Happy Feet...The TRUTH
There are a lot of errors in the movie Happy Feet with what Emperor Penguins can and can't do and will and will not do. This series of shorts isn't here to randomly point out those errors, no, it's to make fun of those errors at every available opportunity. So let the random merry making begin!
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"Quick someone grab him!"
"Mumble!"
"Is it safe to dive in..wait who's that...ow."
"Someone help me quick..." The now adult penguin Mumble slid helplessly along the ice among his friends, reaching helplessly with flippers that held no purchase on the solid sheet of ice beneath him. "Guys? A little hand here?"
Two penguin's stared at one another. "Hand?"
"No idea bro, just smile and nod."
Mumble went flying off the edge of the cliff and sunk deep into the dark water's below. The young group he was a part off approached the edge and peered worriedly below.
"Think he's coming up?"
"Nah man, he's dead." a Penguin with shades approached the group. "Kinda par for par right? You dig?"
"What do you mean dead?" Gloria demanded, her chest puffed out angrily. "I'm sure he's just-"
"He looks the same as he did when you were hatchings right?" the shaded bird continued at Gloria's nod. "Means his feather's aren't water proof. We get this ability as we age into adults and develop our preen gland. Mumble's feather's never grew in, and since he still has the fluff of a chick...well..." he made a bubble popping sound.
"Oh dear." Gloria looked up after a moment. "Well who's for a sing off?"
"Wanna mate?" the shaded penguin followed after.
"No."
"Just a little?"
"Still no."