It was a normal morning.
I got up, brushed my teeth, you get the idea. I went to school.
I hated school. All those kids calling me names, and throwing stuff at me. I wish I had a friend.
I waited outside for the bell to ring, and all of a sudden, a crab jumped out of the sea and had this gun thing. It pointed it at me.
BLAM! A blast of green light hit me. When I opened my eyes, I was surprised to see my bag next to me. I tried to pick it up, but I saw a flipper instead.
I screamed. Who would not? The next thing I know, I see a stun gun, and that's it.
…..
My head hurts.
I hear voices.
"Status report."
"It's a box, sir."
"WELL open it!" smack.
I see light, and I tumble out of a box. Ow. I am still dazed, but I can faintly see four penguins looking at me.
"Ugg….my head…gonna…BARF!"
I don't care how dazed I was, I ran to a bush and puked my guts out.
"Do you think its like Rico?"
"Uh-uh."
"It appears to not respond well to a stun gun."
"It appears to be young. And small."
I spin around, still in a daze.
"DIDYA JUST CALL ME SHORT? I AM NOT SHORT, I'm FUN SIZED!"
I yell before collapsing.
….
I wake up, and look around, hoping it was all a dream. Nope.
I am in some underground cave thing, on a small blanket and pillow.
My head is swimming. I hear someone coming, so I try to sit up. I notice I am still wearing an oversized T-Shirt, it just got smaller, kinda.
My vision is blurry, but I see the same 4 penguins.
"Ugg…where am I? Please let this be a dream…uggg…..stupid crab with green blast gun…I'M NOT SHORT!"
My brain is a muddle.
I can see more clearly, kinda.
I see the well known penguins from POM.
"WAIT! I HAVE TO BE DREAMING! I'm IN A TV SHOW!"
(I know all the names somehow)
Skipper looks at me. "A TV show? What are you talking about? WAIT! Did you just say crab with gun?"
"Yeah. Dumb crab…came right at me…green light….stun gun…pain….head….puke…TV…t-shirt…ugg."
"Alright men! Everyone but Private come with me!"
"AWW! Why do I need to stay?"
(smack)
"Okay."
I hear them leave, and try to stand up. And fail.
"Oww…."
Private looks at me.
"You're a bit odd looking."
"I WAS A HUMAN!"
"Ahh. Look at yourself."
He hands me a mirror.
I stare. I have my pink and blue T-shirt on, and it loks like a dress. I have white feathers,and BLONDE hair. .
Its white up to were my neck is. Then I have hair. It looks exactly like it was when I was human. And I have my green-blue eyes. I am skinny, as usual, and a little taller than private. My feet are….BLACK. Weird.
"Darn."
"Shocking, right? You are actually, (blush), kinda pretty."
"Thanks."
"Why did they leave so soon?" I can talk better now.
"I think…you may have been changed by , Skippers sworn enemy."
"OH YEAH! TV!"
"Why do you saywe are on TV?"
I explain, and I figure out it all was real.
The other guys return.
Skipper looks at me. "How do we know you are not a spy?"
"Well, I can read."
"Prove it."
"Fine." I grab a book from my shirt pocket it my back, I open it and read.
They stare at me.
"DO…NOT…STARE…AT….ME."
"Okay."Private says.
"Don't help a spy!" Skipper says.
"You want the truth? Fine."
I turn on the TV, and go plug in my camera. I take it everywere I go just in case something like this happens.
It whirrs, and shows them the film.
You see the crab, me getting shot, penguin me, screaming, stun gun, box, and all they needed to know.
"Happy now?"
Kowalski looks at Skipper. "Well, she is not a spy."
Private asks,"Whats your name and age, anyway?"
"I am Amy, 13 years old."A/N, I like to use ages way younger than I really am.)
"Cool."
"Can someone show me around?"
"I WILL!" Private says.
"I guess I have to stay like this for now."
Skipper still looked at me suspiciously.
"I'll need a place to sleep."
"Im ah it" Rico says.
He vomits a hacksaw, and starts cutting.
I never realized how gross that really was.
I make friends with all the animals, even Joey.
When I get back, my bed is ready.
"Training time!" Skipper yells.
I head over, curious.
He starts using a pole to fight everyone.
They fight like wussies.
"Let me try."I say.
Kowalski looks at me. "Um..Skipper?"
"Give it the best you got."
I grab a pole and start. He aims for my head, and I dodge, and cream him in the stomach. That ends it.
Everyone looks at me.
"What did I say about staring?"