"Who does that worm believe he is," Chook griped, "he really should know better! To say that chicks have just one place up on a silver platter!" And on Chook went, on his crusade, his ego was so bruised. "Must not give up", he told himself, "Chicks must not be abused!" His cause was just, his will so strong, and even if the cooks tried hard to tell him he was wrong! Until that one day, Chook's shock was big... He bumped into Percy, the righteous pig. "Chickin'!" "Pork!" "Chickin'!!" "PORK!!!" It got ugly and loud, and food flew about. "Invaders! Scoundrels! Canailles! The food, it is rebelling!" How will this end, this silly matter? Will they make peace? We might find out later!