Five days had passed.
The renovation of Tweedy Farm was now complete, thanks to Bob and his team working at full cartoon speed.
Kevin stood in front of his house, directing the rented transport truck as workers carefully loaded the Martian cows, the adult jellyfish tanks, and the newly hatched Abyssal Chickens.
The egg incubator he had bought from the BnL Supermall had worked wonders. The Abyssal Chicken Eggs had hatched in just two days, and the chicks had grown at an astonishing rate, in only three mere days they already looked like two-month-old birds. Their appearance was unique and slightly eldritch: It has a bulky, fleshy body in pale beige and pink tones, with a massive, gaping mouth full of sharp teeth and raw, exposed red tissue where its head should be. Sharp, bony spines run down its back and along its long, pointed tail, while its thick legs end in strong, curved talons that made them look like creatures from another dimension. They were docile but unmistakably alien.
Kevin helped the workers herd the animals into the truck, making sure the jellyfish tanks were secured properly. Once everything was loaded, he climbed into his black 1968 Dodge Charger and drove behind the truck toward the farm.
In these five days, another unexpected development had occurred: Melisha Tweedy had applied for a job at the farm.
Kevin had been surprised. He had assumed she would move on after selling the property but after thinking about it, he decided to hire her as farm manager. Based on what he remembered from the Chicken Run stories, she had strong organizational skills and knew how to command a workforce. Plus, she already knew the local workers he had hired, which made the transition smoother.
When Kevin arrived at the farm, his crew was already there. Melisha was instructing them on where to place the new farm tools and feed he had purchased.
As soon as she saw his car, Melisha walked over with a professional smile.
"Good morning, Mr. Harlan," she greeted him.
"Morning, Melisha," Kevin replied. "Gather the workers, please. I want to speak to everyone before we unload the animals."
The five workers gathered in front of the main barn. Kevin stood before them and spoke clearly.
"Today the farm officially starts operations. The animals we're bringing in may look a bit… unusual. Please treat them with care and follow the instructions I've given you. We're building something new here, and I expect everyone to do their best."
The workers exchanged curious glances, wondering what "unusual" meant.
Just then, the transport truck arrived and parked near the barn.
"Alright, it's here," Kevin said, clapping his hands. "Chop chop... let's get them settled."
The workers moved to help unload. When they opened the truck and saw the cargo, their jaws dropped.
Bright red Martian cows with smooth, glossy hides and small curved horns stood calmly. Next to them were the Abyssal Chickens, strange, eldritch-looking birds with white skin. In the back were the large tanks containing the adult jellyfish, their translucent bells pulsing softly in the water.
The workers stared in stunned silence for a moment before Melisha clapped her hands sharply.
"You heard the boss! Let's move... gently!"
They carefully herded the Martian cows into the renovated barn, placed the Abyssal Chickens into their new coop, and moved the jellyfish tanks to a specially customized shaded area with the small jellyfish jelly extractor machine already installed.
Kevin watched with satisfaction. "Every weekend we'll harvest jelly from the mature jellyfish and seal it into jars. That will be one of our sources of income, along with milk and eggs. From now on, this place is officially called Krusty Farm."
He planned to use the name as he expanded his business empire, linking the farm directly to the restaurant brand.
After everything was settled and the animals were safely placed in their new homes, Kevin gathered the workers near the customized jellyfish area.
"Alright, everyone," he said, gesturing toward the tanks. "This is one of our most important future products, Jellyfish jam. Let me show you how to harvest it properly."
He demonstrated the process step by step using the small custom-ordered extractor machine.
First, he picked up the soft fishnet and gently scooped one of the adult jellyfish from the tank, handling it with care so as not to stress the creature. He placed it into the machine's transparent chamber, which was designed with soft, padded walls to keep the jellyfish comfortable.
"Watch closely," Kevin said. "The machine applies gentle, controlled pressure to the bell, never too hard. We don't want to hurt them."
He activated the device. It hummed softly, and a gentle suction combined with light pressure began to extract the jelly. Smooth, strawberry-scented pink jelly started flowing from a small spout into a clean glass jar positioned below. The process took less than a minute, and the jellyfish was released back into the tank unharmed, looking perfectly fine.
Kevin held up the jar, which was now filled with vibrant pink jelly. "This is what we're after. The flavor is naturally sweet with a light strawberry note. We'll seal these jars and use them in sauces, desserts, and even some savory dishes. Every weekend we'll do a full harvest. Melisha will make a schedule so no one is overworked."
He passed the jar around so the workers could see and smell it.
When it was their turn, the workers dipped small spoons into the jar and tasted it. Their eyes widened in amazement.
"Damn… that's actually really good," one of the workers said, licking his lips.
Another nodded enthusiastically. "Sweet but not overpowering. This could sell well."
Melisha tasted it last and gave an approving nod. "It's excellent. I'll create a proper schedule for the harvests right away."
Kevin smiled, satisfied with their reactions. "Good. For now, focus on getting the cows and chickens settled. The jellyfish harvest will start this weekend."
He then retreated to the small office building attached to the farm, which also served as living quarters for workers who chose to stay on-site. Kevin slumped into the chair behind the desk, letting out a long breath as he thought about the future.
Now that he had the farm, many opportunities had opened up. The eggs, milk from the Martian cows, and jellyfish jam would become important sources of income. In the future, he might even produce cheese from the red milk. But right now, it was still early days.
He also wanted to build a small processing factory near the farm to turn the raw ingredients into labeled products. He had asked Manny for an estimate, and the builder had told him it would cost around $180,000 and take several weeks to complete. Kevin still had his bank loan to repay, so he needed to be careful with his spending. He couldn't rush into everything at once.
What he needed to do now was find reliable buyers and suppliers who would be interested in his unique products once he had enough stock.
Kevin leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling for a moment.
One step at a time.
The farm was officially operational and Krusty Farm was just getting started.