Chapter 2:
Do you really need an annoying "flashback"? Yes, perhaps. Well, the Penguin Band finished one of their performances, Gold told them he got the Weekly Performances at the Dock back, and Petey K was trying to find his bearings after they were 'stolen'. Meanwhile, at the igloo address of **** ***** ****, Slash was plotting some revenge, and without the help of Dash, his black puffle.
"And some of these…" Slash was adding some 'finishing adjustments' to his paper. "And that should do it!" He held it above his head towards the light. He looked up at it. "Voila!"
"Oh great, what now?" Dash hopped in the room. He saw Slash 'kissing' the paper like it was an A+ on a test. "Is it a recipe for leather? Oh, by the way, G told me that didn't work."
"No!" Slash promised. "Why would it be that, exactly?"
"Remember the LAST TIME you wrote something on a paper and fondled it?" Dash pointed out.
"Hmm," Slash thought. He shivered. "Uh, yeah, I see your point. But do you see a bed around?"
"Dude, TMI." Dash replied. "Anyhow, read it…."
"Roses are red, violets are blue, I will stop them AND SO WILL YOU!" Slash read aloud angrily.
Dash was speechless. "You spent fifty-two minutes on a flippin' poem about me helping you?"
"No…" Slash paused. He showed the paper to Dash. "I spent fifty-one minutes working on the stationary!"
"Oh for the love of Gary, can I not express this enough? YOU ARE A RETARD!" Dash yelled. "You spend fifty one minutes on a flippin' paper's stationary and one minute on a crappy poem about me helping you! Why would I help you? You're capable of…what?"
Slash was speechless. "You…you think that 'bout me?" His beak quivered.
"Yeah, why?"
"That's awesome! Thank you, Dash! You've inspired me to do my new plan!" Slash smiled. He grabbed another piece of paper and started writing.
"Oh, not another ingredient list of what's in spicy Puffle O's!" Dash moaned.
"No, no this is good…" Slash was excited. He had the perfect plan to destroy the Penguin Band.
"Well this isn't good…" Dash murmured. "You're acting evil. When do you act like that?"
"Always…" Slash stopped writing and looked at his puffle.
"Hmm, debatable." Dash hopped on the couch and got out his phone. He started texting his other puffle friends. Slash watched, speechless of that puffle.
The next day at Gold's 'iggy' as you 'hip' penguins shall call it…
Crash, boom, like 'shock'. Thunder, lightning, whatever ya wanna call it crashed and boomed and whatever outside the igloo of none other than then famous Gold Smith. He awoke and found the four band members hung over and in random places. Petey K's head was in a bowl that previously held soda but was empty. Stompin' Bob was on the chandelier and it was swinging back and forth. G Billy was hung over the TV with a puffle lantern in his hand. Franky was snoring loudly, not hard to miss of course, and was found with the fridge door open. Aw man, what happened? Gold thought. Did they have too many Pop Rocks and cola last night? Then he realized something. They fell asleep at the backstage, and now they were at his igloo. Who did this? A possessed fan? A penguin? A puffle? A ghost? Or did they get up and waddle here? This was a strange mystery. He headed for G Billy to wake him up, but he didn't make it very far before he disappeared in thin air…
So uh, yeah.