Private rushed through the dark murderous forest for his life. Leaping over dead tree roots, croutching under branches, and yelping for some one's, anyone's help, he raced farther and farther away from the inferno mansion. For all he knew, the maniac that killed his friends was on his trail. No time, did he waste, to glance back to found where his attacker was.
Soon he was almost at the threshold, where they had almost wrecked coming. Just then in front of him Skipper's shadowy figure jumped from a tree with an ax in one flipper, blocking the trembling Private from escaping. "Sorry, I have to do this to you, kid, but I can't have any loose ends." He said in a harsh voice, Private didn't recognize his voice. "Please, let me go! I won't tell anyone, I promise!" Private wept. A psychotic laugh eminated from the killer as Private watched his breath in the winter air and sobbed. The culprit was about to swing the ax, when a voice called out in hysteria, distracting them both. "Private!"
All the penguins sat in the HQ weeks before, having a scary movie night. Rico had, of course, chosen the horror film. Private shivered and sheilded his eyes, while all of his friends seemed to be glued to the screen. Suddenly, a knock sounded through the puny room, from the hatch. Kowalski paused the movie to be sure it was really in the room.
It was already half past eleven, and they had never received a visitor at that time of the night before. "Boys, stay put. Come on, Rico, bring your nunchucks." Skipper said suspiciously. Rico nodded and spit up his weapon. Skipper slid the lid off slyly and peered out. A pudgy, yet fancy penguin stood out of breath. "Hello, I'm .... Todd ... Douglas ..... you must ....... be ...... Skipper, the leader of this fine unit. Pardon my heavy breathing." He said, laying a flipper on his chest. "And ..... why are you here, 'Todd Douglas'?" Skipper asked impatiently. "Oh right, Madam Williams was widowed a few weeks ago from the murder of her husband. But oddly enough, his body was never recovered, and if we ever asked Ms. Williams she'd talk about something completely irrelevent. It is some nonsense about darkness, and she obbesses over keeping the lights on. We need some investigators, and out of all a list of commando teams she picked your squad and about three others. So ....... congrats! There will be a reward for your troubles." He explained. "Oh, Skippah! We have to help that poor woman!" Private cried. "Fine," Skipper groaned, "we're in."
"I'll see you there," Todd left with that.
Once the penguins started preparing Kowalski shared his second thoughts. "Do you think this is still the best idea, Skipper?" Skipper shrugged, "I don't know, ask him, he agreed." Skipper directed his fin to Private. "Me, but I didn't agree to -" Private was interrupted. "I knew it was a bad idea." Skipper bluffed, sparing his ego. "Look, there are three top suspects. One: the chef, two: the butler, and three: Madam Williams." Kowalski stated in his dramactic voice. "So .... the poor woman could be ...... the murder?! I don't want to go! I'm going to die!" Private squealed. "Cut the nancy cat act, soldier!" Skipper scolded and turned to Kowalski. "Why are you blaming this all on me, Skippah?!" Private yelled, but soon covered his mouth in shock of what he had just said out loud. "What did you say?" Skipper growled looking back slowly. "If you're making us go, you're basically saying you don't care if we live or die!" Private hissed. "Oye-vey," Rico moaned rolling his eyes. "Don't you ever say that," Skipper barked. "Hey, this would be the perfect time to test my flipperprint-detector300, huh?" Kowalski said struggling to brighten up the situation. "Yay! Invention!" Rico clapped. "Are we ready?" Skipper sighed, and they all nodded, except Private, who scoffed and turned away.
All the penguins stepped into the car garage and loaded up. Rico sat in the front with Kowalski and the others were in the back, seperated by luggage. A few minutes later, and they were on their way. None of them knew,that for some, that would be the last they ever saw of their beloved home.
The road was long and dim. Not only that, but it was treacherous and slick, as well. Up ahead a sign wrote: TURN LEFT but "left" was crossed out and under it spelled "right". Rico made the turn, but Kowalski disagreed with his desicion. "Rico, I am pretty sure you were supposed to make a left." Kowalski remarked, lookig up from the map. "Nah-huh" Rico snapped back. "Yeah-huh! Just turn around before we end up wrecking or getting lost!" Kowalski protested and began reaching for the wheel.
The fray distracted almost everyone. Everyone except for Skipper. "Stop! Stop!" Skipper instructed. Realizing where they were, Rico slammed on the brake, but any second later they would have gone off a cliff.They remained dangling back and forth on the edge.