Disclaimer: I don't own POM. However, I do own my long list of OC's, see chapter two.
At the official penguin HQ, the penguins did their normal training exercises.
"You call that a backflip, Rico?" barked Skipper.
Private managed to get to a wobbled handstand but soon fell over. Kowalski couldn't get to a handstand, but he could hoola hoop pretty nice.
Just as Private looked like he was going to do a real backflip, a small crow smashed into his face. Private fell over and the bird landed next to Rico.
"Why are you here?" asked Skipper.
"I have a message for Master Zenfiskinheimer."
"Wah?"
"That's me." Kowalski was blushing.
"Kowalski Zenfishinheimer. Rolls right off the tongue." Skipper said sarcastically.
The crow cleared his throat. "Dear Walskins," he began.
"Walskins?" Private said.
"It's a… bit of a nickname." Kowalski said, quite embarrassed.
"Your grandfather Kalbert has died. You will be attending the reading of his will on exactly Monday, June 12 at 6:00 in the A.M. Bring snacks. Love, Your Mother Karen."
"What's a will?" asked Private.
"Hey, I don't get paid extra to answer questions. Tip?"
Kowalski flipped the crow a seed pellet.
The crow nodded and flew off.
"June 12 is tomorrow." remarked Private. "Um, K'walski, can we come?"
"Wait, wait, wait. You're actually going?" Skipper stepped in.
"Of course." Kowalski answered. "There might be something for me in that will. I hope Grandfather leaves me his old batteries!" He skipped off, gleefully mimicking the sound of an electric machine coming to life.