The gang had decided, for reasons no one could quite explain, to get electric bikes. Tealy was convinced that it would be the perfect way to have some fun and maybe even become cool, though none of them were exactly sure what "cool" meant anymore.
Tealy, being the first to try, was filled with nervous energy. “Alright, here we go. This is going to be great,” he muttered to himself, eyes narrowed with concentration as he hopped onto his bike.
He started off shaky, wobbling like a toddler learning to walk. “This isn’t so bad,” he said through gritted beak. He pushed the throttle slightly, feeling the bike surge forward. He began to pick up speed, his feathers fluttering in the breeze.
“See? Easy,” Tealy said, gaining confidence. He sped up, going a little faster, faster, and—CRASH!
In an instant, Tealy went hurtling straight into a tree. With an explosion of branches and leaves, the tree split right down the middle, collapsing onto Tealy. He lay there for a moment, stunned, looking up at the mess he’d just caused. “Well, I guess I didn’t exactly master it yet,” Tealy grumbled, rubbing his head as he extricated himself from the wreckage.
The gang stared at him for a second. “...Alright, your turn, DumbDird,” Blara said, almost sympathetically.
DumbDird, grinning like an excited puppy, eagerly hopped onto his bike. “This is gonna be epic!” he shouted, pressing the throttle without even thinking.
“DumbDird, you have to adjust the speed first,” Tealy called, still recovering from his tree incident.
But it was too late. DumbDird had already put it on Ultra-Mega-Low speed. The bike barely moved, inching forward at a snail’s pace. “Uh… come on, bike, go!” DumbDird groaned, kicking at the pedals like that would help.
Tealy rushed over to help, flapping his wings. “I got this, I got this!” he shouted, but in his panic, he accidentally pressed the wrong button.
The bike shot forward with terrifying force, zooming into the distance, its wheels screeching in protest. DumbDird’s face went from confused to terrified as the speed surged. “AHHHH!” he screamed as he rocketed forward, flying off the path and straight into a fence. SMASH.
Tealy froze, wide-eyed. “…Well, I didn’t mean to do that.” He shrugged, nonchalantly turning back to the rest of the group.
Bayla, taking it all in, sighed. “Alright, my turn.”
Bayla’s approach was much more cautious. She started slowly, riding at a steady pace, and everything was going perfectly—until DumbDird shot out of nowhere, still recovering from his crash, and plowed right into Bayla.
With a tremendous CRASH, both Bayla and DumbDird were sent flying, and Bayla’s bike broke apart from the impact. DumbDird landed in a field somewhere off in the distance, yelling in delight as he tumbled. Bayla, now on the ground, looked at the wreckage of her bike. “Well, that was unexpected.”
Next, it was Beric’s turn. He wasn’t worried. After all, Beric was a tech genius, right? He had this in the bag.
Or not. He decided to multitask, riding while casually playing his Game Boy. He was so focused on the screen that he didn’t even notice that he’d veered onto the road.
“Uhh, Beric?” Tealy called out, eyes widening as Beric casually zipped away, eyes glued to the screen. “That’s a busy road…”
Beric didn’t answer. He was too busy trying to beat the high score on Tetris. Behind him, Tealy just muttered to himself, watching in stunned silence as Beric disappeared into the distance, oblivious to the world around him.
“Well, okay then.”
Blara, determined to make the best of this bizarre situation, tried something even more ambitious. She grabbed four bags of chips, managing to balance them precariously in her lap as she revved the bike to high speed. “I’ll eat these and ride. It’ll be fine!”
Spoiler alert: it wasn’t fine.
Blara was riding in a perfectly straight line when, of course, the inevitable happened. She lost control of the bike, dropping all four bags of chips in the process. The bike made a sudden jerk to the side and, somehow, decided it was going to take a strange U-turn all on its own.
Before anyone could blink, Blara was flying off the bike in one direction while the bike, inexplicably, zoomed away in the opposite direction—right after DumbDird’s crash site. “What the—?!” Blara shouted as she hit the ground, her face in the dirt.
Meanwhile, Dird, who had been silent through most of the chaos, was performing incredibly well on his bike. He rode smoothly, turning and weaving with precision. He even gave a confident nod, as if to say, “See? This is how it’s done.”
Tealy watched him with a mix of awe and jealousy. “How is he doing that?”
DumbDird’s cousins, SuperDumbDird and UltraDumbDird, were having… well, let’s just say they were having their own brand of fun. SuperDumbDird somehow managed to flip off his bike on his first turn and go flying into a shrub. UltraDumbDird, on the other hand, had set his speed to the highest setting, only to immediately lose control and start spinning wildly in circles, crashing into everything in sight.
By the time the dust settled, the park was a complete disaster zone, with broken bikes, scattered chips, and a growing collection of injured friends. Everyone stood in silence for a moment, contemplating their poor life choices.
Tealy, rubbing his wings, looked around and sighed. “Next time… maybe we’ll just, like, go bowling or something.”
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