Penguin Days of Summer: Wrath of Egypt

by penguin adventures

everything was normal in New York until Cleopatra's Nettle falls into a sinkhole. shortly afterward some of the world's major cities are covered in sand when a freak sandstorm hit. The Penguin go on a worldwide Transdimesional clean up but find themselves face to face to an Egyptian god or two. Can the Penguins and New York survive the wrath of Egypt?

1. Chapter One: Desert in New York

August 4th 2015

Central Park, Cleopatra's Nettle

10:00 A.M. Eastern Standard Time

(Skipper's POV)

"Skipper," Kowalski said, "the rats are all over the nettle." "Any sign of the Rat Monarach," I said. "None," he replied. "Why would they be interested in that," Private said, "we destroyed the Treasure of the Golden Squirrel." "And we have the key…somewhere," I replied. Rico hacked up the Map, "Rico get rid of that we don't need it anymore." Rico threw the tablet with the map to his right and readied his flamethrower. "I have a Visual on the Rat King!" Kowalski shouted. "What in the name of me are you doing?" Julian said. "Ringtail you can't just…" "Rats! Get them!" "right away boss," another rat said. We took out the Rats and knocked out the king, "this is not awesome."

"Skipper…" Kowalski, "I'm detecting high levels of spectral energy." "From where?" "The Nettle," Kowalski replied. We turned to the obelisk and found that all the Heiroglyphs were aglow. "Um boss should we get out of here?" "Totally," The Rat King said backing off, "Run!" All the Rat fled as the ground started to shake. "Blowhole…" I said. "No," Kowalski said, "Not him." "The Red Squirrel?" Private asked. "He's in jail," I replied as cracks started to form, "Move! Move! Move!"

We retreated as the cracks started to open and the obelisk seemed to glow brighter. "Kowalski anlysis?" "This is no scientific explaination for that!" and then the ground collapsed leaving behind a massive crater. "A sinkhole?" "There's no caves in the middle of New York City." We hid behind the bushes as Fire engines and police cars arrived at the scene. Several New Vans showed up as well along with a News Helicopter. "Let's return to the Base before the area gets swarmed with Reporters from around the country." We left the area and returned to Headquarters.

2 hours later…

Penguin HQ

"This Chuck Charles reporting live from Central Park," The News reporter said, "Behind me is a massive sinkhole where Cleopatra's Nettle once stood…" The New Boardcast switched to a overhead view of the disaster area. "An important part of the History of park and of the city is now gone...Emergency workers reported that noone was present at the time of the collapse. Central Park will remain closed until the sinkhole is filled in and The Zoo has announced that it will close as well."

I turned away from the TV and said, "see nothing bad happened." "Skipper sinkholes just don't form for no reason," Kowalski said, "it looks more like a crater to me." "Skipper," Private said back from his flyby, "The Nettle is at the bottom of the sinkhole an it's still in one piece." "That's Impossible we all saw it fall over," I said. "Skipper," Private said, "you have to see this!" "This is Gale force with breaking weather news!" the weatherman said, "We are currently experiencing a freak sandstorm…" "Sandstorm?" I asked. "We're not in a desert," Private said. "Vast parts of the city are now buried in sand," the weatherman continued, "It is advised that you stay inside!"

"Something is wrong here," Kowalski said, "either New York is suddenly in a desert or…" "The Desert came to us," I replied. "There are similar reports of sandstorms in Seattle, Chicago, London, Paris, Washington D.C., Moscow, Berlin, and Rome." "The Weather forecasting community is at a lost on how to explain this." I turned off the TV, "Kowalski where is this sand coming from?" "Based on my calucations…over the Atlantic." "What?" Private, Rico, and I said. "Ready the Super-plane," I said, "we're heading to the source!"

(end of chapter one)