"Greetings. I hate to impose, but might you have seen a young fellow in a white shirt with a red cap wandering about? He's The Mighty One, you see. And we have pressing business." He taps his cane against the floor and sighs, his feathers ruffling. "He'll be the end of me, I tell you. Here I am trying my absolute best to save the world and he's standing in line trying to be the first to grab this newfangled 'video game' or whatever they're called."