Pidgeotto: (sees Cramorant choking) Hey, hey, Scuttle. Would you look at that?
Scuttle: (waking up) Uh, Wha…?
Pidgeotto: Sun’s barely up, and Cramorant’s already had more than he could handle.
Scuttle: Yeah, reckon somebody ought to help the poor guy.
Other birds and Flying-types: (murmurs of agreement)
Scuttle: Oh, don’t everyone fly off at once. (flies off)
Cramorant: (still choking)
Scuttle: (flying in) Alright, Cramorant, what is it you’re choking on this time?
(Cramorant opened his beak, revealing both Eugene and Unikitty hanging on his tongue for dear life)
Scuttle: Oh, jeez! (smacks Cramorant in t