Oh, yeah
Hey
It's a warbler!
Cardinal!
Crow!
Hey, what's that one?
Oh, it's nice to be out here in the forest
Look at all the birds
Ah, a pigeon!
We used to eat them
Oh, it's a swallow!
Hey, that's nice
Hey look
It's a- wait a minute, what is that?
It's a giant condor!
It's carrying off my little brother!
Well, one less Christmas present this year
Y'know kids, they do say it's better to
Give than to receive
Woah, it's a tufted titmouse!
Oh, and a Baltimore oriole!
Yeah, I can tell 'cause it's orange and black
And it's got a nest like a string bag
Yep
Up there is the catalpa tree
Its long, green leaves
Beans, looks like beans coming off 'em
I love it out here!
It's a nature trail
That's right
Nature trail
Ooh, look, it's a
It's the body of a deer!
It's been- it's been mutilated!
Lotta flies on that- oh, there's
There's another one!
Oh
Wait a minute
Oh my God, it's
It's one of those cattle mutilations
That wasn't a condor, that was a space bird!
'Cause you know, it had silver claws
And it was dripping with blood
It was carrying off entrails or something, I don't know
Ugh, look at these deer, there's gotta be a dozen of em
Ugh, it's a slaughterhouse!
The forest has become a slaughterhouse!
I'm slipping on the blood!
Time to go home, I think
Now most people would call the ranger on their cell phone or something
Not me
I wanna get to the bottom of this
Woah, here's some- here's some tracks!
I thought so
Space bugs!
This is the work of space bugs!
Right here in this little park!
Ah-ha, yeah, space bugs, well
I know how to capture them
I'm just gonna lean down here and grab one of these carcasses
And just drag it along
And make a trail of blood!
Hide behind that catalpa tree over there
And I'll stand back with a
With a big piece of wood, like a stick or something
Wait 'til that bug comes along
And bop him right on the head
Okay
This deer is kinda heavy
Okay
It's in place now
I got my stick!
Shh, shh, those damn warblers!
Get outta here, boys, get outta here!
Hey, I think I hear something
Space bug, here it comes, shh
Gotta be quiet
Here it comes
It's, it's on the, it's on the, on the scent trail there
It's coming
It's coming right around
I can see the shadow
Here it is down here
It smells the blood
It sees the little hoof I left sticking out behind the tree
It's coming
It's coming
I got it!
Oh, Jesus, that wasn't a space bug!
That was my uncle Mortimer!
Uh oh