The penguins were asleep in their bunks, but whispers from outside the habitat caught Private's attention. His eyes opened wide instantly. He leaped down and scanned his sleeping friends to see if they were awake.
P: "Kowalski, are you awake?"
K: "What is it, Private?"
P: "I thought I heard some one outside."
K: "Tell Skipper."
P: "Skippah,"
S: "Private! I'm trying to sleep!"
P: "Sorry, Skippah."
S: "Ugh, alright, Rico."
R: "Wah?"
S: "Go out and search for anything suspicious."
R: "Aye, aye,"
Rico waddled out sleepishly. As soon as Rico climbed out of the hatch and on top of the island, he let out a unalarmed screech. In a flash, Skipper rushed out and the other two followed. Standing in front of them, were Cecil and Brick. A van was parked outside the fence. Officer X sat in the driver's seat grinning. Before they could do anything else they were all tied together and a sack was pelted over them.
P: "Skippah!"
S: "Thanks a lot, Private."
K: "Where do you think they're taking us?"
R: "I don't know,"
B: "Where do we take them."
C: "Don't worry, Brick, I know a guy."
OX: "Yeah, I don't know about handing them to that guy. It might give me a bad repuatation for my next job."
C: "No one will find out. We won't have to deal with those penguins cause they'll be dead, so I don't see how we could get busted."
S: "What 'guy' was he talking about?"
P: "And what will he do with us?"
K: "I'm pretty sure it's probably illegal, since Officer X said it might ruin his repuatation."
Rico acted out as if he were being shot.
S: "No, it has to be something more painful and agonizingly slow. Like a form of animal cruelty, gentlemen."
P: "Don't let them hurt us, Skippah!"
The van came to a jerking hault. They heard the back of the van open. At once they all toppled out of the bag. The three foes stood beaming at them. Next to Cecil on his right was a lean man with a lit cigar in his mouth. His immense hairy arms were covered in a mix of tatoos and scars.
C: "See I told you I'd get you what you needed."
?: "Not bad, sometime in the rooms won't kill them, but that little one and the scrawny one won't stand a chance in the arena."
C: "Great, now pay up!"
OX: "I'll take half of that."
C: "Pleasure doing business with you."
Cecil turned to the penguins who were tied up.
B: "Bye-bye birdies."
The man grabbed them and carried them inside a condemned looking building. It seemed to not have been used in years. The first room they were in had stained yellow walls. Another man stood in there, in his hand was a needle. The man carrying them (TB = the boss) gave them to the other guy.(A = assasitant)
?: "Want me to tatoo 'em, boss?"
?: "Of course, I want you to tatoo them, idiot!"
S: "Needle!"
Skipper squirmed around struggling to get out of the man's heavy arms. The man smacked him with all his might. The man tatooed each one of them a five-digit number.
P: "Ow, it hurts, Skippah!"
S: "I know, Private, but you can't break."
R: "skjfgsdgdki sdshfs 78934."
K: "I got 78935,"
P: "I got 78936!"
S: "78937,"
TB: "Give them the gas."
A: "You got it."
He grasped them and threw them through the open door to his left. They all were undoubtibly frightned. Even though, Skipper would never admit it, he was anxious as well. Private hid behind Kowalski and a fog swept over the chamber. Everything went black....
Private rubbed his eyes. He sat up startledly and looked around fretfully. The setting surronding him was completely pitch-black. The temperature was humid and the air was filled with a pugenant, sickening smell. Shadowy figures were all around him, but their back black feathers made them all but impossible to distingush.
P: "Kowalski! Rico! Skipper!"
?: "Who?"
P: "Skipper!"
Private ran up to a penguin who he recongized as Skipper and wrapped his flippers around him, only to be greeted with an elbow to the face. The large penguin turned around mencingly.
?: "Back off, kid save the fighting for the arena and stay the heck away from me!"
P: "I'm sorry, I thought you were my friend! You have to help me find them! I'm scared and I don't know where I am! You have to help me!"
?: "Nope, no, I don't."
P: "Please! What are they going to do to us?!"
?: "You don't know where you're at? Wow, you are doomed. The thugs running this death trap used to run a dog fighting place here. After they got arrested for it they started doing penguin fights .... to the death."
P: "To the death!"
?: "Yep,"
P: "Can you help me find my friends? I'll repay you, I promise!"
?: "No, sorry, you're a few years too late."
The infuriated penguin pushed through the crowd. Private followed him determinedly. The penguin stopped.
?: "What do you want from me?!"
P: "Maybe, if you won't help me find my friends, we could become friends."
?: "Alright, fine, let's go, but shut up when I tell you."
P: "Okay, what's your name? Mine is Private."
?: "Ugh, I'm ........ well they call me Killer."
P: "Oh, is that your nickname?"
Ki: "Yeah, is Private your nickname?"
P: "No, they haven't gave me one yet. What is it like in the arena? Do you have friends or family here you got captured with?"
Ki: "Shut up."
P: "But I was just-"
Ki: "Zip it, or we're turning around. I'm not looking for a aquintance or buddy or whatever you call your friends. I'm just taking you to your friends so I can be alone!"
P: "You like being alone?"
Ki: "I never said I ..... would you stop!"
P: "Gosh, when's feeding time?"
Ki: "Feeding time? There is no feeding time! The only time you even see food is in the arena."
P: "Oh dear! Can we stop and rest for the night, Killah, I'm tired."
Ki: "Fine"
Private lied down and made himself comfortable. Once Killer was asleep Private tip-toed up to a hole in the wall and looked through it. Private wasn't the only one having a rough time. Kowalski got to his feet warily. Rubbing the back of his head, he was oblivious to the queue about to run into him. They plowed into him and ran over him. Their faces terrified, they screamed in terror.
K: "What's happening?!"
No one answered. They all ran past him until he saw a man with a whip in his fist by his side was a dog, his mouth-watering dazing at the fleeing penguins. The man looked at his dog.
M: "Alright, Mutt, you can have one."
Kowalski hustled for his life away from
the man. He didn't look back until the sound of a yell echoed in his ears. The man retreated the whip and grasped a muscluar penguin lying on the ground. Blood drizzled down his back. Kowalski kept running. His head was directed in the direct of the painfilled penguin, so he ran into some one.
K: "Ouch, sorry! About that I wasn't watching ...."
Kowalski met the penguin's deep brown eyes.
?: "Don't worry about it, I'm Nicole. What's your name?"
K: "Kowalski, and where are we, Nicole?"
Nicole explained to Kowalski all about where they were and how frightening it was.
P: "Kowalski, are you awake?"
K: "What is it, Private?"
P: "I thought I heard some one outside."
K: "Tell Skipper."
P: "Skippah,"
S: "Private! I'm trying to sleep!"
P: "Sorry, Skippah."
S: "Ugh, alright, Rico."
R: "Wah?"
S: "Go out and search for anything suspicious."
R: "Aye, aye,"
Rico waddled out sleepishly. As soon as Rico climbed out of the hatch and on top of the island, he let out a unalarmed screech. In a flash, Skipper rushed out and the other two followed. Standing in front of them, were Cecil and Brick. A van was parked outside the fence. Officer X sat in the driver's seat grinning. Before they could do anything else they were all tied together and a sack was pelted over them.
P: "Skippah!"
S: "Thanks a lot, Private."
K: "Where do you think they're taking us?"
R: "I don't know,"
B: "Where do we take them."
C: "Don't worry, Brick, I know a guy."
OX: "Yeah, I don't know about handing them to that guy. It might give me a bad repuatation for my next job."
C: "No one will find out. We won't have to deal with those penguins cause they'll be dead, so I don't see how we could get busted."
S: "What 'guy' was he talking about?"
P: "And what will he do with us?"
K: "I'm pretty sure it's probably illegal, since Officer X said it might ruin his repuatation."
Rico acted out as if he were being shot.
S: "No, it has to be something more painful and agonizingly slow. Like a form of animal cruelty, gentlemen."
P: "Don't let them hurt us, Skippah!"
The van came to a jerking hault. They heard the back of the van open. At once they all toppled out of the bag. The three foes stood beaming at them. Next to Cecil on his right was a lean man with a lit cigar in his mouth. His immense hairy arms were covered in a mix of tatoos and scars.
C: "See I told you I'd get you what you needed."
?: "Not bad, sometime in the rooms won't kill them, but that little one and the scrawny one won't stand a chance in the arena."
C: "Great, now pay up!"
OX: "I'll take half of that."
C: "Pleasure doing business with you."
Cecil turned to the penguins who were tied up.
B: "Bye-bye birdies."
The man grabbed them and carried them inside a condemned looking building. It seemed to not have been used in years. The first room they were in had stained yellow walls. Another man stood in there, in his hand was a needle. The man carrying them (TB = the boss) gave them to the other guy.(A = assasitant)
?: "Want me to tatoo 'em, boss?"
?: "Of course, I want you to tatoo them, idiot!"
S: "Needle!"
Skipper squirmed around struggling to get out of the man's heavy arms. The man smacked him with all his might. The man tatooed each one of them a five-digit number.
P: "Ow, it hurts, Skippah!"
S: "I know, Private, but you can't break."
R: "skjfgsdgdki sdshfs 78934."
K: "I got 78935,"
P: "I got 78936!"
S: "78937,"
TB: "Give them the gas."
A: "You got it."
He grasped them and threw them through the open door to his left. They all were undoubtibly frightned. Even though, Skipper would never admit it, he was anxious as well. Private hid behind Kowalski and a fog swept over the chamber. Everything went black....
Private rubbed his eyes. He sat up startledly and looked around fretfully. The setting surronding him was completely pitch-black. The temperature was humid and the air was filled with a pugenant, sickening smell. Shadowy figures were all around him, but their back black feathers made them all but impossible to distingush.
P: "Kowalski! Rico! Skipper!"
?: "Who?"
P: "Skipper!"
Private ran up to a penguin who he recongized as Skipper and wrapped his flippers around him, only to be greeted with an elbow to the face. The large penguin turned around mencingly.
?: "Back off, kid save the fighting for the arena and stay the heck away from me!"
P: "I'm sorry, I thought you were my friend! You have to help me find them! I'm scared and I don't know where I am! You have to help me!"
?: "Nope, no, I don't."
P: "Please! What are they going to do to us?!"
?: "You don't know where you're at? Wow, you are doomed. The thugs running this death trap used to run a dog fighting place here. After they got arrested for it they started doing penguin fights .... to the death."
P: "To the death!"
?: "Yep,"
P: "Can you help me find my friends? I'll repay you, I promise!"
?: "No, sorry, you're a few years too late."
The infuriated penguin pushed through the crowd. Private followed him determinedly. The penguin stopped.
?: "What do you want from me?!"
P: "Maybe, if you won't help me find my friends, we could become friends."
?: "Alright, fine, let's go, but shut up when I tell you."
P: "Okay, what's your name? Mine is Private."
?: "Ugh, I'm ........ well they call me Killer."
P: "Oh, is that your nickname?"
Ki: "Yeah, is Private your nickname?"
P: "No, they haven't gave me one yet. What is it like in the arena? Do you have friends or family here you got captured with?"
Ki: "Shut up."
P: "But I was just-"
Ki: "Zip it, or we're turning around. I'm not looking for a aquintance or buddy or whatever you call your friends. I'm just taking you to your friends so I can be alone!"
P: "You like being alone?"
Ki: "I never said I ..... would you stop!"
P: "Gosh, when's feeding time?"
Ki: "Feeding time? There is no feeding time! The only time you even see food is in the arena."
P: "Oh dear! Can we stop and rest for the night, Killah, I'm tired."
Ki: "Fine"
Private lied down and made himself comfortable. Once Killer was asleep Private tip-toed up to a hole in the wall and looked through it. Private wasn't the only one having a rough time. Kowalski got to his feet warily. Rubbing the back of his head, he was oblivious to the queue about to run into him. They plowed into him and ran over him. Their faces terrified, they screamed in terror.
K: "What's happening?!"
No one answered. They all ran past him until he saw a man with a whip in his fist by his side was a dog, his mouth-watering dazing at the fleeing penguins. The man looked at his dog.
M: "Alright, Mutt, you can have one."
Kowalski hustled for his life away from
the man. He didn't look back until the sound of a yell echoed in his ears. The man retreated the whip and grasped a muscluar penguin lying on the ground. Blood drizzled down his back. Kowalski kept running. His head was directed in the direct of the painfilled penguin, so he ran into some one.
K: "Ouch, sorry! About that I wasn't watching ...."
Kowalski met the penguin's deep brown eyes.
?: "Don't worry about it, I'm Nicole. What's your name?"
K: "Kowalski, and where are we, Nicole?"
Nicole explained to Kowalski all about where they were and how frightening it was.
