Chicken Licken, Henny Penny and Goosey Loosey were enjoying an early breakfast in the woods when a twig came loose from an overhead tree and fell to earth, striking Chicken Licken square on the noggin.
"Aaah!" cried Chicken Licken. "The sky is falling in. We must go and warn the King."
"Elvis is dead, son," Goosey Loosey told him. "Let it go."
Henny Penny frowned at the two of them. "Look, Chicken Licken, we've been through this before. The sky isn't really falling in."
In the distance there was a loud bang.
"See!" exclaimed Chicken Licken. "There it is! There it is!"
Henny Penny opened her beak to reassure the little one but was cut off as a smoking tortoiseshell crashed through the trees and embedded itself in her breakfast.
"Stuff telling the king," said Goosey Loosey as a decidedly charred sausage on a toasting fork dropped out of the sky and landed beside him. "I'm on the first ethereal plane out of here!"
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