High technology

This is a picture of the x-ray of Max’s arm. That little square is the chip...what the h-e-double-hockey-sticks IS it?

Hello, this is your captain freaking!

We flew past a plane today. The pilot defintely, definitely saw me. I think he needed to change his underwear. Sooooo funny.

Nudge drew a picture of it...

Deluxe Full Floor Upper West Side

This is where we’ve been sleeping at night. The high up, empty floors are awesome, easy access and plenty of protection.

Fang? a Tattoo?

over my dead body.

but if he did...I'd give him this one

Birds Eye View

Sometimes it’s cool to chill with the birds. We sit together quietly watching all the people below and then when were ready we both fly off in our separate ways.

Tattoo!

I'm soooo gettin a Tatt!

Wings Wings Everywhere!

We almost freaked! Check out this ad, we don’t even know what it’s for, but it’s weird! How come people are so fascinated with wings right now? It’s like a coincidence or something, we escape and now everyone’s thinking about people with wings?!?!?
But it’s not like we can go, “Hey everybody look over here! We're the real deal!” I mean I suppose we could but we’d get shot...or worse become famous.

1,000 Words

Max’s 1,000 words are exhausting me.

1,000 Words

Fang’s silence speaks a 1,000 words to me.

Hail to the Chief

Sorry kid. the job is yours. No one wants your job.

HELP WANTED

How did I become the ring leader of this flock anyway?!?! Its not like there was a wanted sign in the window and I went in and applied for this position. If anyone else wants to take over please be my guest! I am doing the best I can. If that’s not good enough then I surrender. The sign is back up. The job is up for grabs.

MC Fang in da house

Heard another cool rap song booming from this totally awsome Cadillac convertible. Got some more new rap lyrics for ya’ll. Bust it.

My name is Fang but I don’t bite. Just spread my rhymes and I take flight. Float like a butterfly, friend’s with the bee. Ain’t other fellas out there like me.

Holla back at ‘ya later.

A room with a view...

The Erasers chased us all night. We may be able to fly, but they have numbers. Like the dogs that they are, they attack from all sides.
So, luckily this abandoned building only has one way in. So, while my friends sleep, I sit and keep watch...like the 2% hawk that I am.

Drawing #6

One of Gassy's feathers.

Silent Night

Last night was so cool! It snowed pretty hard and everyone stayed indoors leaving the city all to us. The Gasman nailed me in the head with a snowball while I was mid flight but I got him back with a sneak air bomb attack. He should know better than to attack the Max.

afterwards we just sat in the park watching the snow fall...
times like this I know there's a god

A letter written but never sent...

I found this note in Max's sweatshirt pocket. It was pretty nice so I thought I'd put it up here.

What's a Blog anyway?!

Is this what communication has come down to? I mean it’s a necessity for us – the flock I mean. We have to communicate this way. If people find us we die. So a blog is a safe place for us. But normal everyday people choose to talk this way. That makes me sad. Normal people are weird too.