O.O I hope everybody read the last chapter, cuz it explained my absence. Again, sorry to the peeps who just kept waiting on this next chappie... Now, onward!
That night's sleep wasn't the best, with the fangirl jitters reminding me where I was every few seconds, combined with the fact that I got to sleep on the floor, made it extremely difficult to get comfortable. Keila's position on the couch didn't look much more comfortable, since the couch was only about four feet long. She ended up sleeping with her feet hanging over the edge so far that the arm of the couch was in the crook of her knee. Rico had hacked up some blankets for us, while we had to try to look grossed out and amazed about this, though judging from the strange looks we got from the rest of the team, I don't think we fooled them. We talked for a while, and I brought out my iPod, which I had had in my pocket when we went through the hole/tunnel thingamajig. I turned on Limp Bizkit Livin' it Up really loud, getting weird looks from all around, including Keila. I was usually into screamo/heavy metal, not old ass rap. I just stuck my tongue out at them. I decided to start dancing to it.
Life in the fast lane
This is dedicated to you, Ben Stiller
You are my favorite motherfucker
I told you, didn't I?
I was mouthing the lyrics, ignoring the giggles and startled looks.
Drama makes the world go around
Does anybody got a problem with that?
My business is my business, who's guilty?
Can I get a witness?
First thing's first
The Chocolate Starfish is my man, Fred Durst
Access Hollywood license to kill
A redneck fucker from Jacksonville
Bring in on the dumpster funk
My microphone machete's in the back of my truck
Rockin' soul steady with the he says, she says
And don't forget about the starfish navigation system
I giggled, and Keila joined me with the dancing.
Don't hate me, I'm just an alien
With thirty seven tons of new millennium
Dum diddie dum, where's it comin' from?
Misses Aguilera, come and get some
Oh no, which way to go , to the dace floor?
In stewa stereo, pay me no mind
I seen 'The Fight Club' about twenty eight times
This went on for a few more songs, until we got bored enough to stop. We went to bed, and the next morning, this is what goes down:
"I wanna go somewhere..." Keila whined. I sighed, looking to the guys.
"Well, we do have that money we... erm... found. And if we're gonna be staying here for a few days, we'll need clean clothes and stuff like that, so I guess a shopping trip's in order. Do you guys wanna come?" Skipper rolled his eyes. He must've thought we were stupid, asking penguins if they wanted to come shopping in a human store, but Kowalski saved me.
"I do have a human formula mixed up, still untested, of course. We could try it out today..." I balked. I didn't know if it was going to work or not, and I really didn't want to end up with four penguins in the middle of Walmart.
"I don't know if that's such a hot idea... What if it wears off too quick and you can't hide quick enough?" He rolled his eyes as well.
"I know for a fact that it will last at least 3 hours. After that, I'm not really sure... Even if it did wear down, we would know early enough to be able to tell what was happening and take more." I was startled. Kowalski was actually sure of something? Since when!
"Well, okay. But if we're left in Walmart with a bunch of angry hippies around us for stealing penguins from the zoo, you're coming up with an explanation." He just laughed.
Kowalski went to his lab, grabbing four vials from a countertop, and ran towards the back. I lost sight of him for a minute, but coming from the clangs and bashing noises I could pretty much tell where he was. "Don't hurt yourself in there!" All I got in response was him skidding back into the room with a giant grin plastered on his face.
"Okay everyone, bottoms up!" They all four grabbed a vial, and chugged it, making a variety of faces, ranging from horrified, grossed out, or, in Ricos case, loving it. I couldn't believe my eyes as four guys sprouted up in front of me. Not just the kind of guys you see at Walmart, who're mostly hairy or flabby in some shape or form. These were the kind of guys you expect have either been in the army or possibly on steriods. I'll start with Rico, since he was the one causing me to be squished up against the walls.
He was huge. Definately not fat, but he looked like he was a serious body builder. He still had his scar, and his trademark mohawk. He looked like a freaking male model. Kowalski had a very... unKowalski-like haircut: Instead of being swept back, it was long and hanging in his face, like a skater kid's hair. He was taller, more lean than the rest of the guys. He was still grinning from ear to ear, looking pleased with himself. Skipper was of a shorter, more stocky build. He was still taller than me, though. Private was shortest, younger looking than the rest, but could still pass as a 18 year old. He still looked like a body builder, but more like the guy trying to look good for spring break than someone trying to be the hugest guy on the block. All of them had on black muscle shirts and lighter washed jeans.
"Woah, you guys are built!" Keila was the first one to talk. Was it just me, or was Kowalski blushing? I just nodded, at a loss for words that one of Kowalski's inventions actually worked. I know it sounds mean, but I'm used to hearing about all the failed inventions, not the ones that worked flawlessly... But I couldn't dwell too much on that fact, because they were ready to go.
"Uhhh, how're we all gonna get out?" I asked, mostly because my claustrophobia was creeping up on me. I looked around: We couldn't fit through the fishbowl opening, especially in the daytime. There was alway the sewers, which was looking tempting. The tunnel through Marlene's cave was also promising. Private raised his hand.
"Yes Private?" Skipper asked impaitiently.
"Why don't we just go through the sewers? It'd lead us right under a lot of stores, depending on which way we go..." I rolled my eyes
"Gee, why didn't I think of that? Oh, right. Because we're gonna be in public, and I don't wanna be all stinky! How did you get us in here?"
Skipper gave the expected answer: "Classified." I snorted, almost laughing until I saw an unexpected look go through his eyes. I looked away, trying to keep myself from blushing. I turned back to everyone else, looking for an answer.
"We could always use that exit to Marlene's, but she'd probably ask questions..." Keila spoke up, after being abnormally quiet. "Questions are fine, so long as they aren't embarassing. After all, you guys questioned us as soon as we got here and we did okay!" I raised my eyebrow at her. We had basically lied our way through the questionaire, so we didn't really do okay. At least it worked.
"Well, alright. But she's not gonna be happy that we basically invited you into her home unannounced." Keila and I both did a little happy dance, or as much as we could being squished up against four hot guys in a smallish room. We made our way over to the little door leading out of said cramped room.
We had some trouble getting Rico through the tiny little door, but we managed. We crawled through the tunnel. Keila and I could both see just fine, but the guys obviously couldn't: They kept running into walls and patches of slime. There was the occasional curse from Kowalski or Skipper. Then the most surprising thing happened... Rico spoke up. "Ouch, there's something sharp back there, I hope you all know." We all turned towards him, or at least towards the sound of his voice. He had a deeper voice, like some sort of singer or something. It was quite nice really, sort of comforting. I realised that he sounded exactly like my dad, and I turned back around for fear of someone seeing the tears welling up in my eyes, even though it was pitch black. We kept heading in the direction the guys pointed us in, hoping it was right. We started seeing some light up ahead, and slithered down the path faster. We broke through to the cave, and heard a startled scream.
"Oh my gosh, who are you?"
R&R please! Sorry for the wait!
