Aww, so many great reviews leaving such nice reviews! As a reward, you get an early update! Plus, this chapter contains TWO chapters! Aren't you lucky! Or unlucky, depending on how you look at it. And also, remember that these were written years ago so this takes place when you couldn't get into Rockhopper's stupid Captain's Quarters. (Oh and cheesecake, believe it or not you witnessed a miniature one of these schemes when we were hanging out that day).
The Short-Lived Chapter:
Almost right away, I went to go make more mischief, lingering in the town for a while. There was this crybaby. I think I was invisible to her, because I kept saying stuff she wouldn't answer and when somebody else came along she heard them fine! Meanwhile, there was this girl who was all, "Who'd you say was annoying? Which girl is annoying?" And it's like, dude, I didn't say anyone was annoying. So I said to her face, "You." And left just like that. LOL!
But that's not the real chapter. This is.
~Chapter 10: More Rockhopper Antics
Well we all know I've gone into how much I hate Rockhopper before. So here's some more for you to work with—Rockhopper keeps his door locked with a stinky little note that says something like…"ARRYOUBEACURIOUSBUNCHBUTIBEKEEPINMYDOORCLOSEDFORNOWARRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!"
So all the little penguins wander the club in circles, trying to figure out where Rockhopper is…or at least where his key is. But everyone is more interested in finding the "big man" himself. I think I've heard the words "where's Rockhopper" more than anything. Except "do you" and "boy or girl."
Now that we've got through that, let's get to the story.
I was in the cargo hold on the ship, taking a free item. It was a fishing rod. I examined the end. Darn. No hook. The beady eyes of penguins were to be safe from me forevermore. Oh well. I tucked it away, glancing at the stupid note that everyone was clustered around, reading it repeatedly and shouting about it. The note was there every time he pulled into the harbor. Why would it be any different now?
Then the best thought struck me. These suckers would fall for anything. So…why not…?
I left the ship and stood on the sandy beach. Ohh, I could just imagine how this was going to turn out. Today the club was crowded and it was perfect for my evil scheme. I cleared my throat and called out, "I found Rockhopper! FOLLOW ME FOR ROCKHOPPER!" One lady that had apparently been searching for the ugly pirate all day beamed. "Thank you!" She gasped and went to stand beside me. As soon as I spoke those lines, buddy requests came pouring in. A small group was on my tail as I made my way over to the dock, less crowded. "FOLLOW ME FOR ROCKHOPPER!" Rang out the cry again. I saw the group swell along with my confidence. These guys were so gullible. I could have even convinced them that the iceberg would tip if you performed an interpretive dance while singing Thriller in five different languages.
The ski lodge was the same way—FOLLOW ME FOR ROCKHOPPER! I couldn't stop shouting. This was great. This was insane. I backtracked to the dock, the enthusiastic folk never parting company. Then to the town, the heart of Club Penguin, where I knew I would pick up the most followers. I shouted that same phrase at least three times.
"Hurray!" Cried the first girl as she waited for me to spread the news. "Hurray! Hurray!" The other penguins followed suite, cheering like a bunch of idiots. I smiled. I was Hipengy, leader of the retard parade and mentally challenged.
Through the snow forts, I began to laugh. The penguins made happy faces behind me, also laughing. They thought I was laughing about how happy Rockhopper made me feel.
Let's get this straight—the only thing Rockhopper makes you feel is like crap.
Entering the plaza, I took into account that I now had a sea of penguins in my wake. Some would rush past me in their excitement, then double back to make sure they stayed close to their leader. When I stopped, they all stopped. Heehee! I felt like a kid in a candy store! Suddenly, a shiver ran down my back as I realized that this was the exact same fashion everyone treated Rockhopper when he came to town. Oh well. At least I wasn't ugly. Besides, I deserved to have people worshipping me. He didn't.
So going through the forest, I shouted it again and the last of my swarm joined forces. Then we entered the cove where I shouted one more time before realizing the jig was up and I had come to a dead end. There was no way I could have gone on any longer. I paused in the shallow water and the penguins gathered around me. At least twenty of them had requested to be my buddy, and twice as much had followed me. I waited patiently for the explosion…
"Where's Rockhopper?" A retard asked.
"There!" I shouted pointing at a rock. I hopped onto it. "Rockhopper!" To help them be a little more imaginative, I hopped up and down, while saying "Hop. Hop." for those who couldn't see in the back.
Eh. They didn't get it. Personally, I found it very clever. I suppose their IQ's were too low to appreciate a good-hearted joke because they started shouting that I lied and Rockhopper wasn't coming and it was my entire fault. As always. I think at least fifty penguins were up against me. I saw the first idiot girl, standing there like I had destroyed her life. I knew what was coming.
"Everyone report Hipengy!" The cry swelled throughout the sea of idiots. I slipped off my outfit, popped on my famous glasses, and hopped off the rock to get lost in the crowd. Everyone was stumbling about confused, some trying to get their flippers on me to send in a report while most of them were still asking where Rockhopper went. In all of the chaos, I made my getaway, but not before getting a few dozen reports being sent in about my playful prank. I must have gotten more reports than buddy requests that day. Nothing out of the ordinary. I had probably gotten reported more times than any other penguin in the Club yet I had never gotten banned and that left me feeling proud. So I left, the penguins behind me sending in one last report before adding me onto their Ignore List for good.
Cool. More people hate me than love me. Well I guess that figures.