Mike was a strikingly round robin. Always the early bird, never one to miss a meal; but also a "late bird," caught oftentimes sneaking into the Canopy Club's pantry for a midnight snack.
But at what cost? "Christ, where did I go wrong," Mike mumbled to himself one afternoon as he awoke in his crumb-filled nest. He wiped his beak clean of some stray Tweet-o Lay grease and decided it was time for a change. "Y'know what? I have a friend who can help me out here. A very eccentric friend. A friend named..."