I guess if they’re darn squirrels, they do. I haven’t yet read the first Those Darn Squirrels, nor Those Darn Squirrels and the Cat Next Door, but I can get the gist from Those Darn Squirrels Fly South. The squirrels, in addition to being mechanical masterminds, are the nuisance of one Mr. Fookwire. Mr. Fookwire is a curmudgeon — birdlike in appearance and Squidwardian in personality. He’s such a grumpy man that he even yells at clouds for being too fluffy. But something does make him happy — birds. When the squirrels aren’t messing with his art supplies, he paints them, from the bonga bird to the yaba bird. The annual migration of his only friends makes him sad, but his gloom is interrupted by a squadron of squirrels in homemade flying machines. Fookwire thinks he’ll be happy with some peace and quiet, but then he gets a collect call from none other than the squirrels. So he packs up his old car and putters down to Santa Vaca, which is full of amazing birds. But sooner or later, they’ll have to go home, won’t they?
This book has more character than plot. The illustrations and narration are slightly sarcastic, probably the sort of humor Fookwire would have, if he had any. He is, at least, capable of laughing. (Unless he just has squirrels in his pants.) He might be a curmudgeon, but he’s not a bad guy.
This is a quick, droll read for anyone thinking of warmer climates. And right now, who in Pittsburgh wouldn’t want to pack their bags and follow some cool birds to the village of Holy Cow?