The Penguin Band:

Slash's Revenge

So, if you've read my past stories, you might've seen my story, "How Did the Penguin Band Form?" Well, I've decided to make a new addition to my Penguin Band stories, something some people might've wanted…

Oh, and uh, this is sort of a 'cross over' with my EPF line – I created a little while ago.

"Yes, thank you!" Petey K, the band's accordion player and shouted from the stage of where his band, the Penguin Band, was playing. Penguins were shouting and demanding an encore!

"Bruh, do you think we should do an encore again?" Franky, the band's acoustic guitar player, asked.

"First off," G Billy, the band's leader and drummer player, started. "Don't ever say 'bruh'…bruh."

"Yes, that act isn't very cool…" Stompin' Bob, the band's 'bass guitar' player, replied.

"I can't pull it off when I'm in country-style, eh?" Franky laughed. They all had their old cowboy hats on, because, quite frankly (or quite franky, heh.), their cowboy look was rated their best.

"Not really," G Billy waved to the crowd as Stompin' Bob and Petey K started to head back to the backstage.

"Heh, sorry," Franky smiled. They headed backstage where they saw the band's manager – Sir Gold Smith. He was a golden penguin, not just by color! He was rich and if a band was signed to him, they'd be rich, too. And since he signed the Penguin Band, they were nearly gold!

The backstage was something you'd dream of. Gold leather seats everywhere, and at the fourth wall there was a kitchen. There was a couch circle for band meetings and an instrument chest. There was a makeup area and a video game area. They pretty much LIVED here. They usually played Call of Duty: EPF Style and stuff. They had a large floor HD TV and a couple computers. They had beds (6) and puffle beds, because what penguins didn't have puffles? Don't answer that. Anyways, the room was just a penguin's paradise.

"Hey, how are my great friends?" Gold smiled. "How was the show?"

"It was great! They wanted an encore twice!" G Billy smiled.

"You gave them one?" Gold asked, hopeful.

"Yeah," Franky put his guitar in the case. "They wanted a hardcore encore…" He put emphasis on the words, 'hardcore encore'.

"They sure love us, eh?" Petey K tosses a drumstick to G Billy.

"Hey, guess what?" Gold smiled.

"What…?" They band asked suspiciously.

"I got the Dock's Weekly Performances back!" Gold laughed.

"Seriously?" G Billy asked hopeful.

"How?" Stompin' Bob asked. The bass guitar player was always asking questions expecting answers.

"Well, I called Billybob and we talked it over and he said it'd be great for you and other penguins that want, you know, to get discovered." Gold explained. "Not a lot of effort at all!"

"Great to hear!" Petey K smiled. "Gold, ever since you signed us, I've thought of us as…" He put his arm on Gold's shoulder.

"As what?" Gold asked, looking at Petey K's arm on the Gold Smith's shoulder.

"Huh? What?" Petey K asked, confused.

"Uh, anyways," Franky changed the subject. "I'm tired, and I need rest. After a night of 'Better Days' and 'Flipper Stomper' and maybe some others, I think we deserve sleep, don't you?"

"Pfft, yeah," Stompin' Bob smiled. "But I could use some pizza first,"

"Got any in the fridge, Goldeh?" G Billy asked from the other end of backstage. He was digging through the instrument chest for his snare drum.

"Yeah, I think so," Gold ran over to the fridge to find some leftover pizza.

"Hey Petey K, guess what?" Franky approached.

"Yeah?"

Franky swiped at Petey K. "I just stole your bearings!"

"You did?" Petey K felt around his body. He was very gullible. "Give them back!" He chased Franky around the room until Franky said he dropped them in the instrument chest.

Petey K ran over to G Billy and shoved him out of the way and started looking while Franky laughed his rear off.

"Ow, dude, that hurt!" G Billy took off his hat and rubbed his head. "Don't you realize that?" He got up and looked at Petey K who fondled through the chest.

"Can't talk! I can't find my bearings!" Petey K didn't even look at his buddy.

"Dude, that's just a joke on you. You still have your bearings," G Billy smiled and giggled.

"Oh," Petey K was relieved. He started to laugh at the prank. "Nice one."

"Well, the pizza is gone," Gold shut the fridge door. "But we do have some left over coffee."

They all grabbed some coffee and headed for their beds. It was late; they were tired; the fans were headed home. But somewhere in the igloo address of **** ***** ****, a penguin was planning something drastic.

"Dash! Get your furry end over here!" Slash, a former famous music producer of Club Penguin, yelled to his black puffle, Dash. Slash was a black-colored penguin with a huge top hat and some dread looking hair with some shades and a neat rocking guitar, as well as a leather rock jacket that had a chest opening and to end it off with some rock boots. He was a very rich penguin; but just forgotten about. He was the face of music on the island before the Penguin Band. He was mean, ruthless and did I say mean? He was also stubborn. And mean. Penguins loved his music, but they didn't know he was…mean. Only the four penguins, G Billy, Stompin' Bob, Petey K and Franky knew and they hated him! They took him out of business. He was about to get signed to Gold Smith, the island's top record producer, but then, he signed the Penguin Band instead. He could remember the day all through his mind.

The flashback of the century…

"So, you'll be back here next week, eh?" Slash asked Gold Smith. He was eager to get a record deal and produce tons of music. He'd have fans everywhere!

"Why?" asked Gold Smith.

"Because I couldn't play tonight," Slash replied.

"I said that before. BEFORE, Slash! This is after, and I just found my next stars!" Gold Smith got up and waddled up to the stage to offer a record deal to the next awesome band of his.

End flashback, kids!

He just couldn't believe that happened. It was because of those annoying penguins. Now he was plotting revenge. Better than his revenge that sucked the last time. This might end the Penguin Band forever!

"Mwahahaha!" Slash laughed, evilly.

"Dude, are you done yet?" Dash hopped up on the table and asked. He wore a Puffle-Translator 3000 that Slash himself made for his puffle. After all, who would help him plot his dastardly plans?

"Huh? Oh, uh, hi Dash…" Slash paused. "I'm plotting revenge on those annoying penguins! Want to help?"

"I don't want any part of your failing plans, dude," Dash was a black puffle so he spoke the slang. He hopped off the table.

"I will show you that this revenge will end them!" Slash laughed, evilly. "And you will see it!"

"Whatever!" Dash called from the other room.

"Fool…" muttered Slash, looking down at a paper he had in front of him.

Heh heh, nice, eh? I've got a neat revenge planned for the story.

So, that's all for this chapter…hope you enjoyed it. Expect the other one soon!