Epilogue
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Things kind of simmered down after the deaths of Ashley and Bob. Joe and Steve's brotherly relationship became stronger than ever, Kim mourned over Ashley, but got distracted by a shiny penny, and forgot all about her, Christine and Blue decided that the only way to see who was deserving of Joe's heart was through a kickboxing match. Christine won because…well…human, duh!
The group met together less and less as the weeks went by. Eventually, the didn't meet together at all until one day where they found themselves gathered together at a bus station.
"Make us proud," Jessica said to Steve, who was in his army outfit.
Joe, Christine, and the rest hugged Steve goodbye before he got on the bus. They all stood on the sidewalk, watching the bus go out of view. Each was remembering memories of the past.
"I'm gonna miss him," Joe said in a soft voice. No one said anything because they were all feeling the same thing.
In fact, they were so lost in sadness that it did not surprise them when Christine began singing.
"Nah-na, nah, nah. Nah-na, NAH, NAH," she began softly then began belting as her friends joined in.
"Hey, hey, hey! Goodbye."
The gang continued the song even as they went their separate ways home.
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Things eventually got better. After fighting off a serious addiction to Lays potato chips, Jessica got a letter from Nick jr. studios requesting twenty-two more episodes of Blue's Clues. All of the remaining crew came back, except for Steve. It took a while, but eventually they found someone who was perfect to take his place; his little brother. Joe even shared the spotlight with his duck, Boris, who had fully recovered from his head being ripped off.
As for Steve, there were a lot of rumors spread about him. Some said that he became addicted to heroin and died, some said that he went to college, and other believed that he joined a band called "The Dust Bunnies." The strange thing, is that the truth was leaked out many time, but never believed. Who would believe that, sweet, naive Steve was in charge of killing off Penguinese insurgents?
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Steve walked down the a snow pass, trying his best not to fall on the ground and make a snow angel. He was an army man now; there was no time for fun, only work. If he was to be faulty, the entire operation would go down the drain.
"Niner, niner, sixty-two B. This is poptart master. What's your 10-4? Over." Steve's general said into his walkie-talkie.
The walkie-talkie hissed and whistled before the other person was able to reply.
"Poptart master, this is sugardaddy62. My 10-4 is near the pointy ice thing that looks like a dolphin kinda if you squint."
The general nodded to his troops. Steve's heart took a leap. Any second now he would be facing the enemy he had been trained to fight. The flightless menace would be taken down by his hands today. He was going to be a hero.
There was a moment where everything was silent except for the breathing of the troops and the footsteps of the penguins coming out of the ice cave in front of them.
The troops positioned their guns on their shoulders, and rested their twitching fingers on the triggers. The general lifted his hand in the air, signaling the troops to hold their fire until the penguin army came into view.
"Make America proud, boys," the general said before he gave the signal to fire.
The battle was long and hard. Many of the penguins were taken out, but more than half of Steve's regiment was lost. Still, they battled with all of their heart until the general told his troops to retreat.
Steve shoved his gun under his arm as he ran away from the shower of snow balls that followed him. The snow and ice crunched under his boots as he followed his general until…
"Ahhhhhh!" Steve screamed as a snowball hit him on the head, knocking him down.
Penguin soldiers quickly gathered around him with their snowballs ready. The penguin general put one foot on his chest and pulled a snowball out of his pouch with his wing. Steve braced his self for the attack. He knew was a man, and he was ready for anything.
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