As if flying in a crappliy make, makeshift airplane wasn't nerve wracking enough, try flying in a crappliy made, makeshift airplane with the Penguins, Monique, Lexii, Kristen, CC, PB (peacebaby7), Temperance Brennan, Jane Rizzoli and Maura Isles and Patrick Jane on a mission to save the world from Dr. Blowhole.. again.
"it's a shame this didn't happen on Sunday. it would be the 1 year anniversary of when Blowhole tried to us musical mind control." said Kowalski, just as the plane hit some turbulence somewhere over England.
"Kowalski, did you make sure to check if we had enough fuel?" asked Private
"yes, private. this plane is PERFECTLY safe. I even brought several extra parachutes!"
"And watch, in a few minutes, we come crashing down in a burning heap of wrecked coffee machines, cardboard, papier mache, pipe cleaners, and an old computer." I said.
"Wow, I never pegged you as negative." said Lexii
"i'm not. You ever hear of movie timing? Like when someone says "oh, there can't possibly be anything dangerous here" and then they fall into a death trap."
"Ill be honest here and say that I agree with you." calls over Skipper, from the captains seat.
"Thank you for flying Penguin Airlines, we know you don't have a choice, but thanks for choosing us anyway. We have now reached Denmark" said Skipper some time later.
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We landed on a large rock pile somewhere near Copenhagen's harbor. Skipper set his feet in a place he hasn't been in fifteen years. i don't know what he expected to happen, but nothing did. No armed guards, no firing squad, nothing.
"Ok, so we're here. Now what?" asks Rizzoli
"We have to find Blowhole, obviously." said Patrick Jane.
'i know what. But where do we even start looking for him?"
"I think i know where they went." said Skipper, heading towards a now abandoned building. I'd only ever been there once. it was the old Penguins HQ, the place where Skipper was arrested by his own agency for committing a crime that he had nothing to do with (See: The Story of my Life: By Hans the Puffin for more information).
i was wrong. The Building wasn't abandoned at all. it was the new nerve center of Blowhole's operations.
We crept past the lobster guards, and from a ventilation shaft, we could hear several familiar voices all talking at once. I could distinctly make out the Rat King, Blowhole, Hans and one unfamiliar one.
Suddenly, the vent opened and we came crashing through right into the middle of the room.
"Ahh, Skipper, how nice of you to come!" said Blowhole
"I believe you all know Hans and the rat king, but I don't think you know him"
"I," he said," am Red John."
To be Continued.
"it's a shame this didn't happen on Sunday. it would be the 1 year anniversary of when Blowhole tried to us musical mind control." said Kowalski, just as the plane hit some turbulence somewhere over England.
"Kowalski, did you make sure to check if we had enough fuel?" asked Private
"yes, private. this plane is PERFECTLY safe. I even brought several extra parachutes!"
"And watch, in a few minutes, we come crashing down in a burning heap of wrecked coffee machines, cardboard, papier mache, pipe cleaners, and an old computer." I said.
"Wow, I never pegged you as negative." said Lexii
"i'm not. You ever hear of movie timing? Like when someone says "oh, there can't possibly be anything dangerous here" and then they fall into a death trap."
"Ill be honest here and say that I agree with you." calls over Skipper, from the captains seat.
"Thank you for flying Penguin Airlines, we know you don't have a choice, but thanks for choosing us anyway. We have now reached Denmark" said Skipper some time later.
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We landed on a large rock pile somewhere near Copenhagen's harbor. Skipper set his feet in a place he hasn't been in fifteen years. i don't know what he expected to happen, but nothing did. No armed guards, no firing squad, nothing.
"Ok, so we're here. Now what?" asks Rizzoli
"We have to find Blowhole, obviously." said Patrick Jane.
'i know what. But where do we even start looking for him?"
"I think i know where they went." said Skipper, heading towards a now abandoned building. I'd only ever been there once. it was the old Penguins HQ, the place where Skipper was arrested by his own agency for committing a crime that he had nothing to do with (See: The Story of my Life: By Hans the Puffin for more information).
i was wrong. The Building wasn't abandoned at all. it was the new nerve center of Blowhole's operations.
We crept past the lobster guards, and from a ventilation shaft, we could hear several familiar voices all talking at once. I could distinctly make out the Rat King, Blowhole, Hans and one unfamiliar one.
Suddenly, the vent opened and we came crashing through right into the middle of the room.
"Ahh, Skipper, how nice of you to come!" said Blowhole
"I believe you all know Hans and the rat king, but I don't think you know him"
"I," he said," am Red John."
To be Continued.