There's 6 of us and we're fugitives. What did we do you ask? Oh you know the usual being made mostly. The sick quacks that created us realized all too late that they couldn't control what they'd created and tried to clip our wings. I'm talon you they'll never get us back and we'll never let them control us again! They'll never stop pursuing us and will sparrow no expense but what they don't realize is toucan play at that game.