There's an evil penguin in my closet.
Where Is It?
He ran through the darkness with only a small light to guide his way.
He had to find it.
He needed it.
The power was out. But that wasn't going to stop him. He wouldn't let it.
He ran from room to room, searching furiously.
"Where is it?" he cried softly.
He heard creaking.
"Eep..."
He let out a light whimper.
He had to find it before...they...did...
He couldn't let them find it. That was the worst possible thing that could happen to him.
He darted into another room.
He swept the light around the room. There! In the corner sitting on a chest.
He ran to it and picked it up.
"There you are," he cried, hugging it.
He heard footsteps approaching.
Suddenly the lights came on.
"Harrier?" one of his squad mates said. She raised an eyebrow. "Is that your plush bunny?"
He stood up straight and in a very dignified voice said, "Yes."
She stared at him.
He glared back. "Not. A. Word."
"Oh, no. Not from me," she said, crossing her fingers behind her back.
"Very good." He walked out with great poise.
She grinned.
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If only the Rex GTuardians were as prepared for such indignities as the Talons. If only the Rex Guardians had the audacity.