As I dodged a frantic grab from X, I glanced at the other penguins. We had certainly come far from our starting point. There was no doubt that we would beat X and get out of here. I launched a kick at X, but was batted away. He really was as good as they had dicho he was. As I flipped to break my fall, I skidded around. "Any ideas?"
They all shook their heads. I turned to Skipper. "You dicho that we needed some prayers, right?"
"It was a figure of speech!"
"It's the only thing we have!"
"Oh don't worry; I'm sure we've all dicho más than enough prayers to last us for a lifetime."
"So the only things we need are some explosives."
I thought for a while, then brightened up. "Rico!" I yelled. "Hit me with a stick of dynamite!"
"No!" screamed Kowalski. "You'll bring the whole roof down!"
Rico hacked up the dynamite and threw it to me before plunging himself into the thick of battle again. "Skipper! You, Private, and Rico keep X busy; and please try not to get yourself caught. I have a plan"
Skipper smirked at me. "Shouldn't be too hard. Come on, boys! Give it your very best!"
Nodding, I turned to Kowalski. "Listen, if we plant sticks of dynamite at specific points on the wall, will we be able to bring a section of the roof down without disrupting the rest?"
Kowalski glanced up and made some mental calculations. "Yes, I think it's possible."
"So, if we have incredibly timing," I continued. "We'll be able to bring the roof down on X and get out of here?"
Kowalski's eyes widened. "I get it!"
I grinned. "Rico! We need two más sticks!"
"Two more?" asked Kowalski, as we both caught the explosives.
"Yeah," I replied, "we still have to stick with the plan of several wings, two prayers, and three sticks of dynamite."
"Give him credit. His gut made a plan for us. All we had to do was understand it."
We jumped up and caught the pipe hanging down from the ceiling. "One!" I shouted, placing the explosive.
Kowalski flipped and placed another one before tumbling down on the ground. "Two!"
I carefully placed the last one and lighted all of them. "Three!"
Kowalski turned to the rest of the team. "Get off!"
Immediately, the other penguins flipped siguiente to us in time to see concrete and tiles tumble down on X. Skipper grinned widely. "Outstanding work, boys!"
"You made the plan, Skipper," dicho Kowalski modestly.
I nodded. "Remember? Several wings, two prayers, and three sticks of dynamite."
Skipper chuckled. "Come on. Let's get out of here before the humans come."
We slid away from the scene of the crime. After checking that no animales were left behind, we waddled out of the building. "Did anybody see Fred?" asked Private.
I nodded. "Yeah, I sent him with the others. That ardilla thought he was staying in a hotel!"
Kowalski laughed. "How did tu get him out?"
"I told him we were having a fuego drill."
Private grew worried. "Do tu think he'll come back later?"
We all stopped. Finally, Rico shook his head. "Nuh uh."
I glanced quizzically at him. "Why not?"
He pointed to his gut. "Gut instinct."
Laughing, we slid back home.