Hai guys! I am so proud of all of you right now! Over 70 reviews! I'm just like dancing around right now! I'm feeling all sappy right now, so if you want to skip to the story, just scroll down.

I started out with like one review on my first chapter. Then, I got about 3 or 4. Each chapter got more and more reviews. Now, I'm writing Chapter 10, and I have 70 positive comments from you guys. I never thought I would make it this far. I am so happy I have wonderful people like you to encourage me and help me become a better author. So before I start tearing up like a sappy person, let's answer those reviews. :D

Violetpiano: I am not really sure. I'm guessing that Club Penguin might take the puffles out of our igloos to make it look like they were stolen. What do you think? :)

Smile Lover: Heh, yeah. Thor seems like a cool dude. Randomosimity is always the answer!

Lilly Aldean: I love how that's all that you request. XD

Fleurette: How? Why? You sound so pretty and kind and smart! Those people are just jealous of you, don't listen to them. If they say something like that again, just say "I know what you are, but what am I?" It annoys the heck out of them, and you'll earn more respect for standing up for yourself.

Brittney9100: That's a really good guess!

DriftedDaisy: That is so cool! And we should like petition it to Club Penguin. It could totally fit in with Operation Puffle. Like if Herbert wants the puffle fur to stay warm, he accidentally gets caught in his own de-furring machine! :D

megan willard: When I go to bed, I'll just be like, "Think happy thoughts. Think happy thoughts." LOL XD

Lake Blue1: Yeah, I'm pretty smart, just not a whole lot of common sense. If you're blue, then I'll be rainbow! Yay!

And now I present to you: CHAPTER 10!

I told everyone what happened.

"You do realize this is probably a trap, right?" Jet asked me.

"No, I never thought of that," I told Jet sarcastically. "Of course I did! What am I, stupid?"

"That's arguable," he muttered.

"That's my line, and we all know I got a higher mark on the test to get in here, so deal," I said.

"So Ski Hill?" Dot asked.

"Dot may be correct, but I am thinking about the Tallest Mountain. It is quite probable that the penguins we are looking for are there," Gary stated.

"Yay for donuts!" Rookie shouted.

"Wait, what?" I asked Rookie.

"The snow tubes at the Ski Hill are like donuts and-"

"Rookie, just listen," Jet scolded.

He pouted.

"To the Tallest Mountain we go," Dot said.

We climbed up the Tallest Mountain, unable to teleport because of the terrible reception with all the trees.

"Guys, I'm going in. I'll call you if I need backup." I said.

"Are you sure?" Dot asked.

"Positive," I replied.

"Okay, don't kill yourself!" Rookie said.

"Thanks for the encouragement, Rookie," I said as I climbed higher. We found a ledge, and they stayed there.

I found a cave, and I stepped in cautiously. There were blueprints everywhere. This mystery villain wanted to do some serious damage to the island. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the Protobot blueprint. I hope that's not what they were planning...

I saw a penguin emerge from the shadows, wearing all black. Black feathers, black hair, black jacket... You get the idea.

"Ah, ye came," they said in a deep voice.

"Drop the Medieval voice, it's annoying now that I really see you."

"Okay, fine. I see you came," he, at least I thought it was a he, said.

"Where are they?" I asked. "Where is she?"

"The penguins? Tsk, tsk, we just met and we haven't even properly introduced ourselves," he said.

"Fine. Be that way. I'm CC, yada, yada, tell me about yourself, where are they?!" I spluttered out in one breath.

"Call me Shadow. And... Are these the penguins you are looking for?" he asked evilly, flippering a picture of a penguin that had gone missing a week ago.

"Yes!"

"Well, I'm not telling you."

"Lie, much?"

"Darling, it's what I do. Call it what you want, pretending, acting..."

I remained silent.

"Well, now that I have you here, I might as well tell you my plan."

"I'm listening," I said, trying to sound cool and composed, even though I was bursting with excitement inside.

"Well, it all started when I-"

"Oh please, do us both a favor and skip the tragic backstory," I interrupted.

"Well, since I'm planning to kill you-"

"Woah, woah, woah. Back the truck up. Who said anything about you doing that to me?" I said, excitement slowly turning to fear.

"I just did. If I told you, you'd run off to tell those petty agents, now wouldn't you?"

I took a step back.

She grabbed the nearest weapon to her- which just happened to be Hot Sauce. That wasn't exactly deadly, but that stuff BURNED. Like really bad.

She squirted it at me, and I dove under the table with all of his junk on it. I had been playing Card-Jitsu earlier that day, and had a water balloon in my bag. I rolled out from under the table, armed only with my pathetic excuse for a weapon.

"Shadow" threw the bottle at my head in anger. The flaming substance narrowly missed me.

He grabbed a knife, and in sheer terror, I threw the balloon and watched as it knocked him back.

Or, her.

The water seemed to get rid of her black feathers, that was just paint. Black paint ran down her face. Her hair slowly unfurled from the hoodie. I saw her eyes.

The green eyes.

My mind pieced it together, but my heart couldn't accept it. It couldn't be, it just couldn't.

But the proof was right there.

"Emerald?"

EMERALD?! What the fudge?!

Have fun hanging on your cliff guys!