A.N.- Hey everyone! Here's my next one!
Trixy: Oh, joy.
Private: Be nice Trixy.
Trixy: Oh alright, yay! Go new story!...Happy now?
Private: (rolls eyes) I suppose.
Me: Anyway Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Family Summons
(Nobody's POV)
"Come on, boys, let's go topside today for training." says Skipper. It had been raining non-stop for the past two weeks and the penguins hadn't exited their HQ at all during that those two, soggy weeks. This was the first day that it wasn't raining. Kowalski, Rico, and Private nod.
"That's an excellent idea, sir." Kowalski says. Skipper nods.
"Alright, lets go." The penguins exit their habitat and sit on their ice flow.
"Look, Skippah! A rainbow!" Private says pointing at the sky.
"Yes, Private, I believe that the rain has finally stopped...at least for today." Kowalski says.
"Yeah, no rain." Rico says. He regurgitates a stick of dynamite. "Kabboom?" Skipper looks at him.
"No, Rico, you may cause a cloud burst." Skipper says.
"Aww." Rico sadly re-swallows the TNT. Private pats him on the back.
"Hmm, Kowalski, what's today?" Skipper asks. Kowalski whips out his clipboard and looks at it.
"Um, Monday, September 17." Kowalski replies. Skipper frowns.
"If it's Monday, then where's the mail?"
"Maybe the postal pigeon is sick." Private suggests. Kowalski shakes his head.
"No, Private, if the carrier pigeon was sick then they would have sent a substitute with our mail." Kowalski says.
"Oh. Maybe they just forgot to bring it to us... or maybe we don't have any mail."
"No mail? Private, we ALWAYS get mail! Someone must have went postal with our postage! It's a conspiracy I tell you!" Skipper says throwing his flippers it the air in emphasis. "A conspiracy!" Kowalski clears his throat.
"I highly doubt that that's what has become of our mail, Skipper." Kowalski says.
"Mail go kaboom?" Rico suggests.
"No, Rico, I don't think that someone blew up the PPPS."
"Um, K'wolalski, what's the PPPS?" Private asks confused.
"It's the Penguin Pigeon Postal Service. And I highly doubt that anyone blew up our mail service or went postal on our mail."
"Then what the sam-hill do you think happened to the mail, Kowalski?"
"Personally, Skipper, I think it's just late." Then as if on que the mall falls into the penguin habitat. Kowalski smiles smugly.
"Kowalski, put a coin in the show-off jar." Skipper says; Rico regurgitates the jar and holds it out to Kowalski. Kowalski sighs and puts a coin in the jar. Skipper picks up the mail. "Rico, that new weaponry catalog you've been waiting for is here."
"Oh yeah!" Rico says taking the catalog from Skipper.
"Kowalski, your scientific magazine... Isn't here."
"I would have been surprised if it was, sir, since I haven't re-subscribed yet." Kowalski replies. Skipper nods and continues to look through the mail.
"Junk mail...more junk mail...even more junk mail...and a letter for Private." Private waddles over to get the letter. He immediately opens and reads it.
"Oh fish sticks!" He mumbles while reading the letter.
"So, Private, what does it say?" Kowalski asks curiously.
"It's a lettah from Lieutenant; he's ordering me to come back to London for a few days because my othah siblings will be in town." Private replies.
"What's so bad about that?" Skipper asks.
"You wouldn't understand, sir." Skipper raises a non-existent eyebrow and crosses his flippers.
"Try me." Private takes a deep breath.
"Okay, the last time I saw all of my oldah siblings togethah we practically had WWIII. And no doubt this time will be no different."
"Oh really? Well, in that case we'll come with you."
"To London? Oh, no, Skippah, really that's not necessary."
"Of course it is; besides, I'm curious to meet your other brothers."
"Brothah and sistah, actually. They're twins."
"Alright, well, let's get packing."
(Private's POV)
I walk into the HQ and hear my phone ringing. I answer it. "Hello?"
"Hey, Priv, I've got horrible news." Trixy says.
"What is it?"
"Mum and Dad have ordered me to go back to London for a few days."
"Really? Lieutenant ordered me to do the same; I guess it will be just like last time."
"Most likely...maybe Lieutenant will remembah to hide the paint-ball guns this time."
"I hope so. Oh and Skippah, Rico, and K'walski are coming too."
"Why?"
"They just wanted to."
"Oh, okay, well I guess I meet you there tomorrow, bye."
"Bye." I hang up and start packing.