Pierre: Hey, what’s that sound?

Pierre: Mouses! That bird is nearly as tall as the head peep!

Pierre: I don’t think he likes when I do that.

Pierre: Newton! Come quick! You’ll never believe what’s out here!

Newton: What’s the big deal? Oh my COD! Look at that thing. Could someone please open the blinds so we can get a better view?

Pierre: I’m not so sure about this. If we can see him, he can see us, right?

Pierre: I just thought of something. If chickens taste like chicken, would a bigger bird taste even more like chicken?

Newton: We should find out!

Pierre: How are we going to do that?

Newton: The window latch is up here. I’ve seen the head peep use it to open the windows before.

Pierre: I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.

Newton: Sure it is! But this one is stuck. Hang on.

Newton: Maybe if I get up on top of the cat tree, I can get a better grip on the latch. This is no good. I need thumbs.

Pierre: Keep working on it! I’ll keep him occupied.

Pierre: Really, bird, you can stop with the flapping thing. I’m not impressed.

Ashton: What’s all the fuss about out here? You would have thought that the treat fairy — whoa! What’s that?

Ashton: Can it come inside to play?

Pierre: Newton already tried that. It won’t open for us.

* tap tap tap *

Ashton: Did you hear that?

Pierre: I don’t think the head peep is going to like him knocking on the window like that.

* tap tap tap *

Ashton: The head peep has the squirt gun. RUN!

Pierre: She isn’t going to squirt us. I think she’s just going outside to chase away our new friend.

The head peep did go outside to chase away our friend, armed only with a squirt gun. It worked, but she forgot to take a house key outside with her. You guessed it: the head peep locked herself out of the house with nothing but her squirt gun and her phone. At least she had the phone so that she could take one last photo of our friend before she chased him away.