Enjoy the new book.
Thanks, Linda.
Bye, now. Yes, Mom, I'd to visit. But who would take care of Blu? Mom, they don't have kennel's for parrots. Here's your hot chocolate, Blu.
Just how you like it. Plus, I don't trust leaving Blu with just anyone. No, I don't have a bird-sitter...
Ah. This is the life. [sniffs] The perfect marshmallow-to-cocoa ratio. [counting the marshmallows] One, two, three, four, five... [another marshmallow floats to the surface] six. Mmm. [takes a sip of his cocoa]
Well, well, if it isn't my favorite nerd bird.
Very... very funny. Real mature.
Hey, pet! Where you migrating to this year, huh? The breakfast nook?
Throw all the snowballs you want. I'm protected by this magical force field called glass. It's what keeps us so toasty and warm in here while you guys are out there freezing your...
La, la, la, la, la! [laughing]
Classy.
Arara! Arara! Arara! Ara... [yelling] [groaning]
Are you all right?
I'm not really built for this weather.
Oh. Are you looking for some books?
Books? No. [chuckling] No. I have come 6,000 miles looking for him.
Doctor of ornithology?
Ooh. He's magnificent. [imitates birdcalls]
Linda, little help here. Linda?
Wow. You're actually communicating.
Yes. Yes. I introduced myself and shook my tail feathers counter-clockwise, thus deffering to his dominance.
I did not get that at all.
So, Dr. Monteiro, you...
Oh, no "Doctor," please. Just call me Tulio. You know, your macaw is a very special bird. In fact, as far as we know, Blu is the last male of his kind.
Really?
Yes. And recently, we found a female, and our hope is to bring the two of them together to save their species.
Oh. Well, yeah, sure. When can she come over?
Oh, no, no, no. She is in Brazil. Blu must come to Rio de Janeiro.
Rio? Brazil?
Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. I never let Blu out of my sight. He needs me.
Oh, no. You... you misunderstood. It's all arranged. You will be with him every stop of the way. And I will be with you.
Um, look, I know you're doing your job, but I can't... Well, Blu is very particular, and we have our little routine here, and we're not big on travel. Heck, he doesn't fly.
But, of course he can fly. [takes Blu and inspects him] He's a perfect specimen.
Uh, what are you doing?
Don't worry. Their natural instincts always take over.
Wait! Wait, wait! No! No!
Well, almost always.
Blu!
What kind of doctor are you?
Are you okay?
Perhaps he's too domesticated.
It was very nice of you to stop in and squawk around and throw my bird, but now it's time for you to go.
Well, I... I'm very sorry. I... I'm very sorry, but... wait, wait. Linda. Linda. [Linda walks him out of the shop] This could be our last chance.
Have a safe flight. [sighs]
Linda, please, listen to me. If we don't do this, his whole species will be gone. [He throws his business card through the door post flap] Just think about it.

