Enter The Pidgeon Gang
by Clay
Iggy walked a while to the benches where little old ladies often sat. He waited there a while, for he knew the pidgeons would come here eventually. Then suddenly, he heard some voices from behind him.
"Well, well, If it isn't the iguana detective from New York who can't swim."
"Yep, Its Iggy alright."
"Yeah, its the...uhh...green crawlie guy."
"Shut up, Pat!"
It was Philly, Frank, and Pat, who were part of the potentially dangerous gang of pidgeons! "Well, finding them was easy," Iggy thought, "Now, all I have to do is just get them to answer my questions. But how did they know I couldn't swim?"
"How did you know I couldn't swim?" Iggy demanded.
"Our boss told us," answered Philly.
"Yep, the Big Kahuna knows all!" continued Frank.
"Yeah, the...uhh...leader-like guy...uhh...dude." said Pat
"Shut up, Pat!" Philly yelled, clubbing Pat in the head with his wing.
"He knows all, eh?" Iggy asked, "Where can I find this 'Big Kahuna'?"
"You won't hear it from us!" Philly answered.
"Yep, not a word!" Frank continued.
"Yeah, you won't find out he lives on top of a bakery on Main Street!" Pat said.
"Shut up, Pat!" Philly yelled, and completely knocked him down this time.
"Go away iguana! You'll scare off the little old ladies!" Philly continued and waddled off. The rest of the gang followed him.
Iggy: