The Angry Birds Movie 2 End Credits นิยาย & เรื่องราว

To hold onto this… for as long as I can. To live in it. To breathe in it. But no matter how tightly I hold onto that feeling— That thought still finds its way back in. Quiet. Persistent. Suddenly, Nathan’s left arm shifts, lifting slightly before he lets out a slow, heavy breath. A second later, it settles again—pulling me closer into him. That’s when I realize. I let out a quiet breath. Time’s up. It always is. Lunch is ending. Neither of us says it out loud… but we both feel it.

Neither of them was in a hurry. THE END

Right on cue, her eyes rolled back, turning gray-white. I opened the door and tapped Bubba and Missy on the head. "Go." Their bodies surged bigger. One swipe each—skulls crushed. Snowy finally moved. He leapt out, white fur blazing red in a burst of fire. Flames roared down the street, relentless, swallowing everything. Minutes later, nothing was left standing. Snowy flicked his tail and hopped onto my shoulder. "Pop, this whole district's ours now. What's next?"

"What's good, Lovebirds? Trust you all are doing fine?" A few mumbled a response, the rest including me kept quiet. "Show officially come to an end tomorrow. Drum roll please." He urged the production team to make a drum roll effect. "A couple from amongst one would be five hundred thousand richer tomorrow. I hope your custom made suits and stunning dinner gowns are ready. Tomorrow is gonna be a fucking movie." 'Hell yeah.'

"Goodness, Serene, you have got to be joking right now." "I think we should just let her be,” Neina defended. “Mommy," Miguel shook my hand. "Yes sweetie, how's the movie going?” I asked with my eyes open, but all I saw were names flashing on the screen against a dark background. Did the movie just finish? "It is okay; I think you should get moving," Miguel said, his tone suddenly melancholy. “Sweetie I'm…..”

’ [I love you too. The End

The second key. The screen flickers one last time - ARGUS: 78% ACTIVE. SHUTDOWN IMMINENT.

As her friend, this was the most she could help him with, by giving him her best wishes. “Perhaps one day we can meet,” Marvel said. “Good night, my friend.” Good night? But it was only six in the evening. Ah! She realised the time. They had been speaking for over an hour, and she had lost all track of time. Her phone was starting to bug her to have it charged as the battery was now well under ten per cent, so she hurriedly plugged it to the desk charger and lay back on the bed thinking about her call with Marvel earlier.

Eternal peace. THE END

He rested his head against Arka’s neck, inhaling the guy's scent as if it were his last breath of oxygen. "The movie's almost over," Bima whispered. "Good," Arka replied flatly. "I’ve been dying to get you back to the apartment." As the studio lights flickered on dimly, signaling the end of the movie, Arka didn't let go of Bima’s hand right away. He waited until most of the audience had cleared out of the theater. He stood up, still gripping Bima’s hand tightly, as if he were guiding a precious, stolen treasure through the crowd.