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I've called you here, Tom, because of all these terrible, mysterious plane

crashes. Our best aircraft have been dropping like flies.

Flies? Is it M.A.D. again?

Of course it's M.A.D.

Maladjusted, antisocial, and darn mean.

A simple yes or no would have sufficed, Chief James.

You see, Tom, M.A.D. agents have succeeded in training a flock of birds.

is too much for the plane.

I'll have to make a crash landing.

Over and out.

We know where their nests are located, but our normal-sized agents can't tell

the good birds from the bad birds.

That's why we called on you.

You mean you want me to, uh... Correct.

Infiltrate.

For the indignity of the whole thing.

Being a hero is no gung-ho whoopee, Swingin' Jack.

Hold it swinging, Jack.

Walk like that and you wouldn't even fool a gullible parakeet.

Absurd.

When in birddom, do as the birds.

And don't forget to chirp once in a while.

Uh-huh.

Chirp!

Hey, chirp! Look.

Two, three, four.

Lanchester. A jet plane above.

Have your men bring it down.

Beautiful, beautiful turtle bun.

Attack!

Chuck up another one for M.A.D.

Chirp!

I think we have stumbled upon something here.

Chirp! Swing and jack.

And what do the Yankees give you? Cracked corn and breadcrumbs. Join us

and it's sunflower seeds and suet for life.

You can sell these chirps, starlings, anything.

I just chirp. I can't. Remember, it's for chirps. T-H-U-M

-B.

You are no full-fledged stirrings.

For you brave heroes, sunflower seeds. Enjoy yourselves tonight. Eat, make

merry. You attack tomorrow, 6.35 a.m., the Dawn Patrol.

Chirp, chirp, chirp. No more of those seeds for you, bird.

Remember, fellow, beneath those feathers, you're still a secret chirp

agent. I lost my head, Tom. Chirp.

Leave this one to me, Swingin' Jack.

Hi, baby.

Parlez-vous chirp-chirp?

Luckily, Tom was given a crash course in introvert communication.

Rotten luck. She was the wing commander's wife. She ordered us to mine

her nest while she joins him at the officer's aviary.

Some chirp-chirp.

We got to obey. We don't want to arouse suspicion.

This looks like a job for you, Swingin' Jack.

Sure. I'll never be able to face him back in Washington.

Now I've got to get that message to Chief Jean.

Tom? I see.

635, we'll be ready for him this time.

Feathered heroes, your moment of glory has arrived.

Attack!

the American Eagles.

They're attacking the Stallings.

Hot dog.

The other guys won.

Uh-oh.

Chirp, chirp. You're not fooling anyone, Tom, of T-H-U-M-B. This means you're

deaf.

Just in time, fella.

Chirp, look, I better level with you. I'm not a real bird. I'm...

Tom of T-H-U-M-B.

Relax, Tom.

I'm... Chief G!

You!

Correct. And once more, the forces of freedom and right triumph supreme.

Oh, boss.

I'm so proud of you.

Cut the mush, girl.

Oh, come on, somebody.

Give me a hand.

Oops. Almost forgot swinging jack.

Any more assignments like this, I quit.

And I'm not your daddy.