CHAPTER ONE: Long time no see, bro!
It was around 10:00 pm in the New York City. Alice the Zookeeper was standing in front of the cocina desk, her ears full of classic rock music, shaking her hips in dancing moves and humming her favourite song. She was in quite a good frame of mind right now. The visitors were gone, the animales were fast asleep, the whole zoo area was dead calm and still and nobody would interrupt her. Since she had the whole cocina to her own disposition she decided to take the advantage of it and prepare herself her favourite meal, Perfetto Deluxe, she hadn't been eating for months. And after the cena she planned a long, long relaxing bath with refreshing mango salts and candles. She put her cuchillo aside for a while, walked up to the kitchen, pulled out a bottle of milk, switched to the siguiente song and went back to her pork.
As she was busy cutting the meat, humming, canto and dancing, three, dark pingüino, pingüino de shaped silhouettes appeared on the parte superior, arriba of the zoo gate. They took a nervous look around then glanced at each over and nodded her heads decisively. They jumped in the bushes one after another.
"It's all clear now" a male voice whispered between the branches. " The animales seem to be asleep. Not a single soul is to be seen. Let's move, honey!"
They scrambled out of the bushes and slid on their bellies towards the nearest sidewalk. All threesome were carrying small, red suitcases with them.
"Since it's not very seguro to stay in the middle of the sidewalk I suggest we hide behind that oak over there and take a further look".
"Gooosh, these gorillas are really something!" a girlish voice moaned. "Do they really have to snore sooo loud?"
"Shh... try not to make too much noise, Terry! I would like to remind tu we're on a completely unknown area right now. If one of us gets caught thing will only turn worse!"
"How are we supposed to find him here?" there was another female voice but it was hoarse and más mature in its sounding then the anterior one.
"All we have to do is to look for a banner with a penguin. That's exactly where our beloved kid is sleeping right now. But we have to be careful. And try not to wake anybody up on our way to the habitat, otherwise we could get into big trouble. We don't know what these animales are like. Some of them may be spies o something."
"Now tu start to sound exactly like my brother, Dad" snorted Terry.
There was a quiet sob in the darkness. The male pingüino, pingüino de waddled up to his wife and patted her gently on the cheek.
"Now there, there, Auriga. Don't cry. You're going to see your li'l boy soon."
"Yeah, I truly hope so" sobbed Aurora, wiping her teary eyes with a blue handkerchief.
"Stay alert, boys!"screamed Skipper at the parte superior, arriba of the lungs as the alarm switch turned on, bathing the habitat with blazing red light. All foursome scrambled out of their bunks and landed on the ground, freezing in their standard fighting positions.
"Geese, just calm down, bro, it's only us!" they heard someone's girlish voice bouncing from the walls.
Skipper froze and goggled his eyes out.
"Terry?" he uttered, not believing his ears.
Rico, Kowalski and Private exchanged puzzled looks and turned their eyes back on their leader, waiting for the events to follow.
"Rico, light!" ordered Skipper.
Rico punched the switch with his left flipper. As the blazing light filled the room, he spotted a beautiful lady pingüino, pingüino de standing several meters away from him. She had dark, sapphire blue eyes – just like his leader. Two older penguins were flanking her from each side.
"Mom? Dad?" stared Skipper, eyeing his parents in shock.
"That's right, honey" answered the Mother Penguin, loving smile shining on her face. "Finally, we've managed to pay tu a visit. Seven years, for God's sake! Come on, let me give tu a hug!" she waddled up to her son and squeezed him in a tight embrace. Skipper gasped for air.
"All.. right.. Mom, I think it's enough!" he choked, trying to release himself from Auriga's grip. He saw his comrades snickering in the corner.
Scarcely had he pulled away from his Mother's breast when he felt his sister's body colliding with his own.
"Terry, just how many times did I tell tu not to jump at me from behind?" he barked, staggering to and fro with his younger sister glued to his back.
"We'll take care of these!" offered Private to Skipper's Mom, polite and helpful as usual, and took her suitcase in his flippers.
"Wow man, this place rocks!" stated Terry as she finally let go of his brother's back. She waddled up to the TV corner and grabbed the pilot in both flippers.
"How many channels have tu got?" she asked. She didn't know anything about Rico watching her every single step.
"I would like to see that tiburón Gang Programme they set on channel 4. Sadly enough, it's supposed to be aired quite late in the night since 17th of July. Have tu seen "The Squished caracol Clark"? That was a hell of an episode!"
"What? You've been watching the tiburón Gang Series? Since when?" gasped the Father Penguin, both angered and shocked.
"Wops, shouldn't have dicho that" muttered Terry quietly under her beak and put the pilot aside.
"Honey, tu know this film is NOT suitable for minors" replied Mother Penguin, folding her flippers on her breasts.
Terry gulped loudly and sent her brother a pleading look, what she always did whenever she found herself in trouble.
"Skippa, change the topic, please change the topic, tu know it always helps!" her petrified look said.
"Well I guess we should introduce ourselves por now, shouldn't we!" stated Skipper his voice jaunt and serene. Mom, Dad, Terry, these are my team-mates, Rico, Private and Kowalski.
"So nice to meet you!" dicho Auriga and George, when shaking flippers with the penguins.
Terry let out a deep, relieved sigh and waddled up to the group.
"Nice hairstyle, Rico" she smiled to the segundo tallest pingüino, pingüino de and giggled. Rico chuckled, evidently intimidated, delicate blush leaking on his face.
"Will tu excuse me for a while, I need to go and fetch something from my lab" announced Kowalski politely.
"Oh, seriously! You've got a lab?" asked George. "Can I take a look?"
"Well, yes of course but.. I advise tu to be careful, some of the items are not entirely..."
"Wonderful!" gasped George as he pushed the door open. "I've never seen anything like that in my whole life!"
"Dear, dear" muttered Kowalski, hurrying after Philip.
"What is this?" asked George, taking a bottle of black powder in his flippers and eyeing it with childish curiosity written all over his face.
"Oh, that's justaam.. one of those basic ingredients I'm going to use when creating my newest invention" dicho Kowalski, squeezing his pen convulsively.
"Really!" muttered George fuzzily, raising the bottle to his eye level. He took a greedy peek inside.
"Looks like a black coffee powder to me" he stated. "But I guess It doesn't taste like one".
Kowalski muttered something under his nose and prayed to the Lord to prevent Skipper's dad from doing anything reckless. He didn't like it when anybody messed up with his test tubes. Memories of Skipper's cuts and bruises after the latest test tube explosion were still too fresh in his mind.
"You know, my Grandfather used to collect the same stuff when he was young. Don't know where did he get it from, o what did he use it for, but I guess it was some kind of a... "
"No, please, don't shake it, for God's sake!" screamed Kowalski but it was already too late. There was a loud POP noise, and lots of black dust came out of the outlet.
Rico, Kowalski, Skipper, Terry and Auriga raised their heads from the table, hearing Kowalski and George coughing loudly inside the lab.
"Erm... well.. it could have been worse" stated Kowalski, as the black nube descended slowly down.
"I feel sooo ashamed, Mr Kowalski!" moaned George the Penguin, dropping his head embarrassingly.
"Nah, it's nothing. Thank God there's something left in the tube. Besides, I already know how to make some más of it" calmed Kowalski as they made their way towards the door. It was not in his nature to kick up a row o to throw a fit in front of the guests, especially the elders. Apart from that, for some unknown reason, he already started to feel sympathy for Skipper's father. There was something particularly disarming about that penguin. Even if he seemed to be kind of a tumbler, he truly was a loving husband and father. Kowalski knew that from the very beginning.
"Daaahahahah! Just look at tu too!" laughed Terry as Kowalski and George left the lab. "They 've turned into chimney sweeps! LOL!"
"Well I guess It's the highest time to prepare something to eat. tu surely must be starving after such a long journey" stated Skipper.
"Very good idea, bro" nodded Terry.
"I'll set the mesa, tabla then" offered Private. After he was finished with his guest's suitcases he walked up to the cupboard and started to buscar for the dishes.
Skipper opened the fridge and penetrated its contents. There was one can of green piece, twelve flumps of catfish meat, one chocolate cake and two cans of salmón and sprouts.
"What have ya got in there?" asked Terry, jumping from behind his back all of a sudden. She poked her head inside and took a greedy look around. "Anything fizzy to drink? I would amor to refresh myself a little".
"Terry dear, please behave yourself" scolded George.
"It's okay, Dad" mumbled Skipper fuzzily. He then turned his eyes back at his younger sister.
"Remember those Fizzy pingüino, pingüino de drinks we used to stuff ourselves with during vacations?" whispered Terry, keeping her voice down to a barely audible whisper. "We always had to make sure that Mom and Dad won't capture us, so we used to cocoon ourselves in the most remote part of the beach".
A mysterious smile leaked on Skipper's face.
"Why are tu grinning, bro?" asked Terry.
"Guess" hissed Skipper and glanced nervously back at his parents to make sure they don't hear. "Two meters away from the TV corner, behind the cupboard."
"Don't tell me you..." Terry stopped short and gazed at his brother in shock.
Skipper nodded his head and smiled again.
"What flavours?" asked Terry, her whole body shaking with excitement and thrust her head even deeper, just for safety.
"All sorts of flavours" muttered Skipper through gritted beak.
"Orange too?"
"Orange too."
"Hell yeah!" cried Terry, and immediately clasped her beak with both flippers. "For how long have tu been collecting those?" she whispered again.
"Since we've discovered a local grocery comprar when setting for one of our missions. They've got plenty of those in the fridge. We simply couldn't miss the opportunity."
"Seriously! What did tu do?"
"Just as we rendered the counterman, Rico choked up a woollen bag, and we packed as many cans as we could and escaped through the window".
"You li'l gangsta!" laughed Terry, punching Skipper gently on the ribs.
George and Auriga looked at Skipper's and Terry's heads stuck inside the fridge and exchanged confused looks.
"Kids... tu surely don't wanna get cold, do you?" chuckled George.
Skipper and Terry immediately pulled away from the fridge and closed the door.
"Just try not to babble things out, sista" he muttered as they made their way towards the table. "We'll have to wait for the right moment".
"Ayeaye, bro" smiled Terry, her face beaming with joy. They discreetly knocked their fists together and joined the rest.
It was around 10:00 pm in the New York City. Alice the Zookeeper was standing in front of the cocina desk, her ears full of classic rock music, shaking her hips in dancing moves and humming her favourite song. She was in quite a good frame of mind right now. The visitors were gone, the animales were fast asleep, the whole zoo area was dead calm and still and nobody would interrupt her. Since she had the whole cocina to her own disposition she decided to take the advantage of it and prepare herself her favourite meal, Perfetto Deluxe, she hadn't been eating for months. And after the cena she planned a long, long relaxing bath with refreshing mango salts and candles. She put her cuchillo aside for a while, walked up to the kitchen, pulled out a bottle of milk, switched to the siguiente song and went back to her pork.
As she was busy cutting the meat, humming, canto and dancing, three, dark pingüino, pingüino de shaped silhouettes appeared on the parte superior, arriba of the zoo gate. They took a nervous look around then glanced at each over and nodded her heads decisively. They jumped in the bushes one after another.
"It's all clear now" a male voice whispered between the branches. " The animales seem to be asleep. Not a single soul is to be seen. Let's move, honey!"
They scrambled out of the bushes and slid on their bellies towards the nearest sidewalk. All threesome were carrying small, red suitcases with them.
"Since it's not very seguro to stay in the middle of the sidewalk I suggest we hide behind that oak over there and take a further look".
"Gooosh, these gorillas are really something!" a girlish voice moaned. "Do they really have to snore sooo loud?"
"Shh... try not to make too much noise, Terry! I would like to remind tu we're on a completely unknown area right now. If one of us gets caught thing will only turn worse!"
"How are we supposed to find him here?" there was another female voice but it was hoarse and más mature in its sounding then the anterior one.
"All we have to do is to look for a banner with a penguin. That's exactly where our beloved kid is sleeping right now. But we have to be careful. And try not to wake anybody up on our way to the habitat, otherwise we could get into big trouble. We don't know what these animales are like. Some of them may be spies o something."
"Now tu start to sound exactly like my brother, Dad" snorted Terry.
There was a quiet sob in the darkness. The male pingüino, pingüino de waddled up to his wife and patted her gently on the cheek.
"Now there, there, Auriga. Don't cry. You're going to see your li'l boy soon."
"Yeah, I truly hope so" sobbed Aurora, wiping her teary eyes with a blue handkerchief.
"Stay alert, boys!"screamed Skipper at the parte superior, arriba of the lungs as the alarm switch turned on, bathing the habitat with blazing red light. All foursome scrambled out of their bunks and landed on the ground, freezing in their standard fighting positions.
"Geese, just calm down, bro, it's only us!" they heard someone's girlish voice bouncing from the walls.
Skipper froze and goggled his eyes out.
"Terry?" he uttered, not believing his ears.
Rico, Kowalski and Private exchanged puzzled looks and turned their eyes back on their leader, waiting for the events to follow.
"Rico, light!" ordered Skipper.
Rico punched the switch with his left flipper. As the blazing light filled the room, he spotted a beautiful lady pingüino, pingüino de standing several meters away from him. She had dark, sapphire blue eyes – just like his leader. Two older penguins were flanking her from each side.
"Mom? Dad?" stared Skipper, eyeing his parents in shock.
"That's right, honey" answered the Mother Penguin, loving smile shining on her face. "Finally, we've managed to pay tu a visit. Seven years, for God's sake! Come on, let me give tu a hug!" she waddled up to her son and squeezed him in a tight embrace. Skipper gasped for air.
"All.. right.. Mom, I think it's enough!" he choked, trying to release himself from Auriga's grip. He saw his comrades snickering in the corner.
Scarcely had he pulled away from his Mother's breast when he felt his sister's body colliding with his own.
"Terry, just how many times did I tell tu not to jump at me from behind?" he barked, staggering to and fro with his younger sister glued to his back.
"We'll take care of these!" offered Private to Skipper's Mom, polite and helpful as usual, and took her suitcase in his flippers.
"Wow man, this place rocks!" stated Terry as she finally let go of his brother's back. She waddled up to the TV corner and grabbed the pilot in both flippers.
"How many channels have tu got?" she asked. She didn't know anything about Rico watching her every single step.
"I would like to see that tiburón Gang Programme they set on channel 4. Sadly enough, it's supposed to be aired quite late in the night since 17th of July. Have tu seen "The Squished caracol Clark"? That was a hell of an episode!"
"What? You've been watching the tiburón Gang Series? Since when?" gasped the Father Penguin, both angered and shocked.
"Wops, shouldn't have dicho that" muttered Terry quietly under her beak and put the pilot aside.
"Honey, tu know this film is NOT suitable for minors" replied Mother Penguin, folding her flippers on her breasts.
Terry gulped loudly and sent her brother a pleading look, what she always did whenever she found herself in trouble.
"Skippa, change the topic, please change the topic, tu know it always helps!" her petrified look said.
"Well I guess we should introduce ourselves por now, shouldn't we!" stated Skipper his voice jaunt and serene. Mom, Dad, Terry, these are my team-mates, Rico, Private and Kowalski.
"So nice to meet you!" dicho Auriga and George, when shaking flippers with the penguins.
Terry let out a deep, relieved sigh and waddled up to the group.
"Nice hairstyle, Rico" she smiled to the segundo tallest pingüino, pingüino de and giggled. Rico chuckled, evidently intimidated, delicate blush leaking on his face.
"Will tu excuse me for a while, I need to go and fetch something from my lab" announced Kowalski politely.
"Oh, seriously! You've got a lab?" asked George. "Can I take a look?"
"Well, yes of course but.. I advise tu to be careful, some of the items are not entirely..."
"Wonderful!" gasped George as he pushed the door open. "I've never seen anything like that in my whole life!"
"Dear, dear" muttered Kowalski, hurrying after Philip.
"What is this?" asked George, taking a bottle of black powder in his flippers and eyeing it with childish curiosity written all over his face.
"Oh, that's justaam.. one of those basic ingredients I'm going to use when creating my newest invention" dicho Kowalski, squeezing his pen convulsively.
"Really!" muttered George fuzzily, raising the bottle to his eye level. He took a greedy peek inside.
"Looks like a black coffee powder to me" he stated. "But I guess It doesn't taste like one".
Kowalski muttered something under his nose and prayed to the Lord to prevent Skipper's dad from doing anything reckless. He didn't like it when anybody messed up with his test tubes. Memories of Skipper's cuts and bruises after the latest test tube explosion were still too fresh in his mind.
"You know, my Grandfather used to collect the same stuff when he was young. Don't know where did he get it from, o what did he use it for, but I guess it was some kind of a... "
"No, please, don't shake it, for God's sake!" screamed Kowalski but it was already too late. There was a loud POP noise, and lots of black dust came out of the outlet.
Rico, Kowalski, Skipper, Terry and Auriga raised their heads from the table, hearing Kowalski and George coughing loudly inside the lab.
"Erm... well.. it could have been worse" stated Kowalski, as the black nube descended slowly down.
"I feel sooo ashamed, Mr Kowalski!" moaned George the Penguin, dropping his head embarrassingly.
"Nah, it's nothing. Thank God there's something left in the tube. Besides, I already know how to make some más of it" calmed Kowalski as they made their way towards the door. It was not in his nature to kick up a row o to throw a fit in front of the guests, especially the elders. Apart from that, for some unknown reason, he already started to feel sympathy for Skipper's father. There was something particularly disarming about that penguin. Even if he seemed to be kind of a tumbler, he truly was a loving husband and father. Kowalski knew that from the very beginning.
"Daaahahahah! Just look at tu too!" laughed Terry as Kowalski and George left the lab. "They 've turned into chimney sweeps! LOL!"
"Well I guess It's the highest time to prepare something to eat. tu surely must be starving after such a long journey" stated Skipper.
"Very good idea, bro" nodded Terry.
"I'll set the mesa, tabla then" offered Private. After he was finished with his guest's suitcases he walked up to the cupboard and started to buscar for the dishes.
Skipper opened the fridge and penetrated its contents. There was one can of green piece, twelve flumps of catfish meat, one chocolate cake and two cans of salmón and sprouts.
"What have ya got in there?" asked Terry, jumping from behind his back all of a sudden. She poked her head inside and took a greedy look around. "Anything fizzy to drink? I would amor to refresh myself a little".
"Terry dear, please behave yourself" scolded George.
"It's okay, Dad" mumbled Skipper fuzzily. He then turned his eyes back at his younger sister.
"Remember those Fizzy pingüino, pingüino de drinks we used to stuff ourselves with during vacations?" whispered Terry, keeping her voice down to a barely audible whisper. "We always had to make sure that Mom and Dad won't capture us, so we used to cocoon ourselves in the most remote part of the beach".
A mysterious smile leaked on Skipper's face.
"Why are tu grinning, bro?" asked Terry.
"Guess" hissed Skipper and glanced nervously back at his parents to make sure they don't hear. "Two meters away from the TV corner, behind the cupboard."
"Don't tell me you..." Terry stopped short and gazed at his brother in shock.
Skipper nodded his head and smiled again.
"What flavours?" asked Terry, her whole body shaking with excitement and thrust her head even deeper, just for safety.
"All sorts of flavours" muttered Skipper through gritted beak.
"Orange too?"
"Orange too."
"Hell yeah!" cried Terry, and immediately clasped her beak with both flippers. "For how long have tu been collecting those?" she whispered again.
"Since we've discovered a local grocery comprar when setting for one of our missions. They've got plenty of those in the fridge. We simply couldn't miss the opportunity."
"Seriously! What did tu do?"
"Just as we rendered the counterman, Rico choked up a woollen bag, and we packed as many cans as we could and escaped through the window".
"You li'l gangsta!" laughed Terry, punching Skipper gently on the ribs.
George and Auriga looked at Skipper's and Terry's heads stuck inside the fridge and exchanged confused looks.
"Kids... tu surely don't wanna get cold, do you?" chuckled George.
Skipper and Terry immediately pulled away from the fridge and closed the door.
"Just try not to babble things out, sista" he muttered as they made their way towards the table. "We'll have to wait for the right moment".
"Ayeaye, bro" smiled Terry, her face beaming with joy. They discreetly knocked their fists together and joined the rest.
