A.N.- Okay here is my newest one! I know it may be a bit sadish. It's supposed to be. Anyway I hope you all enjoy the song and the end of it. LOL I thought it fit this quite well and couldn't resist.
Trixy: Yeah, Enjoy!
Me: How on Earth did you manage to get on here?!
Trixy: (Smiling sneakily) Talent. Now zip it; the readers want to read.
Me: (Rolls eyes) Fine; I'll stop talking now.
Together: Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own POM or etc. I only own my own stuffs.
Chapter 1: MIA
(Nobody's POV)
"I don't think I can hold formation much longah, Skippah." Private says. The team of penguins was breaking into Alice's office.
"Steady, Private, steady. Okay, Rico, paperclip me." Skipper says; Rico regurgitates a paperclip and tosses it up to Skipper. Skipper then bends it in a certain way and unlocks the window. "Alright, reverse formation!" The penguins reverse their formation and enter into the office. Kowalski logs onto the computer.
"Agh! She changed the password!" Kowalski mumbles crossly. "Let's see; 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. Nope."
"Rico, hack the system. Kowalski's way will take too long." Rico salutes and regurgitates a chainsaw.
"Woohoo!" The maniac exclaims as he cuts into the computer's mainframe. The computer beeps.
"We're in, sir…and our weekly game of solitaire is intact."
"Excellent! Okay, let's play some computer solitaire!" Rico, Skipper, and Kowalski start the game and Private sits on the windowsill; he was on guard duty. "Red eight on the black nine, Kowalski." Private had a strange feeling that something wasn't quite right; he had been having this feeling for the past couple of days. He hadn't told Skipper or the others because he thought it was probably nothing and would just go away…but it hadn't.
"Skippah, I'll be right back I'm going to go get my phone." Private says climbing out the window.
"Yeah, yeah, go ahead. Black queen on the red king and right click on that there A, Kowalski." Private slides over to the HQ and grabs his cell phone and slides back to Alice's office. He then calls Trixy; she doesn't answer.
"Why wouldn't Trixy answer her phone? She always does." Private thinks. He then calls Skippsy.
"Hello? Who's this?" Skippsy says on the phone.
"Hello, this is Private, is Trixy there? She didn't answer her phone." Private says.
"I'm sorry, Private, she's not here. She went MIA this morning and is still missing." She replies sadly.
"M-MIA! Wha-How?"
"We were on a mission early this morning, around 0200 hours, and the secret lair we were in exploded and there was mass chaos and confusion. She just vanished. My team and I looked and looked for her; but she was nowhere to be found. We just assumed the worst. I'm sorry, Private."
"I-It's okay. I-I'll be okay. Thank you, Skippsy."
"You're welcome, Private. Good bye."
"Good bye." Private hung up the phone and looked up at the full moon. It was a blue moon that night. "How fitting; a blue moon."
"Red two of hearts on it's A, Kowalski." Says Skipper. Skipper looks over at Private. "Is there something wrong, Private?" Private nods.
"Yeah, Trixy's gone MIA. She probably died in an explosion."
"When did that happen?"
"0200 hours this morning."
"Well, maybe she's okay. Just keep that in mind, she didn't necessarily die in that explosion; she could be a hostage or something."
"Well that makes me feel much better, Skippah." Private sighs shaking his head.
"Yes! We won, sir." Exclaims Kowalski excitedly. He looks over at Skipper and Private and sees Private's face. "Um, did I miss something?"
"Nothing much, Kowalski, Trixy's just presumed dead." Skipper says matter-of-factly.
"Oh. Okay, well…um…maybe we should go ahead back to our habitat?"
"Agreed, back to the HQ team." Kowalski turns off the computer and they all slide back to their HQ. Private goes immediately to his level.
(Private's POV)
MIA…Trixy's MIA…Missing In Action…Those three letters; those three words kept running through my mind. That's all I could think. Is that why I everything's been feeling strange? Because something no doubt terrible has happened to Trixy? I pick up a small rubber ball and toss it at the wall; it bounces back and I catch it and repeat. I finally grow bored of this and I turn on my radio. Talking to the Moon by Bruno Mars was on; I turned up the volume and sang along.
I know you're somewheah out there
Somewheah far away
I want you back
I want you back
My neighbors think
I'm crazy
But they don't understand
You're all I had
You're all I had
{Chorus}
At night when the stars
Light up my room
I sit by myself
Talking to the Moon.
Trying to get to you
In hopes you're on
The othah side
Talking to me too.
Or am I a fool
Who sits alone
Talking to the moon?
Ohooooo….
I'm feeling like
I'm famous
The talk of the town
They say
I've gone mad
Yeah
I've gone mad
But the don't know
What I know
'Cause when the
Sun goes down
Someone's talking back
Yeah
They're talking back
Ohhh
{Chorus:}
At night when the stars
Light up my room
I sit by myself
Talking to the Moon.
Trying to get to you
In hopes you're on
The othah side
Talking to me too.
Or am I a fool
Who sits alone
Talking to the moon?
Ahh…Ahh…Ah…
Do you evah hear me calling?
(Ahh…Ahh…Ahh…)
Ho hou ho ho hou
'Cause every night
I'm talking to the moon
Still trying to get to you
In hopes you're on
The othah side
Talking to me too
Or am I fool
Who sits alone
Talking to the moon?
Ohooooo…..
I know you're somewheah out there
Somewheah far away
Once the song goes off, I turn the radio back off and lean back in my chair in thought. "Maybe there's a way to find her…Maybe she really is okay…Maybe…I think I'll try calling her again…One nevah knows…she could be fine." I say I reach over to my phone to try calling her again.