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The Hoober Owls were loved across Munch Land, thanks to their supreme taxi service and helpful nature. The Rest Roost was a way for Munch Land citizens to give back to their feathery friends. It was a rest spot for all visiting owls, found on Jammy Cloud, the centre of the land. Inside, Hoober Owls could recover from a tiring journey with a feather massage, catch up with friends and even spend the night.

Ellis, Quimby and Mermoz all had gaps in their taxi work one day and found themselves catching up at the Rest Roost over a couple of rounds of Munch Masters. After the eighth round, Quimby flung her cards down on the table. “Want to go for a fly?” she asked, stretching. “I’m getting a bit cooped up in here!”

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“I’m quite hapzy, actually,” said Ellis in that serious way of his. He set his armchair to lounge mode and picked up his magazine. “Pigsly is at karate class and won’t need picking up for another hour, so… It’s recline time!” With that, Ellis disappeared behind the pages of his mag.

“What about you, Mermoz?” she tried, turning to her best friend. “How about a loop-the-loop competition?” she suggested, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Mermoz agreed, knowing how much easier it was than trying to refuse Quimby when she set her mind to something. They strolled to the nearest window and hopped out on the sill. “LATER, ELLIS!” Quimby shouted as she leapt into the sky, wings unfolding. Mermoz quickly followed.

Ten minutes later and the competition had become fierce! Quimby had captured Mermoz’s last set of loops on her trusty camera, but he’d still only managed eleven before giving up. Now’s my chance, she thought eagerly, hovering on the spot in anticipation. “Ready, and… GO!” yelled Mermoz, waving his wing in signal.

Quimby darted forward, picking up speed: 1, 2, 3… she thought breathlessly, as she performed her near-perfect loops in the sky. 4… 5… on she counted, holding her breath as she went upside down. 10… 11… 12! She’d done it! 12 whole loops! She pulled up, looking around for Mermoz. “Did you see me?” she shouted happily. “Oh… I don’t feel so…” Quimby’s vision blurred and she suddenly felt very dizzy. “What…” Quimby’s wings seemed to lose all of their energy and dropped down. Soon, the rest of her followed, and she was hurtling through the sky with no idea which way was up!

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“OH, NOOOOOP!!” she cried, her eyes wide as she saw green trees and green grass looming closer. Thwack, thwack, thwack! She was tumbling through the jungle, hitting this branch and that twig. Before she could react, she’d landed on the mossy floor and all was still. “Oh…” she groaned, raising a wing to rub her sore head. “…Mermoz?” she called nervously, looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings.

“It’s so… green… wait – I know this place!” she realised too late. She could already see the vines rustling ahead. Wild cucumbers began popping up from behind the trees, and their faces weren’t very welcoming. “Visitors to Cuke Cloud must stick to the paths,” said one fierce looking cucumber. “That’s the RULE!” The wild cucumbers weren’t looking any friendlier the closer they crept to Quimby. She knew she had to act fast.

“CHEESE!” she yelled, holding up her camera. The cucumbers looked confused for a split second until the camera’s flash burst in front of them, blinding them for a moment. It was all that Quimby needed! She flapped her wings furiously and flew upwards, ignoring her dizziness as she sought the murky sky of Cuke Cloud. She made it out of the vine jungle, further and further until other clouds came into sight. “Few!” she sighed, holding up her camera again. “Let’s take a quick selfie to remember this narrow escape!” she grinned at the camera and clicked. FLASH! Blinking at the sudden light, Quimby felt a bit wobbly again. “Oh, no,” she murmured, as she felt her wings weaken. But suddenly, another wing was supporting hers and she wasn’t falling – she was flying! “Mermoz!” she cried in relief. “Fammu!”

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Mermoz nodded at her and smiled, focusing on keeping his best friend airborne. “WHAT A RESCUE!” she shouted, feeling better already. “We have to take a photo to mark this owl-mazing moment, Merm!” she cried, lifting up her camera again. Mermoz laughed. “How about we get back to the Rest Roost in one piece first, Quimby?”

Quimby agreed, admitting that she was in the mood for a feather massage. Then she remembered. “I won the competition! I did 12 loops! That means YOU owe me a meal and I get to pick! I think I’m in the mood for winterflake soup.”

Mermoz adjusted his flight path slightly, heading instead for Polar Cloud. “A deal’s a deal,” he admitted, and the best friends flew together, wing in wing, all the way to Marshmallow City, where the freshest soups could be found.

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Pigsly lived on a farm in the human world and he was miserable. The other farm animals made fun of his height and the farmer was mean. One night he finally felt brave enough to try and escape, but the farmer woke up and chased after him! Ellis Owl, flying overhead, saw the squealing piglet stuck in a fence on the outskirts of the farm. He dived down, plucked the Piglet from the fence and flew up into the air. After reaching the safety of a nearby forest, Ellis gently set Pigsly down on the floor. “Thank you, owl,” Pigsly squeaked.

“It’s ooku, teetchy piglet. You’re out of harms way now, chumbo!” Ellis replied. Pigsly looked at him, baffled at his choice of words! “Oh…” Ellis said, laughing at Pigsly‘s reaction. “I’ve just flown down from Munch Land, so I’m in full Munch Speak mode! Sozzu– I mean, sorry!”

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“No problem…” Pigsly said. “But… what’s Munch Land?” He was very inquisitive and full of questions. Ellis let slip more than he usually would, telling the piglet about the land in the sky where all Munch Cats come from, and where even pigs like him had made homes. The sun was rising and the pink sky brightening when the pair finished their chat. “What will you do now you’re free, Pigsly?” Ellis said, smiling.

“I suppose… I’ll go and find a home,” Pigsly replied, lost in thoughts of rainbow bridges and pigs on clouds. Ellis left him in the forest, knowing it would be safe (it was a popular rest area for Hoober Owls).

A week later, Ellis was stopping in the same forest and saw a fellow Hoober Owl, Curtiss, having an argument with none other than Pigsly! Ellis flapped down beside them. “Ellis!” Curtiss said in a serious tone. “This piglet says he knows you. I caught him grabbing onto my tail feathers, trying to hitch a ride!” Curtiss was clearly annoyed. “It’s not the first time it’s happened, either – just last week, Mermoz Owl had the same trouble!”

Ellis felt sympathy for the little pig, who was looking at the ground and trying not to cry. “Sozzu about this, Curtiss. I’ll take care of it, ooku?” Ellis then led Pigsly away from the angry owl and sat him down beneath an oak tree.  

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“Why are you pouncing on my fellow owls then, Pigsly?” Ellis said teasingly, seeking a smile from the pig. Pigsly glanced at him with teary eyes and explained that he was trying to find a home – in Munch Land! He knew the owls could take him up there.

Ellis paused for a moment, thinking. “Hoober Owls… aren’t forced to be taxis, you know. We do it because it’s our passion.” He put his wing around Pigsly. “If you really wanted a ride to Munch Land, all you had to do was be honest and ask.”

Pigsly looked at him, his eyes shining. “Ellis… would you please take me to Munch Land?” Ellis let him clamber onto his back and up they flew! It was Pigsly‘s first Hoober ride, one that took him to the first place in the world that he felt at home. Since that day, Ellis and Pigsly were the very best of friends.

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