Peep and the Big Wide World

Quack is in a bit of a pickle; he's decided not to talk until Chirp begs him to. (That could take a longgggggggg time!)

Now it's Chirp who's in a pickle. She's stranded in a puddle and only Quack can save her.

Poor Beaver Boy. He's lost a tooth! (Can you still be a Beaver with only one tooth?)

Winter is just so blahhhhh. Quack's pond is covered with ice, Beaver Boy won't play, and the fish...hey where are the fish?

Pee-yew. What is that awful smell? The one that's coming from the big blue duck with the small white hat?

Peep and Chirp discover that a drinking straw has many uses: it can help you blow bubbles, breathe underwater and spy on Quack

Someone is stealing Chirp's water! Who would do such a sneaky thing!? (Besides Quack.)

Peep's can would be absolutely perfect if it only had a door. A nice, round, not too big, not too small, not too orange door.

It's Chirp's lucky day when she finds a golden string. It's her unlucky day when Quack sticks his big foot in it.

Wishing on a star only works if your star hasn't contracted staritis. (Or is it staratosiosis?)

Life will never be the same: Chirp has met a real, live, capital "R" Robin - who can sing, build nests, take baths, and fly!

To go or not to go, that is the question. Should Chirp go south with Robin, or stay and face another dreary, blucky winter?

Everyone likes to hear stories about the day they were born, right? (As long as Quack's not the storyteller!)

It's not the Deep Dark Woods, it's the Deep Duck Woods! And "duck" is always good, especially when you're lost.

What are those sticky, webby things anyway? Quack has the answer: they're duck traps! Made by ferocious, eight-legged moon monsters!

The first rule of Hide and Seek is to hide where no one can find you. The second rule? Make sure someone can find you!!

Peep discovers that if you ever need help getting a marble up a hill, all you need to do is "Ask a Duck."

Let's do the math: two crackers, divided by three birds, equals one big headache.

Peep is one mighty chick, capable of pulling huge loads with a tiny piece of string. (Either that, or Quack and Chirp are seeing things.)

The Squirrel can't get to his acorns! Isn't there anyone who can save him from a long, cold, hungry winter?