"Birdie!!" - I ran towards it, but a living barrier or moles appeared between us and blocked the path. I accelerated and jumped the barrier, some moles jumped as well trying to clamp me with their jaws, but I raised my legs to avoid getting caught. I reached Birdie, punched and stab-opened the golden moles around it; behind us the living-moles barrier was approaching us and growling ferociously.

"Stand up, we must run!" - I pushed Birdie back up. Birdie was tired and covered in wounds, but it saw my persistence and stood up. I didn't ride it, but guide it to the nearest rocky hill. We ran side by side being chased by the moles. We climbed the hill, which moles couldn't penetrate, and although they tried to climb the hill as well, their feet structure made them walk sloppy on the rocky surface and they would slide back. Eventually they gave up and burrowed to the ground disappearing.

We looked around the hill making sure there was no way those beasts would reach us... Surprise! a small oasis with a palm full of date fruits on the hill! I grab Birdie's feather as if holding hands and ran like children heading to an amusement park towards it. Birdie jumped in the oasis; I climbed the palm and grabbed a fistful of dates. I put the fistful of dates in my mouth, ate some, and in my desperation, swallowed some. I started chocking, put a finger inside my throat, and hit my stomach with my other hand; a ridiculous self-induced CPR if you ask me. I fainted for a brief moment, long enough to make me fall into the oasis.

I regained consciousness under the oasis and gulped some water; helping me pass to my stomach the dates stuck in my throat. Birdie used its sharp beak to grab me from my pants like a crane game plush-toy and pulled me to the surface of the oasis. I took a deep breath as I reached the surface. Birdie was still holding me from my pants and I was hanging like a scolded baby. A terror bird who could have sliced and diced me under the water to prepare human soup, had gently helped me reach the surface.

"Excellent, Birdie! Now…pull me down!" - I thanked him in this awkward position. It opened its beak and I fell. I walk to the end of the hill and take a look down to the desert. I can see Arnold reaching the top of a hill, and just like our hill, there was an oasis. He quenched his thirst and ate some dates. He noticed I was looking at him from afar. The sunlight reflected his shinny white teeth smile at me.

"Ahhh, so bright!" - I covered my eyes, I opened them again, and he pointed down to the sand. He gave me a thumbs up and slid downhill on the snowboard. I made a smirk - "alright, let's play! Hey Birdie are you rea…"

Birdie was taking a bubble bath in the oasis, cleaning its feathers with a loofah back scrubber, and had shampoo on his head. - "Fuark you!!" - He screamed as it threw my the back scrubber like a shuriken to my face. It covered its chest with his right wing and, I assume his privates, with his left wing, and lowered its body under the oasis.

"Dude, WTF are you even covering?!" - I yelled at it and pointed at the bump on my head it caused. - "Whatever. Meet you at the dunes when you are ready." - I grabbed a palm branch with leaves, ran to the end of the hill, and jumped butt-on the leaf to slide downhill.

Upon hitting the sand, 4 golden moles appeared around me. They bullied me and charged at me. I dodged their jumping-bite trajectory, and as they were still in mid-air, I uppercut the stomach of 2 of them and waited for the other 2 to jab them.

"It looks like Arnold is having all the fun" - I look ahead where Arnold is fighting hordes of these beasts. I run to the action; slashing my way through.

"Long time no see!" - Arnold raised his hand to greet me.

"You SON of a BIT" - We do a bicep-clapping handshake and stare intensely like badass predators waiting for their prey. Hordes of moles continue emerging; surrounding us. We stand back to back…