Far away, in a misty lagoon where the waters were silver and the skies were orange and pink, there lived a creature known only in ancient folklore—the Giamingo. This giant flamingo, standing 20 feet tall with feathers that glowed, was the guardian of its peaceful habitat. It had a baby, a small flamingo chick named Luma, who was gray, but still glowed. But I, the narrator, must tell you that this peace was

not to last. 

One dark night, there were two tourists named George and Jack. They walked into the lagoon where they spotted the Giamingo and her baby. “Grab the gun!” Said Jack. “We’ll make a butt-load of money with this one!” Said George as he pulled out his gun. The shouts of the evil tourists awaked the Giamingo. “IT’S AWAKE!” Yelled Jack. “SHOOT IT, SHOOT IT!” he yelled. “I’M LOADING THE GUN!” Yelled George. Jack pulled the gun out of George’s hands and shot a bullet, shooting Jack’s mustache right off. “IT’S GONNA KILL US!”  

Yelled George as he ran away. Jack fled too, leaving the gun behind. But the Giamingo wasn’t gonna kill anyone. The next day, George and Jack told their oldest brother, named Mordecai Grint. Mordecai was fascinated, so he crept into the lagoon nights later, his eyes gleaming with greed. Word had spread of the mythical Giamingo, and Mordecai saw dollar signs in its rarity. With a tranquilizer dart and a reinforced net, he captured the Giamingo and Luma.

Dragged from their lagoon, they were loaded onto a semi truck and taken to Mordecai's awful

zoo, a smelly and horrible place where rare and exotic animals lived in small, old, rusting cages. As soon as they arrived, Luma was separated from its parent. The Giamingo’s crying echoed through the zoo, rattling the cages and keeping up the other animals. "Luma is gone!" The Giamingo cried in its mournful voice, “Where have they taken my baby?”

Unknown to the Giamingo, Mordecai had sold Luma to an evil chef, Chef Gauston. Known across America for his macabre cuisine, Gauston planned to cook Luma as the main dish for a huge feast for wealthy patrons.

Locked in a cage too small for its height, the Giamingo’s fire dimmed with despair. But the other animals in the zoo, feeling bad, promised to help. Among them were: Tilda, a raccoon with 

had been sold and was to be delivered to Gauston’s restaurant at the edge of the city. And Eugene remembered every word of Marlo’s reports, piecing together the details of the chef’s plan.

“We’ll escape, find the restaurant, and rescue Luma." Said Eugene. 

One stormy night, when Mordecai had drunk too much and fallen asleep in his office, the plan unfolded. Tilda picked the locks of every cage while Bruno 

ripped apart the metal gates, creating a path for the animals to flee. 

But the escape was not without danger. Mordecai woke and sounded the alarm. Lighthouses crisscrossed the zoo, and guards with tranquilizer guns scrambled to contain the chaos.

“We must move fast!” Marlo cried.

Using its massive wings, the Giamingo shielded 

the smaller animals as they made their way to the outer walls. Bruno hurled a ladder over the fence, and one by one, the animals climbed.

The journey to Gauston’s restaurant was filled with danger. At one point, George and Jack were on their evening walk when Jack pointed to an alleyway and shouted "I SAW IT!" George looked into there and saw