a story, Gwen wets her twig bed.

Does she? That's great. See?

That means she's learning, Pam.

Oh, learning what? That she should never leave the pond?

Exactly.

Trust me, I'm teaching her very valuable fears.

I should know. I've lived with them my entire life.

So have we all.

Good night, honey.

Good night, sweetheart.

Ready, set, go!

Come on, Gwenny. Come on. Let's go. Let's go.

Beat Daddy. Beat Daddy. Go, go, go, go!

Oh, yay!

- Aw, I lost. -

Whoo! Yes!

- -

- Hey. - Hmm?

- Hello! -

No!

Ha!

- - Yay!

- Mine! - You're the worst.

- That's mine! - Got a thousand of 'em!

- Thanks, Dad. - Whoa.

- Whoa! -

Okay, guys. Remember to pick the fresh leaves.

Okay, Dad.

Is this one good, Dad?

Perfect. Keep looking for more.

Guys! Guys, you have to see something.

It's incredible. Come on, come on.

Everybody, come. Come on.

Whoo!

- Oh, look. Whoa. I told you. - Yeah.

- Isn't it beautiful? - This is awesome.

Have you ever seen ducks like that?

Look at that.

- They must be migrating. -

- - Whoa.

They seem so mysterious and exotic.

I wonder where they flew in from.

Maybe we should go say hi.

Should we? No. Oh, look at these feathers.

- No, I wanna know. Let's go ask 'em. -

Mack, come on.

Yeah, no, I'm good.

Come on. We never meet anyone new.

Okay, fine.

All right, kids, let's go meet Mom's new friends.

Kids?

Kids? Kids?

Pretty good progress, huh?

- Yeah. Gotta love a tailwind. - Yeah.

- Hello! - Oh. Ah. Hello.

- Welcome to the pond. - Thank you.

- Hey there. - Oh, hi.

Nice feathers.

- We shouldn't be here, Dax. - Shh.

Dad is gonna be mad.

Go back to the parents, Gwen.

- Hey there. -

- Dax, come on. - What are you doing?

- I don't wanna be psycho killed. - Let me go, you little feathery wart.

Oh!

Okay, I'm a feathery wart? You don't even know me.

No, no, no.

She's a feathery wart.

You're a very nice wart. I-- I mean, wart duck. I mean--

I'm kidding.

Oh. Right.

- -

Hi. I'm Kim.

Hi. I'm Dax.

Welcome to Moosehead Pond.

Welcome to na-na-na.

You and your flock can stay here as long as you like.

- I could show you around. - Huh?

- I mean, this is pretty much it. But... -

Mmm. Thanks.

But we're just passing by on our way down south.

We're gonna spend the winter there. Where are you guys going?

We spend winter here to avoid psycho killers like your ki--

- - Sorry. Wart.

Wait.

So you don't go anywhere for the winter?

Uh, nope.

You should totally come with us.

- What? Really? -

Yes. Your flock could totally join ours.

Oh, my gosh, this'll be so cool.

You will love migrating. The sun, the sand.

Wait. Do you like tropical food? What's your take on bananas?

- Oh. I don't-- - Ah, you're gonna love 'em.

You hold this. I'll go ask my dad.

Dad! Dad!

What just happened?

I don't know, but you're in trouble.

Dax! Gwen!

Are you crazy? You can't just take off like that.

- He made me do it. - What?

- And he talked to a girl. - A girl?

- Gwen! - Yeah.

And he told her... ...he wants to marry her.

What?

I didn't say that.

- You said it with your eyes. -

Dad, he's hitting me!

Hey, hey, hey! Enough!

Sibling cruelty!

Enough.

Okay. Hello. Hi. Hi. Big hellos.

And we're good. Let's go.

- Mack! - What? I said hi.

I smiled. I made eye contact. I checked all the boxes.

Hey there. I hear you wanna join our migration.

Sorry?

Oh. We're going back to Jamaica. Have you ever been?

No.

Oh, it's just magical.

I swear, there's even a luminous lagoon where the water glows.

Oh, wow. Oh, I really wanna see that.

Well, then it is settled.

Your whole flock can join us. This is gonna be great.

Oh, gosh. That's-- That's just so nice of you.

Wait, wait, wait.

I think there's a slight misunderstanding here.

Unfortunately, we're just slammed this winter.

Aren't we, Pam? 'Cause we've got the thing.

And then the-the-the-- We've got the thing after that.