Mister Crackers's Story

"Rawwwwwwwwwwwk."

Miraculously, the doors of Gambits flew open, and what flew inside seemed even more miraculous. How many parrots does it take for a bar to become insanely chatty? Well, in this case it would only take one. With purple tipped red wings, and a blue and yellow underbelly McCracky the parrot was the best chatter around, in this case he was the only chatter around. He saw that the bar was pretty much empty.

Landing gracefully on the counter, he spread his wings for a moment, trying to catch his balance as his claws scraped and slid across the smooth wood. Finally, he managed to grasp some invisible ledge with his claws and settled there.

"Hey, hey hey hey hey hey hey hey." He repeated a word about a million times before bobbing his head up and down. "I'll take a margarita, strawberry, NOT virgin." He croaked, before making a rather interesting sound that obviously wasn't from the human language. "Make sure to put a straw in it."

"HEY, hey mister. Hey mister, hey!" Crackers bellowed into Tycho's ear. He continued to bob his head up and down for a few more seconds, before settling on the counter. His claws all but disappeared behind feathers as he saw his candy pink drink waiting for him. He took a sip and sighed.

"'Yah know, mister. They have a 'lil somethin' called speech therapy classes, you should enroll in a few." Cracky cackled for a moment, shaking his feathers as he shuddered. "Whoo! Margarita induced brain freeze."

"NO, I'm allergic to olives and intoxicated speech impediments!" Crackers flew up, dodging the olive that was in Tycho's hand. "And, I really can't understand you, rawwwk." Cracky cackled once more before settling back down on the counter, behind the margarita glass.

He took another sip of his drink and squawked a bit more before glaring at Tycho and making sure to be ready for any more olives.