Disclaimer: I only own this story and my OCs (Annelise, Lovise, and Vibeke).
Operation: Denmark
Chapter 1: The Mona Lisa
It was after closing time at The Danish Museum of Art and Design. One of the air ducts opened. Skipper (a short penguin with a flat head), Manfredi (a skinny penguin with somewhat messy head feathers), Johnson (a tall penguin with a crew cut), and Hans (a lean puffin) jumped out of it.
"Alright, men," Skipper said, turning to face his team. "Operation: Lady in the Painting is ago. I'll head North. Hans, you head South. Manfredi, East. And Johnson, West. When one of you finds the painting, call the others. Then we can send it back to Paris, and return to our HQ back at Pittsburgh. Move out!"
Skipper and Hans bellyslid in their assigned directions. Manfredi was about to do the same, when he noticed Johnson hesitating.
"Is something wrong?" Manfredi asked.
Johnson looked at him. "I'm just a little unsure about the mission," he confessed. "I mean, Hans is from Denmark. Don't you think it's weird that he just happened to have intel that the most famous painting in the world was stolen and taken here-to Denmark?"
Manfredi shook his head. "Johnson, Hans is a nice guy. Okay, I'll admit that he's a little mischievous, but I wouldn't say-"
He stopped mid-sentence. He and Johnson looked up at the artwork in front of them. It was the Mona Lisa-the painting they had been searching for!
"Was that there, before?" Johnson asked.
"See?" Manfredi asked, grabbing a can of air freshener from seemingly behind his back. "Hans was right!" He sprayed the air freshener in front of the painting. Red security lasers appeared. "That's why I'm the smart one." Johnson rolled his eyes.
The two of them carefully dodged the lasers until they reached the Mona Lisa. They slowly removed the painting from the wall. Right when they did, an alarm went off. A security guard ran over to them and quickly snatched them in a net. The Mona Lisa fell to the ground, miraculously unharmed.
Johnson looked it over. Is her hair suppose to be black? he wondered.
Manfredi grabbed his walky-talky. "Skipper, come in, Skipper."
"Skipper, here," was heard through the walky-talky.
"Skipper," Manfredi began, trying not to let his panic show in his voice. "We've got a serious problem."
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