AN: This is the last and longest chapter. Prepare yourself for a bumpy ride.

"Those pigs are coming to take our eggs." Jude Peckinpah said with a sigh. "Red, those pigs are more advanced than us. They have weapons and machines we can only dream of."

"What does this have to do with us?"

"We need your help."

"My help? With what?" Nothing good I bet.

"We believe you can… scare them off."

Red rolled his eyes. "Of course. Use my looks to scare them off." Hmm… This could work… How? I just need a little help. "I will help but I need my friends too."

"What are you playing at Red?"

"I'm saving your ass."

Chuck and the other mutants, plus Stella, were still coming up with a plan.

"Hal if you hit those guards-"

"I will never hit them. The slingshot is too far from them. I will just boomerang back."

"Then how will we take out those guards? Everyone else has a job." Stella pointed out.

"We will have to change our whole plan and move the slingshot." Chuck frowned. "Why is planning so hard?!"

"Because you don't have me."

They all turned around to see Red standing in the doorway with Judge Peckinpah behind him.

"Red!" Chuck got up and ran over to give him a hug. "I thought I lost you." He hugged him happily.

Red hugged back. "I'm fine but I need your help. Pigs are coming to take our eggs."

"What is a pig?" Chuck asked pulling away.

"Some green thing. They sent weird letters. I will explain on the way."

"Where are we going?"

"We need to evacuate the village. We have a plan." Red was, of course, talking about him and C.

The voyage to this island of 'great fortune' seemed to take forever. The pigs were getting restless. Will they ever find what they sought for? Was their king a whack job and a liar?

Their King stood at the front of their boat looking through a telescope in search of the island. Maybe he misinterpreted how far away the island was. He swore it was a mile away from Piggy Island.

"Are we still going North?" He asked his right hand pig, Ross.

Ross looked down at his compass. "Yes, sir, we are."

"Then where is that dang island?!" The King yelled.

"Is that small dot on the horizon it?" Ross asked pointing to a speck a mile away.

The King put his telescope up to his eye. It indeed was the island. "Hmmm… It is farther than I thought." He turned to his fellow pigs with a smile on his face. "We will be on the island by morning!"

The King woke up early to see how close he was to the new island. Just a few feet and he will be able to have a delicious cheese omelette. He sighed at the thought of having the one food his whole family sought for.

Just a few inches more and… they hit land destroying a weird house in the process. "You two go check to make sure that house doesn't have an egg in it." He turned to look at Ross. "Lower the ramp. I want to be the first pig the birds see."

Ross did as told and in no time the King was on the beach. He looked around expecting an army of birds to come attack him. Nome came. He wondered how many birds were on the island. Maybe there were none. Maybe Ross, being the suck up he is, put letters in bottles and took them to the king saying they were from the birds.

Then the weirdest thing happened. A red bird, no, a red melting bird came running out of the forest. When he got to the king he did two strange things; he socked the King in the eye and begged for forgiveness on his knees. "I am so sorry my lord! I try to keep it at bay!"

"Keep what at bay." He looked down at the bird and saw two red eyes staring back up at him. His blood ran cold, The eyes were on the back of the bird's hands. It got weirder; the bird looked up at him showing that a liquid, which looked like oil, was leaking from his beak. "Stand up… What… happened to you?"

The bird stood up and sighed sadly. "Our village was plagued with a series of infections. That is why we denied your feast. We did not wish to infect you sir…"

"Leonard. King Leonard. And I demand you to take me to your king or whatever you have."

"I am Red. Follow me."

Red led King Leonard through the forest into their village. It looked abandoned. There were no birds in the streets, no sounds to be heard, and no happiness to be felt. "That sign back there said it was the happiest village in the world."

"Well, it used to be."

Suddenly Leonard heard a groan come from the left side of him. He turned to see a pink bird laying on the ground. She reached out to him as if asking for help.

"Ignore her my lord." Red said quietly. "She is about to die."

King Leonard looked at Red shocked by his words. "Can't you help her?"

"We don't have the cure. She wasn't a use to us anyway."

Leonard followed the bird quietly. Why would they let her suffer? Were these birds really that heartless.

"Our king is right behind this curtain. He likes his privacy." Red pulled back the curtain revealing a huge orange bird. "This is King Bubbles the third."

"You must be the pig who threatened me with war." King Bubbles growled.

King Leonard bowed. "That was before I knew the reason why you refused."

King Bubbles smiled. "You are forgiven. I hope you know how to cure us?"

Leonard frowned. "I am sorry but I do not. I have never seen anything like this."

Bubbles sighed. "I wish you could cure my size."

"Your size?"

"An infection made him grow this big." Red explained.

Suddenly King Bubbles began shaking. "I think my time is over."

"No! King Bubbles, try to hold on." Red pleaded.

They heard a loud pop and all that was left of King Bubbles were two large orange feathers that floated slowly to the ground.

Red ran over to the feathers and picked one up. "You will be remembered King Bubbles."

King Leonard stood frozen in place. He just watched a bird die. What else would he see on this dreadful island? He didn't want to know.

Red turned to look at him. "We need to see the wise bird. He will know what we should do."

They ventured off to the wise bird's house. It wasn't much of a house though. It was a small shack that seemed to be very old. Inside it they found who they were after; a green bird with an enormous beak.

"Let me guess King Bubbles has died?" The bird said looking up at them.

"How did you know?" King Leonard asked looking at the weird sphere in front of him.

"My crystal ball told me. My name is Hal. I am very familiar with King Bubbles."

"Let's just say Hal and King Bubbles had a few booty calls if you know what I'm saying." Red whispered with a smirk.

King Leonard stifled a laugh. For a bird who just lost his king he was funny.

Hal raised an eyebrow. "What do you seek?"

"We want to know what we do about the infections?" Red asked looking serious.

"You watch all of the birds-" Hal fell back out of his chair clutching his heart.

Red ran over to help him. He got on his knees and leaned down to hear Hal's final words. He pulled back shocked.

"What did he tell you?" King Leonard asked wringing his hands nervously.

"There is no cure."

King Leonard was in a panicked state. He saw two birds die in a row. What else will this bird show him?

Red paced the length of the shack. "There has to be something we can do."

"You heard that bird! He said there was no cure. Do you even know how this spreads?"

"Yes."

"What?"

"The infections all started with this one bird. He was majorly disfigured. They believed he was crazy and they called him four eyes. It spread by his touch."

King Leonard's eyes widened. "Was this bird… you?"

Red grinned an evil and very sickening grin. "Yes."

King Leonard ran as fast as he could through the village. He past so many bodies he never noticed when he first walked through the streets. So many birds killed by a sinister red bird. And the bird touched him. He could spread the whole disease to his kingdom. What could he do? He couldn't stay here and die.

When he got on his boat, he yelled at his crew to start sailing. He ignored all of their questions until they were far away from that dreadful island.

When he finally spoke he sounded very grim, "My fellow pigs, we are not going back to that island unless absolutely necessary."

That was all he said. He didn't answer any of their questions about what happened or what he saw. He wasn't going to put that burden on them. They wouldn't be able to handle the truth.

Red watched Leonard run to his boat. He and his friends really scared him. He turned around to find his friends looking at him nervously. "We scared him off!" Red declared fist pumping the air.

His friends cheered. They were so happy to have that creepy pig off their island.

"Chuck can you go tell everyone it is safe to come back to the village?"

Chuck saluted Red and sped off.

When every bird and egg was settled back into their homes. Judge Peckinpah approached their group. "What did you do to scare him off?"

Red grinned and began describing their plan.

When the pigs arrived Red acted like a crazy islander who wanted to lead Leonard back to their king. On the way Stella acted like a dying woman. When they got to Bubbles he asked for the cure. Out of nowhere Bubbles 'popped'. Truly Hal was holding the feathers on Bubbles head to keep him from falling when shrunk back down. The loud pop sound was made by Bomb thanks to his awesome skills. And Hal acted like a wise bird and faked a heart attack. In the end Red revealed he actually caused all of the infections.

"I have to admit. That is a good plan." Judge Peckinpah said. "I'm glad we could work together." He held out his hand for Red to shake.

Red shook his hand with a smile. Maybe this was the start of a better life for mutants.

Weeks later after the pig 'attack' Red woke up to beautiful sunshine. It was going to be another great class day. He could just see it. He could hang with Chuck and the others. The whole mutant gang joined the class. Even Stella joined the class.

Red got up and looked in the mirror. He looked the same. Just the way he liked it. "Ready for class C?" You bet! I can't wait to tell them some more jokes I came up with. "That will be a blast!"

Red exited his house to see the beautiful waves and… a police officer opening something by the water. When the officer saw him he dropped the item and ran. Red walked over to where the officer stood and picked up what he dropped; a strange bottle. He turned it over to see- Red isn't that… The symbol from the pig's letters.

Judge Peckinpah laid a file on the table and pushed it over to the person in front of him. "We seem to have… a new weapon." The person grinned in reply.

There was one word stamped on the file… Contamination.