You are Mumble as you have been hatched from your egg, and you are about to meet your parents, Norma Jean and Memphis. You have a habit of pecking Norma Jean and Memphis underneath their brood pouches with your beak as you like to hit underneath their brood pouches with your beak. You always have a habit of hitting and pecking Norma Jean and Memphis underneath their pouches with your beak.

Norma Jean: Come to Mommy.

Memphis: (hesitant) Wait, no, Mumble...

(Mumble happily speed-walks while tapping towards her.)

Baby Mumble: (giggling) Mama, Mama...

Norma Jean: Hey, w-what's wrong with his feet?

Memphis: Oh, that's just a lil' thing he's got goin'. He'll grow out of it.

Norma Jean: Hey, c'mon over here. Get under here. Get warm.

(Mumble starts tapping his feet and gets ready to rush beneath his mom.)

Memphis: Watch the beak, the beak - Beak!

(She gets hit...There. Mumble readjusts himself under her.)

Norma Jean: (in pain) The beak. Okay, good boy.