"It is," he replies. All parakeets probably look the same to most people, but Malcolm can tell that this is Sunshine. Plus, the bird is already comfortable with him, so it has to be her.

"Yes. He's in the center of the mall concourse. Typical mall Santa... or maybe not. Maybe he's some kind of real version."

How else to explain how he magically pulled his pet parakeet out of his bag?