Gunther and Shawnyboy began pacing back and forth across the meeting room, pondering how they could stop the schemes of the devilish chickens. Back and forth they paced, back and forth, back and forth...(pretty intense huh?) Finally, Gunther stopped and began pulling at the tiny hairs atop his sweat-drenched head. He turned to Shawnyboy and sighed, "This is too much for me. I just gotta know what the hell a Thunderchicken is!!" Gunther pressed a button on the small intercom panel on the huge table in the center of the room. A brief moment later, a voice came over the system, "Yeah, Dude?" Gunther sighed and looked at Shawnyboy before calmly commenting on how hard it is to form an administrative staff when you al you have to work with is a bunch of drunken monkeys. He again hit the button and demanded, "Get me Briac on the phone, it's urgent."

Twitchy, the drunken monkey receptionist looked at the switchboard that lay before him and wondered what all the shiny lights were for. He scratched his forehead and began searching for labels that would give a hint or two as to the answers he needed. After a brief, unenlightening search, Twitchy picked up the book that he had been resting his beer on and wiped it off with his lucky handkerchief. Upon finishing the small task, he began to see the pretty symbols on the cover dance around and even form words. Seconds later, the secrets of the world appeared to Twitchy in the form of the words 'Operator's Manual' on the book he held. Twitchy then picked up a pair of cables and put them in a pair of little holes that looked like they might make the cables happy. A voice soon filled his headset, and Twitchy took a sip of his beer, content that he had made a difference in the existence of the cables that lay before him.

Back in the conference room, a husky voice filled the intercom box that lay on the table. The box looked up at Gunther with a blank expression and softly stated, "HI, I'm Candy, What's your favorite treat?" Gunther sighed and made a mental note to have Twitchy reassigned to garbage detail of maybe latrine of even cook or something. Shawnyboy deactivated the intercom and pointed to a red phone near the head of the table. "Try that, you silly drunken monkey you." Gunther walked over to the phone and looked at a small plate on the front of it. "OK, who named the phone Briac? You know I hate that guy." Shawnyboy sighed and took a deep breath to calm himself before he said, "Just pick up the phone, it's for you."

Loud clanging and mechanical roaring filled the huge, empty chamber that housed all the equipment necessary for the Chickens' latest evil scheme. Cranes moved heavy crates from shipment vehicles to the ground while tanks and artillery pieces were lined up on the sides of the bunker. Briac grinned and allowed himself a smile, "Nothing shall stop us this time. Soon the cows of the world shall be gone, and we shall rule supreme over the diet of the world. Once the pesky humans decide that we are the ultimate mealtime meat, then they will start breeding more and more chickens, until we will overflow their farms and countryside. The villages will soon follow, and before long, a suburb with easy access to schools and shopping. (did you get all that?)" Briac's peace was short lived, however, for a sentry soon approached with a message. "Sir, there appears to be a message from headquarters. It's from the big red phone. It's the Monkeys, sir..."