There is one with just one orca in it.
Five pigeons land on the glass edge of the tank.
"Yes. Which means it'll be kind of a long night and we won't be able to grab literally everything we see, but we should be able to get in and out of everything in bug shapes."
"Pity about the lack of computer, but we should be able to swipe park maps or something and get shopping lists of sorts when we arrive at the zoo, and I do know roughly where it is."
"Trouble, since you're the limiting factor on things that bite - how many times do you think you can morph in one night?"
"Plenty," he says. "Getting a lot of practice helps with that, it turns out. Morphing's easier than it used to be. I don't have hard numbers, but if I got fucked up and had to morph, like - ten times, I wouldn't expect that to be a problem. As long as they weren't all in the same five minutes."
<Humans must have ludicrous endurance,> says Ax. <A professional estreen could work for years without having that much potential to morph repeatedly in a short time.>
"Ooh, Dad, I should show you some of the cute things I can do if I stop partway through the right things. If I go part butterfly I can be a tiny fairy, and if I do just the ears on the way to an Andalite morph -"
"Elfangor scored a few hits on Visser Three. Me and Andi and Trouble all acquired from the blood, and Trouble also thought to ask Elfangor before the Visser landed, so he has two. Nobody has acquired you, although if you'd let at least Dad and Robin and Ethan, that would be convenient."
<Not as such. I think Prince Alloran's consent can - be presumed. And it sounds as though my brother gave Trouble permission.>