Farm Fling: Chicken Launch

Gertrude is a chicken. Gertrude is also, as of today, a projectile. Pull the catapult all the way back, watch the needle, let go. Then watch her fly over the farm, through the village, past the lava, and into places no chicken should ever land. PULL. AIM. FLING. One finger. Pull to the max, release when the needle swings back. That's the whole lesson. The rest is physics, and physics does not care about Gertrude. UPGRADE THE MACHINE Every coin goes into a bigger, dumber, better catapult. A wooden plank becomes a tractor, becomes a slingshot strapped between two oak trees, becomes a silage cannon, and it keeps going. 11 machines, 200 upgrade steps, and you watch the parts get bolted on. 14 ZONES. ZERO DIGNITY. The Fields. Pigeon City. The Fryer (it's lava, don't ask). Supermarket XXL, where she is scanned at self-checkout. Cosmic Bowling, where she is the ball. The Municipal Pool. A museum that thinks she's art. Prehistory. A frozen lake. A car wash. The Moon, sort of. SHE HAS NOTES Gertrude comments on her landings. She is calm, professional and deeply unimpressed. Gerald, the farmer, keeps building bigger machines anyway. RARE THINGS HAPPEN Geese. A banner plane. Occasionally a UFO with very specific opinions about chickens. No chickens were permanently harmed. Gertrude is fine. She would like you to stop filming.