Okay, sorry the special surprise of someone else narrating the story isn't in this chapter.
I got so many reviews that I decided I had to put up a new chapter. I have 35 reviews in all! Can you believe it? Much thanks to all of you!
Well, back to what I was talking about, half of my Hipengy chapters are on my computer and the other half are on the laptop and the one I was going to put up next is on my laptop, which lost its Internet. So when I put up that chapter I'll tell you in the author's note. Otherwise, don't expect it for a while.
Well I hope you enjoy the latest installment in these chronicles. The girl encountered in this one is probably one of the weirdest yet.
~Chapter 12: The Puffle Sitter and the Mental Case
I looked at my oddly short buddy list. That was not a good sign. That meant that there I needed to catch up on plotting the demise of penguins. So I had just left my igloo to take a stroll around the club, passing the beach. A confused little red penguin was running around in circles, screeching at the top of her lungs. "Help!!!!!!!!!!" Three or four people gathered around, me being as one of them. This psycho's name was Bree, by the way.
They questioned her whereabouts. "Help!!!!!!!!!!" She screamed again. "I'll help." I said. She continued to flap her arms hysterically, her eyes bulging as they rolled around in her head. The other penguins gave up, but I didn't. "I'll help." I said over and over again, but to know avail. Finally, I managed to get her attention with a loud, "I'LL HELP!" which ended up popping one of my lungs and breaking the windows of the nearby lighthouse.
She stopped running around like a crazed lunatic to stare me in the face with slightly crossed eyes. Chest heaving, she gasped, "Help. I. Need. Go. Pizza. Parlor. For. Job. Sit. My. Puff."
I blinked stupidly. By now, the other three had left out of pure annoyance. I remained, bobbing up and down on my toes, trying to make sense of her short gasps of air. In short, she was freaking me out.
"Um…um…meet you at the parlor?" I guessed frantically.
She nodded mutely and we dashed there. Inside the crowded parlor she stood in front of me, waving her flippers frantically. Her eyes were wide and unseeing. Her beak clacked senselessly as she gasped each word at a time. "Help!!!!!"
"I am helping…" I growled.
"I. Get. Job. At. Parlor. You. Watch. Puffle. Sit. While. I'm. Gone. Now. Come. To. My. Igloo."
She wanted me to sit on her puffle?! Oh, she wanted me to puffle sit…
I was still bobbing up and down on my toes nervously. Her attitude made me feel like I was causing her a heart attack. Heck, her attitude made me feel like I was causing myself a heart attack. I agreed, eyes wide open to match her own. "Okay, but you have to add me to your buddy list."
She nodded enthusiastically and added me. We went to her igloo where I saw a fat blue puffle sleeping lazily inside the igloo. He was obviously spoiled.
"Alright. Puffle. Sit. Puff." She wheezed, giving me that jumpy feeling again. "While. I. Go. Get. Job." With that, she left the igloo without a simple word of thanks.
Calm down Hipengy. This girl has problems. That's no reason for her to give you a heart failure… I thought staring at the puffle as it let out a deafening burp. I sat down, yawning. The puffle looked contented enough. Besides, I wasn't going to be the one to send it to its grave by over feeding it.
Then I decided to have some fun. I painted myself blue and got out one of my blue water wings. I went to stuff Puff inside of it, trying my best to hide him from view.
I spoke aloud to myself, "I'm sorry, Bree, but Puff ran away and I…I…"
Bree entered, looking around for Puff.
"Bree, Puff ran away!" I shouted. But Puff charged out of his hiding place to go and greet his owner, asking for another helping of sloppy Puffle O's. She smiled and obliged.
"Hiper. You. Me. Pizza. Parlor. Get." She told me.
Hiper? How did she get Hiper from Hipengy?! I couldn't stand it anymore. "TALK IN SENTENCES GIRL!!!" I shrieked.
"Sorry." She frowned, talking normal for once in her life.
So we played Find Four. I guess she didn't know you could win diagonal because she was making the most obvious of moves. I won, as always. Then she said she had to go back to the pizza parlor.
"Where I meet you after this?" She seemed to have trouble being literate.
"Ski lodge." I said. She agreed. After playing a few rounds of Find Four (and winning) with other penguins, I got bored and headed back to her igloo. She stood there, gaze fixed on the opposite wall. For a minute, I thought I had given her a brain tumor, but she seemed to be having an internal meltdown. Puff was sleeping on the floor, his three chins quivering as he snored.
I waited for Bree to come back to reality. I waved a flipper at her. Then I yelled, "BREE, PUFF IS DEAD!" No response. I smirked. "BREE!" I shrieked. "PUFF IS UP IN FLAMES! HE'S GOING DOWN! I CAN'T SAVE HIM! I CAN'T! AHH! AHH! IT'S HOPELESS! HE'S BURNING UP! WE'RE TOO LATE…TOO LATE…I COULDN'T SAVE HIM! HE'S DEAD!" She still didn't move, standing with the same blank expression. I sidled up to her, looking sad. "And so…" I whispered in a quavering voice. "Bree sprinkled Puff's ashes into the cove by the sea. The End."
I left laughing and never saw the mental case again.
