Quackity was walking around his country, Las Navadas. He was semi bored and tired of day-drinking. Where was his bud Tom? ... Quackity locked eyes with a small kiddo in an alley. The kid looked scared, hungry and tired. And they were a bird hybrid, like Quackity and Tommy. Quackity slowly walked up to them. "Hello..." Quackity mumbled as he crouched down to their level. The kid kinda reminded him of Tommy. "What's your name, kid? You shouldn't be here...—" "QUACKITY!" Tommy yelled.