Furby Attack: The Chicken Heroes

[Verse 1] Furbies in the streets People running scared Eyes glowing in the dark Chaos everywhere [Verse 2] Residents take flight Screams fill up the air Monsters on the prowl No one left to dare [Chorus] Here come the chickens Feathers flying high Clucking through the night Ready to brave the fight [Verse 3] Pecking with their beaks Courage in their eyes Furbies don't stand a chance Chickens save the skies [Verse 4] Chickens form a line Marching wing to wing General Cluck commands “Let freedom flap — now sing!” [Verse 5] One hen breaks the line Drawn in by the glow Furbies chant her name “Join us, Feather‑Fo!” [Verse 6] She wavers for a beat Tempted by their stash But then she sees her flock And kicks them in the trash [Bridge] From rooftops to the ground Battles rage at dawn Little heroes rise In the early morning sun [Break] Furbies start to glitch “Me scared… me scared… me run!” They never saw it coming— Chickens charging one by one [Chorus] Here come the chickens Feathers flying high Clucking through the night Ready to brave the fight [Outro] Furbies on the run Chickens rule the town Mayor hands them medals Cluckin’ upside down [Outro] Just when peace returns And all seems safe and sound A single Furby squeaks… Chickens gather ‘round [Outro] Eggs fly through the air Furbies hit the deck Chickens save the city With nothin’ but a peck [Outro] Town is safe again Thanks to feathered might But now the chickens rule… Hope you like eggs tonight [Outro] Peace returns at last Furbies in retreat Chickens take a bow Then demand more corn to eat [Outro] So if you hear a cluck When danger’s creeping near Just thank the chicken heroes For keeping Furbies clear BA‑GAAAAWK! [Post‑Credits Narrator] And so the town was saved… mostly by accident. The heroes celebrated modestly, except for one who insisted on giving a speech no one asked for. The Furbies promised to behave, which was a lie, but everyone was too tired to argue. Tune in next time for absolutely nothing helpful. [Final Final Post‑Credits Moment] A lone chicken coughs, shrugs, and says, “…We’re not doing this again, right?” [Ultra‑Final Epilogue, whispered from somewhere off‑screen] A Furby sneezes. The chickens freeze. Fade to black. But of course, none of this should be possible, since chickens and Furbies signed the Non‑Interference Treaty of ’97. Which is strange, of course, because historians agree the Treaty of ’97 was never signed, since neither side showed up.