Today, G Slush is 30 days old. A month. And that wasn't just a milestone, it meant something too. The other day, he had run into a couple of penguins in tuxedos, bowties, and dark sunglasses talking about a "Penguin Secret Agency" that you had to be 30 days to join. The problem was, how did you join?
It wasn't like he could tell someone was an agent, unless perhaps if they were dressed in tuxedos, bowties, and dark sunglasses like the other penguins were. But there was no one around who was like that right now, and he rarely seen anybody like that unless there was a fancy party or something.
So, he had to do some investigating of his own, just like the members of the Penguin Secret Agency probably did, he thought. He had seen the group of penguins outside the Sport Shop, so that would be a good place to start.
No one was there. He checked around for a good half hour, nothing, so maybe there was something inside? He headed for the entrance.
When he got inside, he checked around once again. The door to the stairs was locked, so no going up there, but he looked around everywhere else thoroughly until he had the changing rooms left, which he didn't want to do originally in case there was someone in there, but nobody had come out so he had to assume that they were empty.
Feeling pretty unconfident, he walked in the first one. Nothing. He sighed. Second one, nothing. He was about to go into the third one when a penguin with Night Vision Goggles entered the Sport Shop, said a few things to Gary, the cashier, and headed toward the third himself.
G Slush tapped him on the shoulder, and the penguin turned around. "Excuse me, do you know how to join the Penguin Secret Agency?" He said.
The penguin grinned. "The Mod Badge, kid." He walked into the third dressing room.
The Mod Badge, what could that mean? He knew of only two badges in Club Penguin. The Member Badge, and the badge with an M. Well, it was logical to guess that the M one was the Mod Badge.
And what would you know? There was a button that said right on it "Become a Secret Agent." The quiz that followed was an easy one; you just had to make yourself sound as honest and good as possible.
He looked at his new Spy Phone he had just received. He could use it to teleport to any room, including a special button for the HQ. He pressed another button and scissors, a comb, and a wrench came out of it.
Now, that agent still hadn't gotten out of that third dressing room, and as he looked closer, there were a few bits of popcorn on the ground outside of it. Not to mention that he had gone in without any sports gear or clothes to try on. What could he be doing in there?
He shouted inside. "Thanks for the advice! I'm an agent now!" No answer. He didn't want to invade his privacy, but he really wanted to know where the "HQ" the quiz mentioned was.
He started to walk inside, and hit solid metal with a bang. "Wha… what…" Falling down to the ground, G Slush was knocked out.
Ring, ring, ring.
G Slush was woken up by the sound of a phone ringing. His Spy Phone? He checked his pockets, and in place of his Spy Phone, there was a notice.
Ring, ring, ring.
Attention Agent. As you may know, the PSA was destroyed by Herbert P. Bear. Thanks to our agents no one was harmed. The EPF is stepping up to keep the island safe – and we need your help. Please report to the Facility to take the Test.
Ring, ring, ring.
On the message were the words "Elite Penguin Force."
Ring, ring, ring.
What the hell? He wasn't aware of any of this. What the fuck happened to his Spy Phone? What was the Elite Penguin Force? Who is Herbert P. Bear? What's the Facility? And since when was the PSA destroyed? Last time he checked, he was just an agent, and he got knocked out and now all this.
Ring, ring, ring.
He still heard a phone ring. He looked up. He realized in shock that he wasn't in the Sport Shop. He was in a completely empty grey room, the only things being two cameras, a door, four pillars, and a phone, the one that was ringing.
Ring, ring, ring.
"Alright, shut the fuck up already." He groaned and got to his feet, and picked up the phone.
"Look, I don't own this place and I'm pretty sure whoever you're trying to-" A part of the wall had just moved away to reveal a target. That was strange. He wondered again, where was he? He saw a logo with a phone on it near the ceiling. Probably some building in Club Penguin for the sole purpose of a pay phone, but that was strange, the room was kind of bare, shouldn't there at least be another phone?
He forgot about the person on the other end of the phone, but there had been no answer. Whoever was calling, they were not there anymore. He put the phone back and looked up on the target.
"I might have guessed that this was some sort of agent test if the PSA wasn't destroyed."
He figured he should probably leave out the door and figure out what's going on, but something about the target made him want to throw a snowball at it, like the target at the Snow Forts powering the Clock Tower.
He threw the snowball and…..
He missed.
But just then, before his eyes, the phone on the wall moved up and sideways, and turned into a TV screen, just like that. Words started to appear on the screen.
YOU MISSED.
BUT YOU WERE CLOSE.
WE'RE LOOKING FOR SKILLED PENGUINS…
LET'S SEE WHAT YOU CAN DO.