B: hey people. This is my first crossover. I had to make it like this cause there was no way to make a crossover with a musician.

Summary: crossover sort of. Taylor swift meets our favorite penguins.

Pairings: tayco [meaning rico/Taylor swift]

Word count: 951

Chapter one: Taylor where are you?

Taylor swift's pov

I was walking down the street like any other day. Except it was nighttime and 9:00 pm. I have to get home before mom takes away my phone again. Oh yeah my name is Taylor swift.

I am a musician and a famous one at that. I am 18 years old. Well enough about me. I heard the opening of a car door. Then I felt something hit me on the back of my head.

3 hours later

I woke up feeling very strange. I start walking through the streets of New York again. I have been here to produce my new song called our song. These streets are not where I was before. They are different. I can tell by the look of the houses. I reach this place called central park. It was cold and wet. Oh well I think I am too far away from home anyway.

I walk over to this pile of fresh brown and red leaves. They have a sweet scent to them. I fall asleep after awhile.

In the morning

I wake up to see I am in a zoo exhibit. Wait aren't these for animals not country stars. I feel something tap me from behind. I turn around, and my eyes meet those of an aqua blue. "Who are you" the aqua blue eyed penguin asked. But wait penguins can't talk. Oh well maybe its part of a movie that they didn't tell me about. Just go with it Taylor.

"I'm Taylor" I told him. He looks at me skeptical then turns to three other penguins. "Boys looks like we got a girl on our streets" he said to the others. "Umm what are your names" I ask quite shyly. "Oh right I'm skipper" the aqua blue eyed penguin said. "I'm Kowalski, nice to meet you" a tall penguin with ocean blue eyes said as he held out his flipper.

I shook it lightly then looked at the other two. "I'm private nice to meet you" a small British sounding penguin said. "And this is rico, he has a hard time with words" skipper told me as he gestured to the penguin with deep blue eyes, a scar, and a Mohawk.

I think this might be a great movie after all. "so where do you guys live" I asked them. "Right here" skipper said gesturing to the fish bowl. They seriously don't except me to sleep in a fish bowl do they?

"Umm" I tried saying, but before I finished he flipped the fish bowl open and they jumped inside. I follow them down. This place is roomier than I thought. There is a table with four chairs in the corner. There are four bunk beds by the ladder. And then there is a metal door that leads to another room.

"This is a nice place" I told them as I looked around. "So where did you come from" skipper asked. "Hollywood, California" I said. "The big picture state" private said with a smile. "Yeah, I have a lot of friends there" I told them as I sat down at their table.

"Nice so what do you do there" skipper asked me as he sipped out of a gray mug. "I sing" I told him. He spit out whatever was in that cup. "You sing" skipper asked getting up on the table. "Yes" I squeaked a little frightened. "Oh how wonderful" private said a little too joyful. "Ungambleh" rico said. "Uhh yeah, and I have no idea what you are saying but okay" I said to the both of them.

"Well it's time for some shut eye" skipper said. "Rico make the lovely lady a bed" skipper told rico. Rico pulled out a chainsaw from his stomach. I yelped in fear that he was going to cut me. "Oh don't worry that's normal for rico" private told me. Rico went over to the bunks and started cutting into them.

He made a new bed in seconds as I stared at him. Then skipper clapped his hands as we went onto our bunks. While I was in my bunk I was thinking. Skipper seems to be the strict type. Private is defiantly the sweet caring type. Kowalski, well I'm not sure what type he is yet. Rico is the insane type.

My mom told me to stay clear of bad boys. Rico is defiantly the bad boy type. I think he is kind of cute. In an insane type of way.

I grab my diary that I hid in my backpack. Then it hit me, I can actually fit into this bed. I took out my mirror that I hid in my diary. What I saw in the mirror was myself as a penguin. I had black feathers covering my left eye. No wonder it was hard for me to see before.

Dear diary,

It's me again. Things are getting weirder and weirder. I've transformed into a penguin with feathers hanging over my eye. I met these four penguins. Skipper is a leader I guess. Private is the sweet down to earth penguin. Kowalski I'm not sure what he is. Rico though is the cute bad boy type. He hardly talks too which is also my type. A guy who uses actions instead of words.

Your friend,

Taylor swift

B: that's it for now folks. Have fun reading other stories.