Rico and Private had been following the chrome langosta for 6 hours now, it was getting fairly boring. Private was trying new tricks on his skates, while Rico was exploding misceláneo trees.
Rico accidentally hit a gas tank, and made an explosion so loud, the aftershock blew them down. "Woah!" Private exclaimed, "That was awesome! Do it again!" So Rico looked around for another gas tank, found one, and made another giant explosion. They cheered and yelled, then Rico put the misil launcher back down his throat, thinking he had done enough damage for the day.
Private sighed, "Well, I guess we should get back to following that... Wait, where'd it go? It can't just disappear like that!" But it had, there was no sign of it anywhere. "I bet this has something to do with Blowhole, it has to!" Private and Rico hi-fived each other, thinking they had made a great discovery. Rico started sniffing along the ground, trying to catch the scent. He started to give up hope, when he felt the faint smell of metal in his beak. He started jumping up and down like crazy, then slid off, Private right on his tail.
After only a few minutos of sliding, Rico lost the scent. "What do tu mean tu lost the scent?" Private yelled angrily, but Rico just whimpered. "Alright, I forgive you. But now what are we supposed to do? We're miles away from home, and we lost our mission!" Rico started jumping up and down, and pointed to a coffee comprar across the street.
"Coffee? At a time like this? Brilliant idea, Rico!" And the two penguins waddled into the coffee shop.
"Sorry, Skipper, I'm still not finding anything." Kowalski had been surfing the web in the zoo's computer for hours, trying to find info on where Blowhole was.
"Well look harder, we have to find him! Speaking of finding people, I wonder where Rico and Private are..." Skipper started calling for them, "Rico! Private! We're home!!"
Kowalski was still trying to find the info. "Don't worry about them, Skipper. They're trained professionals, they can handle anything! Oh wait, I think I found something!"
"What is it?"
"It's his facebook page. Current residence: Underground Massachusetts Bay. I guess that narrows it down a bit!"
"What kind of secret hideout is that? Putting it right on your facebook page, how much más obvious can that get? And how can he even type, he doesn't have fingers! Plus I'm pretty sure internet doesn't go to the bottom of a bay!"
"Just help me get the sub ready!"
"Don't talk to your commander like that!"
"I can say what I want to say, I have rights too tu know!"
"Oh no tu didn't!"
"Oh yes I did!"
"Oh no tu didn't!"
"JUST SHUT UP AND HELP ME GET THE SUB READY!!!"
"Okay! Bossy little..."
Rico accidentally hit a gas tank, and made an explosion so loud, the aftershock blew them down. "Woah!" Private exclaimed, "That was awesome! Do it again!" So Rico looked around for another gas tank, found one, and made another giant explosion. They cheered and yelled, then Rico put the misil launcher back down his throat, thinking he had done enough damage for the day.
Private sighed, "Well, I guess we should get back to following that... Wait, where'd it go? It can't just disappear like that!" But it had, there was no sign of it anywhere. "I bet this has something to do with Blowhole, it has to!" Private and Rico hi-fived each other, thinking they had made a great discovery. Rico started sniffing along the ground, trying to catch the scent. He started to give up hope, when he felt the faint smell of metal in his beak. He started jumping up and down like crazy, then slid off, Private right on his tail.
After only a few minutos of sliding, Rico lost the scent. "What do tu mean tu lost the scent?" Private yelled angrily, but Rico just whimpered. "Alright, I forgive you. But now what are we supposed to do? We're miles away from home, and we lost our mission!" Rico started jumping up and down, and pointed to a coffee comprar across the street.
"Coffee? At a time like this? Brilliant idea, Rico!" And the two penguins waddled into the coffee shop.
"Sorry, Skipper, I'm still not finding anything." Kowalski had been surfing the web in the zoo's computer for hours, trying to find info on where Blowhole was.
"Well look harder, we have to find him! Speaking of finding people, I wonder where Rico and Private are..." Skipper started calling for them, "Rico! Private! We're home!!"
Kowalski was still trying to find the info. "Don't worry about them, Skipper. They're trained professionals, they can handle anything! Oh wait, I think I found something!"
"What is it?"
"It's his facebook page. Current residence: Underground Massachusetts Bay. I guess that narrows it down a bit!"
"What kind of secret hideout is that? Putting it right on your facebook page, how much más obvious can that get? And how can he even type, he doesn't have fingers! Plus I'm pretty sure internet doesn't go to the bottom of a bay!"
"Just help me get the sub ready!"
"Don't talk to your commander like that!"
"I can say what I want to say, I have rights too tu know!"
"Oh no tu didn't!"
"Oh yes I did!"
"Oh no tu didn't!"
"JUST SHUT UP AND HELP ME GET THE SUB READY!!!"
"Okay! Bossy little..."
"Skipper, haven't we heard this code before? 'Take me out to the ball game?'"
"I believe you're right, Kowalski. A couple months ago, when Marlene had that roommate, I think I remember hearing that exact phrase."
"So tu think Rhonda's returned?"
"I'm afraid so. And if Rhonda's returned, that must mean that Blowhole is after us again. That Blowhole never rests, does he?"
"Shouldn't we go inform Private and Rico?"
"I don't think we have time for that!"
"What do tu mean we-"
"DUCK!" Skipper yelled as a giant chrome langosta crashed through the roof. They slide out of the way, and escape through the back door into the sewer. Then they climb up to the ladder and go out into the park, seguro from the danger, for now.
"Skipper..." Started Kowalski.
"Yes?"
"WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?!?"
"I believe Blowhole has made a bit of an advancement on chrome claw. A deadly one, I might add."
"I believe you're right, Kowalski. A couple months ago, when Marlene had that roommate, I think I remember hearing that exact phrase."
"So tu think Rhonda's returned?"
"I'm afraid so. And if Rhonda's returned, that must mean that Blowhole is after us again. That Blowhole never rests, does he?"
"Shouldn't we go inform Private and Rico?"
"I don't think we have time for that!"
"What do tu mean we-"
"DUCK!" Skipper yelled as a giant chrome langosta crashed through the roof. They slide out of the way, and escape through the back door into the sewer. Then they climb up to the ladder and go out into the park, seguro from the danger, for now.
"Skipper..." Started Kowalski.
"Yes?"
"WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?!?"
"I believe Blowhole has made a bit of an advancement on chrome claw. A deadly one, I might add."