Jurassic Kratts

Unexpected Call

After about ten minutes riding down the current, Martin and Chris see their destination: a grove of mangrove trees at the edge of the river, the nesting grounds of the hoatzins. At least a dozen to twenty birds were seen in the branches, cleaning their feathers, or attending their offspring.
After securing their canoe by a convenient tree, the two creature adventurers then climbed another tree to get a closer look. Chris, being the better climber of the two, perched himself on a stout branch above Martin's head, Creaturepod at the ready.
"Hey, Martin. Get a load of this," he whispered, gesturing to a nest which housed a pair of grey chicks, being fed by their mother.
"Those baby hoatzins must be a few weeks old, and Mom is feeding them regurgitated food, usually made up of the leaves she eats."
"P.U!!!" said Martin as he inched a little closer to the nest. "Now I know why hoatzins are sometimes called 'stink birds'. They wreak! And that's just what I'm gonna call him," gesturing to the nearest chick. "Stink Bomb."
Chris couldn't help but chuckle at his older brother's habit of naming creatures. Then he noticed a strange feature on the chicks' wings. "Check out Stink Bomb's wings; each one has two curved claws at the end."
"Kinda reminds me of a miniaturized raptor, or an Archaeopteryx, one of the first birds of the Jurassic period . If I recall, baby hoatzins use their claws as grappling hooks among the branches, so they don't fall in the water."
"And they lose those claws as they get ol—" Chris froze, seeing movement in the undergrowth below. Suddenly a tawny figure with a spotted hide crept out of cover, advancing towards the nest. However, its presence has not gone unnoticed by the Kratts or the adult hoatzins.
"An ocelot!" cried Martin.
Upon seeing the threat, a nearby stink bird warbled an alarm, prompting the rest of the flock to fly at the intruder. The young, meanwhile, take cover among the thick branches. However, the cat could see through their disguise, so ignoring the bombarding adults, he continued his advance, towards Stink Bomb and his sibling!
"Stink Bomb, watch out!" hollered the Kratt in blue.
Sensing that they've been seen, the two hoatzin chicks quickly scrambled out of the nest, plunging into the river before the ocelot could reach them. Upon missing his would be victims, the ocelot retreated back into the thicket, taking his search for breakfast elsewhere.
"Did they make it?" asked Martin in worry. This question was answered when two gray figures plopped out from beneath the surface, swimming back for their arboreal refuge. "They made it!" exclaimed both Kratts in unison, laughing and cheering with glee as Stink Bomb and his sister returned to their nest, with the aid of their primitive claws.
  Martin and Chris were still hooting and hollering when their Creaturepods started  ringing. " Martin, Chris, come in Kratt Bros." It was none other than Koki Bambrick, the technician and computer whizz of the Wild Kratts crew. "What is it, Koki?" asked the Kratt in green and his Creaturepod revealed the technician's hologram. 
  "You boys need to return to the Tortuga. It's urgent." They didn't need to be told twice.
  After taking a short but rather perilous trail across the rainforest, the brothers Kratt made it to the jungle clearing were the Tortuga was parked. Chris was in the lead, and as he raced up the ramp, the Tortuga's doors parted, revealing the beautiful young woman waiting for him. "Aviva! We're back!"
"Chris!" cried Aviva excitedly as she flung herself in the younger Kratt's embrace, before capturing his lips in a short, but sweet kiss. It didn't take Chris long to kiss her in return. 
  At this point, Martin came inside the HQ, smiling at the happy couple. They sure are cute together, he thought, before asking Koki, "So, what's this urgent news?"
  The computer whizz was about to answer when something caught her eye. " Umm.. Martin? You have a fish on your leg.." The Kratt in blue looked down, and indeed it was a red piranha with its lockjaws in a death grip on his shorts. "Oh right, we kinda took the short cut on the way back here." he admitted sheepishly as he went back outside  to take his aquatic passenger to a nearby stream. Needless to say, a girlish scream was  heard from outside, prompting the rest of the crew to burst into laughter.
  As soon as Martin returned, did they turn their attention back to more important matters. "Well," Koki began, "while you two were out creature adventuring, we received a message–" 
"Zach's trying to kidnap baby animals again!" Martin interrupted.
"No."
"Gourmand's capturing river dolphins for his endangered animal delicacy!" added Chris.
"No!"
"They've changed pizza prices agai–" suggested Jimmy Z who had just woke up from his usual nap, but he never finished his statement when an irritated Koki yelled, "NO!!!"
   "Oh" said all the boys before asking, "What is it? What is it? What is it?" Both Aviva and Koki heaved a sigh. Men are stupid..  The inventor took over.
  "What Koki was trying to say was while you boys were absent, we received a message from InGen's CEO."
"John Hammond?" 
  Now, the Wild Kratts team had known John Hammond since they first started their mission to save animals around the globe. The kindly old man was a nature enthusiast at heart, and was one of their biggest supporters, giving them the funds needed to carry out their crusade. But except once or twice, the team were rarely contacted, though they were given his generous donations annually. 
  Before Aviva could say more, the Tortuga's phone started ringing. Koki answered, and an old man wearing white appeared on the computer screen. It was none other than John Hammond, head of InGen.