NARRATOR:
For as long as Peep and Quack
have known Chirp,

she's been trying to fly...

( Chirp grunts )

without success.

PEEP:
Maybe you should rest.

You've already tried...
( muttering )

27 times.

( Quack gasps )
( Chirp yells, grunts )

QUACK:
Twenty-eight.

Ow.

QUACK:
Huh... your bottom's
getting flat.

I think you should try
something else.

CHIRP:
Like what?

Like swimming.

Yeah, it's time
you learned how to swim.

It's like flying in water.

( sighs )

Maybe you're right.

QUACK:
All right...
lesson one:

Getting
into the water.

Now pay attention.

This is very scientific.

( inhales deeply )

( screams )

I'm wet! I'm wet!

( yelling )

( cries out )

Okay, you were saying?

Lesson two: Moving in water.

Watch closely!

The feet must move without you
even thinking;

the mind-- a total blank.

( both cry out )

CHIRP:
I'm very wet!

I'm very, very wet!

Ugh, I'm wet.

I'll only learn to swim

if I can do it without
getting wet.

QUACK:
That's impossible!

CHIRP:
Then forget it.

There's nothing I hate more
than getting wet.

Whoa!

( gasps )

( cries out )

Wet! Wet!

Oh, wet! Wet!

I hate water!

Yeah, I do!

I'm wet!

( chirping )

( Chirp sighs )

I'll never know what
fresh cherries taste like

if I can't fly up there
and get some.

PEEP:
Hmm, maybe you should look
at how other birds fly

and then try to do
the same thing.

CHIRP:
I never
thought of that!

Thanks, Peep.

NARRATOR:
So Chirp set out to discover
how other birds fly.

Quack thought she should start
with seagulls,

because they
make flying look easy.

( seagulls calling )

QUACK:
See, you're always flapping,
but look at that.

QUACK:
No flapping.

See what I mean?

CHIRP:
Oh!

Whoa, whoa!

( groans )

( spitting )

( sighs )

At least I'm not wet.

( Peep gasps )

Chirp, look out!

( screams )

( panting )

Okay, try again.

I think you were flapping,
uh... I think you were flapping

too much, kind of over-flapping,
yeah.

PEEP:
Think "floaty."

CHIRP:
I'm floaty.

I'm floaty.

I'm floaty.

I'm floaty, I'm...

( grunts )

( groans )

( spitting )

Can we look
at a different bird?

NARRATOR:
Next they studied a hummingbird.

QUACK:
See, look at
those wings go.

I-I-I don't think
you're flapping enough, no.

Lack of flapping, yeah.

CHIRP:
Hmm...

( humming )

BOTH:
Hmm?

( straining )

PEEP:
You're not humming.

( Chirp humming and straining )

I think my feet
are off the ground!

( moaning )

( sighs )

PEEP:
Uh, let's try
something else.

NARRATOR:
Peep took them to look
at a butterfly.

QUACK:
You have to get them, uh,
back till they touch.

( grunting )

Hmm?

QUACK:
Yeah, come on, come on.

Closer in front...
closer behind.

That's it, that's it.

CHIRP:
I am not a butterfly.

QUACK:
See, just make your wings
like a shell and, um...

CHIRP:
No.

NARRATOR:
On their way home,

Peep, Chirp and Quack
ran into the raccoon,

who quickly explained
why Chirp was having trouble.

RACCOON:
Look, there's more to flying
than flapping your wings.

RACCOON:
See?

We call that
"forward propulsion."

CHIRP:
Pro-what?

( yells )

RACCOON:
You just need someone
to throw you.

CHIRP:
No-- that thing doesn't fly,

it just glides and...

( screaming )

( grunting )

RACCOON:
Ah, you're too round.

You need to act
more... pointy.

CHIRP:
That's it!

No more!

I'm a little red robin.

I'm not a seagull
or a hummingbird

or a butterfly
or a bug

or a piece of paper.

CHIRP:
How do they do it?

What do grown-up birds
have that I haven't got?

( gasps )

A full-grown feather!

Hey!

My hat!

( Peep gasps )

PEEP:
Feathery!

Think feathery!

CHIRP:
Did you see that?

You almost flew.

And I landed on my feet!

You can land!

That's part of flying--
it's the end part.

CHIRP:
Someday I'll be able
to do it.

Then I'll get to taste
a really fresh cherry.

Mm-hmm.

Oof!

Hmm?

A cherry!

PEEP:
Quack-- hold it
right there!

Don't move.

Uh...

You did it!

PEEP:
You flew up and
picked the cherry!

CHIRP:
I picked it!

I picked a cherry!

( squeals with delight )

Um, are you going to eat that?

( Chirp giggling )

Shouldn't we share?

I mean, you know, I did catch it

and I don't really
want to wait

until your
feathers grow in.

I mean, good golly, that could
take a long time.

Well, you know, I mean,
who am I to say?

I mean, it's your cherry, right?

But I am your friend--

your very,
very best friend.