It was a normal evening in the pingüino, pingüino de HQ. Kowalski, Rico, and Skipper were playing cards, David's designing a new racecar via sketch, I'm listening to music, and Mastique and Jessica are practicing combat training.
Mastique: Don't forget to pleay, Jessica.
Jessica: Don't worry, Mom.
S: Got any Eights?
R: Awww! (hands cards over)
K: Go fish. (there's some música coming from topside)
Me: What? (takes off ear bud) Is that a piano?
K: The sound of a piano, yes.
Me: I know that. Sounds like a familiar song and it's coming from topside.
S: Well, we should check it out. For all we know, it could be a bomb disguised as a música box. Don't get me started on what happened to Manfreedi and Johnson.
David: (by the entrance) Or, it could just be Private playing a piano.
R: Say what?
Topside
S: (sees Private playing a piano) Private!
P: (screams and turns around) Oh, hola Skipper.
Mastique: Private, I didn't think tu play on the piano. How long have tu played?
P: Since a couple of weeks ago. I went to visit Monique in the park and I saw she was playing notes on a paino at her place. When she went outside to get some fresh air, I wondered what it was like to play a piano, so i tried it out.
K: How did tu know which song to play?
P: I just heard a song from outside.
Me: Wow, I guess tu play por ear, too, huh? registrarse the club. Up high! (Private and I high five)
K: tu play por ear, Monique?
Me: Of course, Kowalski. I find it hard to believe that some people can't.
K: Prove it. (I use the paino to play a few notes from "Savin' Me" por Nickelback)
Me: That proof enough for you?
K: Alright, then.
Me: Hey, maybe some of tu guys can learn to play por ear, too.
S: Forget it, I don't go all finger frilly o flipper frilly for paino keys.
P: Come on, Skipper. Can't it help get your feelings out a bit?
S: Well, I'll think about it.
Mastique: Don't forget to pleay, Jessica.
Jessica: Don't worry, Mom.
S: Got any Eights?
R: Awww! (hands cards over)
K: Go fish. (there's some música coming from topside)
Me: What? (takes off ear bud) Is that a piano?
K: The sound of a piano, yes.
Me: I know that. Sounds like a familiar song and it's coming from topside.
S: Well, we should check it out. For all we know, it could be a bomb disguised as a música box. Don't get me started on what happened to Manfreedi and Johnson.
David: (by the entrance) Or, it could just be Private playing a piano.
R: Say what?
Topside
S: (sees Private playing a piano) Private!
P: (screams and turns around) Oh, hola Skipper.
Mastique: Private, I didn't think tu play on the piano. How long have tu played?
P: Since a couple of weeks ago. I went to visit Monique in the park and I saw she was playing notes on a paino at her place. When she went outside to get some fresh air, I wondered what it was like to play a piano, so i tried it out.
K: How did tu know which song to play?
P: I just heard a song from outside.
Me: Wow, I guess tu play por ear, too, huh? registrarse the club. Up high! (Private and I high five)
K: tu play por ear, Monique?
Me: Of course, Kowalski. I find it hard to believe that some people can't.
K: Prove it. (I use the paino to play a few notes from "Savin' Me" por Nickelback)
Me: That proof enough for you?
K: Alright, then.
Me: Hey, maybe some of tu guys can learn to play por ear, too.
S: Forget it, I don't go all finger frilly o flipper frilly for paino keys.
P: Come on, Skipper. Can't it help get your feelings out a bit?
S: Well, I'll think about it.
They walked up to the house. The old grey porch creaked. They opened the door. A faint light cast shadows on the stone walls. It smelled of dirt and mothballs. o maybe dirty mothballs.
"Ow!" Yelled Skipper.
Kowalski glanced over Skipper. He had stepped on a board that flipped up and hit him in the face.
"Ssshh." dicho Kowalski.
"Ow." Wispered Skipper.
They heard footsteps. They ran out the door and back to the base.
"How about we Just knock." Suggested Privete, "or correo electrónico him."
***
Bang,bang,bang. The door didn't open. Bang,bang,bang. Still .didn't.
"Rico, rope." ordered Skipper.
"Here Skipper." dicho Rico handing him a rope.
"Perfect."
Skipper made a lasso and lassoed the weathervane.
"Skippah," dicho Privete "couldn't we try something a little less… well, dangerous."
"Sure Privete. Got any ideas?" dicho Skipper.
The door creaked open. A peice of papper blew in front of Skippers face. It said: TO BE CONTIUED. XD
"Ow!" Yelled Skipper.
Kowalski glanced over Skipper. He had stepped on a board that flipped up and hit him in the face.
"Ssshh." dicho Kowalski.
"Ow." Wispered Skipper.
They heard footsteps. They ran out the door and back to the base.
"How about we Just knock." Suggested Privete, "or correo electrónico him."
***
Bang,bang,bang. The door didn't open. Bang,bang,bang. Still .didn't.
"Rico, rope." ordered Skipper.
"Here Skipper." dicho Rico handing him a rope.
"Perfect."
Skipper made a lasso and lassoed the weathervane.
"Skippah," dicho Privete "couldn't we try something a little less… well, dangerous."
"Sure Privete. Got any ideas?" dicho Skipper.
The door creaked open. A peice of papper blew in front of Skippers face. It said: TO BE CONTIUED. XD