It was early in the morning and the three friends were fast asleep upstairs on Monkeyman’s floor. Downstairs in the garage, the mummy hen started to cluck cluck noisily. It wasn’t long before everyone was wiping the sleep from their eyes.
“What time is it?” yawned Squinkle.
“Time to get up,” sighed Monkeyman. “We’ve got work to do.”
Stumbling downstairs and pulling a pink cardigan on, Monkeyman started to pour fresh birdseed into a little tray and feed it to the fluffy chicken and the mummy hen.