The Bashful Buzzard

[as his siblings return to the nest carrying large, dangerous game animals, Beaky laconically flaps back with his claw wrapped around a barely visible insect]

Beaky Buzzard:
[singing cheerfully] I'm bringin' home a baby bumblebee!

Mamma Buzzard:
My little Killer, the spitting image of his papa. Ptooie!

Beaky Buzzard:
You little shriveled-up, infinitecimal piece of sh... shoe leather.

Mamma Buzzard:
Oh, what is-a happened to my little baby? My little bambino! Oh, where is-a my killer? [cries] Killer, come home! [sobbing] Oh, my little killer, my little bambino... Oh, where's-a my killer...

Beaky Buzzard:
Umm... ah, yes?

Mamma Buzzard:
Killer! My darling! [hugs and kisses him] My baby... So! I send you out-a for meat, but you always-a come-a home with de empty fingers! You never, never bring-a home-a one teensy weensy piece of a meat-a!

Sea Serpent:
[being held by his tail by Beaky and hanging beside the cliff, invisible to Mamma Buzzard] Well now, I, um, I wouldn't say that...