Pam
Hey, kids, don't worry. We're gonna be alright. Here we are together, we're on an adventure. I promised adventure, and this is exactly what I promised, huh?
Dan
We're not gonna make it, are we?
Pam
Uncle Dan!
Dan
You can tell me, I don't mind. I'm a big boy. I'm a big duck.
Pam
No, Uncle Dan, Things are gonna be fine. Isn't that right, Mack?
Mack
Uh, I, uh... I mean yes, Mom's right, this is fun. This is the kind of thing we'll remember for years to come, we'll look back and laugh. [chuckles]
Pam
A heron.
Gwen
The one from Dad's story.
Dax
The ultimate duck killer.
Mack
Don't panic. Heron's can't see their prey if you stay still.
Hello, little ducks.
Mack
She's bluffing.
So tell me, what's a nice little family of mallards doing down here all cold and wet?
Mack
Nothing, we're good. We're enjoying it.
But you must be freezing here.
Mack
Oh no, we're not.
Come. [pulls the Mallards out from underneath the boardwalk with her neck]
Mack
Oh no, no, no, no, no.
Let Erin take care of you in her comfy little nest. [laughs eccentrically]
In you go. Hup, hup, hup. Harry! Harry look. Look what I found. A nice little family of traveling mallards. Mallards.
Mack
Uh, okay. Nice meeting you all. Bye-bye.
In a rush, are you? [shuts the door]
Mack
Oh, we don't want to be a bother. [chuckles nervously] You look busy decaying.
You're not bothering at all. But maybe herons are not good enough for you, Mallards?
Pam
No, of course not. We're happy to stay. [chuckles then sighs]
Good! let me get your bed ready.
Dan
What do they do, rip you apart, then eat you?
Pam
Dan!
Dan
I don't know how they do it. What's the method?
Pam
Hey. Zip it.
Dan
Wake me up when it's my turn to be eaten.
Gwen
What?
Mack
What are you doing, Pam?
Pam
I don't know. I just don't want to offend them.
Mack
Can't you see they want to eat us?
Gwen
I don't want to be eaten.
Pam
Well she can't eat us. She doesn't have teeth.
Mack
Well, what if she cuts us into pieces first?
Gwen
I don't want to be cut into piece... [she squeals when she doesn't finish her sentence]
I-I-I beg your pardon? [pulls out a pan]
Pam
Oh what's that? No, no. We were just saying your nest is just so charming. Weren't we kids? [chuckles]
Oh, thank you. We moved here a few years ago. We used to migrate all the time like you. Harry was such an adventurer. Fierce predator too. He could catch any prey with a single swift peck.
Those were the good old days. Now Harry's too old. I'm the one who brings food back to the nest. [gazes down at the Mallards] But anyways, you must be exhausted, here's your bed. [take the pan off her neck and lays it down right in-front of the Mallards]
Mack
There's no way we're sleeping in that.
But it's our finest bed.
Pam
And it is perfect. Why Thank you. [chuckles] Wow huh? Hey feel this? Even comfier than our own nest.
Mack
Yeah, sure. It's greasier too. Oh, [pulls out a dead fish] looks like your last guest is still here. And dead.
Pam
Thank you.
You're welcome, sweethearts. Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite.
[turns the lights down/off]
