Briac sighed and looked at the young chicken that was paralyzed with awe upon seeing the regal, yet devilish lord of the chickens. Briac smiled as he watched the pointless extra in our story quiver with nervousness. Briac took a deep breath and said, "Give me the phone," in his best Darth Vader type voice. The chicken bowed and offered a cordless phone to his master before turning and slipping away into the shadows, into the oblivion that all extras spend their lives in, waiting for a cameo in their own personal Thunderchicken Sagas. Briac put the phone to his ear and bellowed, "You may speak now."

Gunther smiled and turned to Shawnyboy, "He said I get to talk now...cool!!" As Shawnyboy slapped his forehead and sighed, Gunther punched a button on the intercom, patching the big red phone up to the speaker on the table and freeing his hands for the consumption of more cookies and beer. He slowly replaced the receiver of the red phone on its hook before picking up a glass and addressing the intercom box. "It has come to my attention that you seem to have this thing, this Thunderchicken as you call it, that is to rid the world of its cattle. Before I make any attempts to destroy said Thunderchicken, which as you know is going to happen because without that, this story is going to be pretty lame...I wish to know A: What exactly is a Thunderchicken? And 2: What do the Mounties have to do with the world's cattle?"

Briac allowed himself a devilish grin before responding to the questions uttered by the intoxicated simian. He took a deep breath and began to explain, "Thunderchicken is not a what exactly, it is a plan, a way of life for all the chickens everywhere. Thunderchicken is the blueprint for not only the end of the world's cows, but for a New World Order, in which chickens rule supreme. Allow me to extrapolate. First of all, we use a poison gas to render the legs of the cows useless. They shall begin to slip and slide and gyrate in such strange ways, that the humans will think that their precious cows are bringing back disco dancing. The humans will believe that since disco is so evil, then the cows must be mad, and therefore must be destroyed. This 'Mad Cow Disease' as it were, shall remove the pesky cows that have been a thorn in my side for too long, and then Thunderchicken can proceed, bringing my people into power over all the world...and Beverly Hills."

Gunther pondered this point for a brief period of time. Should this Thunderchicken become a reality, then the cows would be eliminated, the chickens would rule supreme, and the Mounties would...Hm, he never mentioned what this had to do with them. Gunther scratched his head and thought with all his might before asking the question that had been troubling the entire Drunken Monkey Regiment, "So it is purple, right?"

Briac sighed and shook his head, "You don't understand, Thunderchicken is not really a thing, it is an ideal, a way of life. It can't really be purple or not purple." Gunther was very puzzled with this response. It answered the question, and yet left so many things unanswered. It clarified, and yet created more confusion. This was going to require some major thought...and at least three more beers. Gunther looked into his mug and smiled at the golden brew that seemed to smile back at him. Ahhhh beer, the true secret to life. Gunther then took a swig and again gathered his thoughts for another round with Briac. He calmed himself and then spoke in his most intellectual voice, "So it isn't purple then?" Briac sighed again and spoke in a painfully slow and condescending manner, "No, you see, Thunderchicken is not a tangible thing, you can't see it, so it can't be purple. You can't paint it, dye it, or color it in any way. It is an idea, do you know what that means?" Gunther nodded and smiled, "I had a thought just two episodes ago. It was pretty damn neat. One final question: What do the Mounties have to do with any of this?"

Briac had to ponder long and hard to counter this question. If he were to reveal the part of the Canadian Mounties in all this, then he would be setting himself up for utter failure, not to mention setting the author up for some major plot holes. He decided however, that as a drunken monkey, Gunther showed no threat to him or his chicken underlings. Briac was confident that Thunderchicken would proceed without any interference, so he grinned as he said..."Not much really, but we need a starting point and the Mounties look like such sissies, I decided that they were the way to go."

Gunther tapped a button on the intercom and rudely ended the discussion with the Lord of all Chickens. He turned to Shawnyboy and said, "He says it isn't purple." The master of squirrels sighed and pulled a five-dollar bill from his wallet. Before relinquishing his hard-earned cash, he said, "Fine, you win, but remember, it's coming out of my funding, so if the Black Magic Muskrats fail miserably, then it's your head." Gunther cackled and gulped down the rest of his beer before assuring Shawnyboy, "Whatever the hell a Thunderchicken is, we are going to stop it, with a little help from some friends."