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As they arrived home from the amusement park, the Blues happily entered the house as Jim still carries his dinosaur, Jake and Jim carry some candy, and Red carried all of the prizes that they've won.

"Okay, boys, go to your room and play. I'll prepare some dinner." Red bent down to give the prizes to the three hatchlings. As the Blues went upstairs, Red was about to go to the kitchen, but he heard a knock coming from the door. Red opened the door, revealing Peckinpah standing and glaring at him. Oh hey, you honor, how's it going?" Red greeted.

Peckinpah was not so happy today. He was so worried about fate of the Bird Island, and was concerned that Red can't help. "We have 12 days until the pigs arrive for war. We can't afford any distractions!"

Red thought Peckinpah might be right. He was too busy having fun with the Blues, but preparing for the battle with the pigs is important to protect his kind and the eggs from those green pigs.

"Gather all of the birds that can help!" Red commanded. "We need to double check the slingshot, and practice our target!""

Peckinpah nodded as he rushed out to find some birds all over the village that can help, while closes the door, and goes to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Unbeknownst to him, the Blues heard the whole scene, and wonders if they can have fun while Red can work.

At the beach, the birds carried the giant slingshot that was so heavy. Red and Peckinpah think of where the slingshot would be placed. Then, Red noticed the Blues playing a miniature-size slingshot with small-sized birds and pigs that look like small-sized balls. This gives Red an idea. He commanded the birds to place the slingshot just a few inches away from the shore, which makes this a perfect distance to fire the birds.

Meanwhile, when they still have time, the Blues practice singing their song for the recital as Chuck and Bomb watched them and sing with them.

Back at the beach, the birds start to practice. One by one, they fired themselves to the ocean, and swam back to practice again. While the blues are playing camping, they roast some marshmallows on a campfire. Red took some marshmallows, and gave a half to Peckinpah, but the judge just threw them away, being annoyed by Red's distraction.

At his home, Red marks his calendar, then he noticed that next Saturday is the day the battle and the Blues' recital, which makes him sigh, and then, he turned around, seeing the Blues' eyes bigger, means of hungry.

He cooked shape worm cakes for them. Jay's worm cake shapes like an egg. Jim's worm cake shapes like a dinosaur, and Jake's worm cake shapes like bird hitting a pig.

At the beach, Peckinpah, helped Terence practicing his target, and he needs Red's help, but when the judge turned around, he saw Red was no longer there, and Peckinpah accidentally launched away with Terence.

Red was playing worm cakes to impress the three hatchlings, until he saw an angry Peckinpah, and he accidentally flipped the worm cake on air, and hit Peckinpah's face.

At night, the Blues played on their nest beds. Then, Red picked Jim up, and put him on his bed.

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"Hey, did you brush your teeth?" Red asked Jim. "Let me smell." Jim exhaled as Red smelled his breathe stinks. "You did not!"

Just then, Jake jumped on him, and pinned Red on the floor. Red grabbed Jake upside down, and put him on his nest. "Okay, seriously! Seriously! This is bed time, right now. I'm not kidding around. I mean it!"

"But we're not tired!" Jake said as he jumped up and down on his nest.

"Well, I am tired." Red said as he was about to walk to the door.

"Will you read us a bedtime story?" Jim took out his book.

Red pauses for a while, and said, "No."

"Please."

"I don't think so. So, go to sleep."

"But we can't. We're all hyper!" Jake exclaimed.

"And without a bedtime story, we'll just keep getting up and bugging you. All night long." Jay smirked at Red.

Red thinks that Jay has a point. He has no choice but to read them a story. He groaned in frustration. "Fine." He took that book from Jim, as the three blue hatchling gather around to listen to Red. "All right, all right. 'Sleepy Hatchlings' Sleepy Hatchlings?" Then, he noticed three objects behind the book cover. "What are these?"

"Puppets." Jim answered. "You use them when you tell the story."

Red inserted his fingers in the whole of the three hatchling puppets. "Okay, let's get this over with." He started to read. "'Three little hatchlings loved to play, they had fun in the sun all day. Then their mother came out and said, 'Time for hatchlings to go to bed.'" Then, he turned to the Blues. "Wow! You actually like this?"

"Keep reading!" Jake yelled.

"All right, all right, all right." Red turned to the next page "'Three little hatchlings started to bawl, "Mommy, we're not tired at all." Their mother replied, with a voice like leather, "'Fine, but at least you should brush you feathers."'"

"Now you brush the feathers." Jay whispered as Red took a small brush, then brushed one of the puppet hatchlings' feathers. Red still thinks it was boring. "This is literature? A newly-hatched hatchling could have written this. Then, he turned to the next page. "'Three little hatchlings with feathers all brushed said, "We can't sleep, we feel too rushed!" Their mother smiled and said like she was in need, "Fine, but at least you should eat your seeds.""'

"Now make them eat the seeds." Jim instructed him as Red bowed the puppets on the picture of a bowl of seeds like they were eating.

"I don't like this book. This is going on forever." Red sighed in boredom, the continue reading. "'Three little hatchlings, with seeds all gone, rubbed their eyes and started to yawn.

The Blues yawned, and so was Red. "'"We can't sleep, we can't even try." Then their mother sang a lullaby. "Good night hatchlings, close your eyes. Sleep in peace until you rise. Though while you sleep, we are apart, your mommy loves you with all her heart."'" Red was so touch about the story, then he snapped out of it. "The end. Okay, good night."

Red goes to the door, until Jim called him. "Wait! What about good night kisses?"

"No, no. There will be no kissing or hugging or kissing." Red closes the door, and went downstairs.

Jay hopped on his nest, feeling disappointed. "He is not gonna kiss us good night, Jim."

"I like him. He's nice." Jim smiled before he and his brother went to sleep.

As Red went to living room, he saw the toys lying on the floor. He picked them up, until he heard a door knock. He wondered who that could be in the middle of the night. While carrying the toys, he opened the door, seeing Peckinpah standing in front of him.

"Only 48 hours till the launch, and all bird and weapons are ready." The judge reported.

"About that, I was thinking that maybe we could move the date of the war." Red smiled sheepishly.

"Please tell me this is not as a result of those boys' recital, is it?"

"No, no, no! The recital? Don't... That's stupid! I just think it's kind of weird to do it on the next two days. I was thinking, maybe the battle will move in the next four days, right? Make a letter to the king fat-beard to have a reschedule."

"Mr. Red, our whole neighborhood, and the eggs are in danger. Ever since, the pigs arrived, you are the only one who was suspicious about those pigs, and you lead us stop of what they were doing to us and the egg! But these kids are becoming a major distraction! They need to go. If you don't do something about it, then I will."

"I understand." Red sighed.

"Good. So, goodnight." Peckinpah said before he walked at the streets, and Red closes the door, feeling worried. He doesn't know who he will choose; his fellow birds and the eggs or the blues.