Sheriff: I had to place a warrant out for his arrest. It was that simple. His life hit rock bottom and I didn’t want him to find out what lows would fall beyond that.

Chicken of Destiny: Some still ask me why I betrayed my friend by turning him in. I really don’t know why they’d ask me that. I’m the Chicken of Destiny. That’s what I do. I don’t have friends. I have business partners. Monterey knew that when he met me. At least I’ve been trying to tell him that anyway. The bird never did listen.

Edgar Weasel: Ha, Monterey Penguin. I remember him. He was the no good varmint who helped that chicken jerk turn me in. Well, I had a big surprise waiting for him when they flung him into my jail cell. That’s right, baby. Payback time had arrived.

Monterey: Jail was miserable to me for the sole purpose that it reminded me of what my fate should’ve been. I was originally supposed to go to a zoo or something. But it taught me to always be on my guard and to stop thinking about just myself. I knew there were worried penguins wondering where I was. And I knew I had to get back to them so that they wouldn’t worry anymore. It was no longer about fame, but about family. I missed my family. I also learned that Edgar Weasel wasn’t really all that bad. After all, he made delicious Triple-Decker cakes.