More Penguin Days of summer: Attack of Professor Blowhole

by penguin adventures

It was a normal day in new york until Blowhole's dad Professor Blowhole steals all the peanut butter winkies in the city. And kidnaps the owner and all his employee's. Skipper and the team rush to combat this but are about to learn that this was just a cover for an even darker less comedic plot. guest starring Dr. Blowhole.

1. Chapter One: Fishing in Central Park

June 25th 2016

11:00 A.M. Eastern Standard Time

Central Park Zoo

Tree above Hot dog cart

(Skipper's POV)

"Chopped Union!" Private shouted as he reeled in a button of unions. Rico had some chopped unions for his fish. "Union Skipper," Kowalski said. "Not now," I replied. "Polish sauerkraut!" Kowalski said. "Sauerkruat," Kowalski asked. "No, I'm after a much rarer catch today," I said, "The elusive deli-style stoneground horseradish mustard!" My men were shocked, "are you sure you can handle that…" "of course I'm sure," I replied. I sent my rod out and managed to get some jars of the mustard and then managed to reel it in. "For a second there I thought you were going back to the doctor," Kowalski said. "Dr. Deranged?" I said, "that needle sticking topical cream rubbing menace no thank you."

"Um why not?" Private said. "Oh I don't know I might get all bandaged up and have to deal with you three…THINKING I TURNED INTO A ZOMBIE!" "sorry," Kowalski said, "overeacted." "Yeah to some boring medical soap opera he had on for some reason." "That explains the Orchestra…" Private muttered. "Anyway," I said as I dumped the mustard on my fish, "where was I?" "skipper," Kowalski said, "I suggest you hold off on the horseradish mustard a little." I ignored him and ate the fish whole. "see," I said, "I can handle...Wahhhhhhhh!" I ran off to find the nearest cold beverage. "I told you he couldn't handle it," Kowalski said. It came in the form of a snowcone…two snowcones. "do we get one?" Private said. "Go ahead," I said between licks of snow cone. "Yay!" Private said.

Private and Rico grabbed snowcones instantly but Kowalski was having a hard time. "Do I indulge myself in something luscious and familiar as blueberry bubblegum…or do I venture into the high risk high reward honeydew melon?" "Just get the honeydew melon," I said. Kowalski grabbed the honeydew melon and found that he enjoyed the decision. "mmm," Kowalski said. Rico was enjoying way to many snowcones. "Rico…we don't need you on all that suger," I said. "Aw…" Rico said.

"Skipper look," Private said pointing to a billboard. "Peanut Butter Winkies and Marshmeowmeows are back." "MarshMeowmeows!" rico said. "Never again," Kowalski said. "Bad Meowmeow," Rico said. "Yes!" I shouted, "Finally our Peanut Butter Winky drought is over!" Kowalski pulled out a pair of bincoluars, "there just being stocked at the snackshop." "Good then let's go," I replied, "maybe we can pick up some cheesy dibbles." "Um…Skipper," Private said put down all binculors, "somebody just brought the snackshop's entire supply of winkies." "What!" I said. "Skipper there's more," Kowalski said holding up a newspaper, "somebodies been buying up all the peanut butter winkies. And now the owner and all the workers at the winky factory are missing." "I know who's behind this," I said. "You do?" Private said. "We're going to coney island," I said, "and all the peanut butter winkies." "Um why coney island," Private said. "Blowhole," I replied. "You want me to go get the jet packs?" Kowalski asked. "You know it," I replied. We all rushed back to the zoo intent on finding what evil plan Dr. Blowhole had for all those peanut Butter winkies and the owner and workers. Little did we know that we were going after the wrong Blowhole.

(end of chapter one)