You pitch the rooster an idea: what if you attend the bird dance competition disguised as the rooster and the rooster spins your party? You look at each other and agree that's such an off the wall idea, it just might work. So a plan is hatched. You scour through the cockloft collecting stuff with which to make a rooster disguise: some colorful tie-dye shirts to shred for feathers, yellow boots, and a cone bra for the beak (kids: ask your parents). After donning all that, and adopting a good confident strut, you are ready. The rooster heads to bump your party, and you go hang out as a socialite floating through the dance competition. You enjoy watching the dance battle, and feel good about making this work for everyone; so much so, you even forgive yourself for that "hatched" pun earlier.