This is one of those don't ask, don't tell kind of fics... Remind me never again to talk to Trish...never. Her and her darn dancing penguin pictures that she claims are my muse and her penguin pj's...This is all your fault Trish!
I would like to dedicate this sugar and Trish induced fic to Trish, she deserves it really lol.
Dancing PenguinsSG1 walked down the platform that the Stargate was stood on and onto the forest floor.
"Well campers, looks like a quiet day. Which way to Oz?" Jack O'Neill asked slapping his cap onto his head.
Before Sam had time to answer, a penguin popped up out of a bush with a chirp that sounded like a laugh.
"Uh, a penguin?" Daniel asked bewildered.
"It appears to be doing a dance." Teal'c added.
The penguin had hopped out of the bush and was bobbing up and down; it was a very fat penguin and a slightly off black, purpley colour.
SG1 watched the penguin with fascination as it started to alternate from foot to foot as it bounced, before flapping its wings as well.
Jack spun around as another chirp was heard and another penguin popped out of a bush and joined the funny dance. Before they knew it they were surrounded by dancing penguins, there were hundreds of them. They seemed o be closing in on SG1's position...
Jack woke up in a cold sweat and came face to face with a penguin. He screamed like a girl.
"Jack, what's wrong?" Sam asked sitting up.
"I...uh..." He stuttered pointing to the penguins. "What have I told you about penguins Carter? You know they give me nightmares!"
Sam looked down at her penguin-covered pyjamas.
"Sorry Jack, I'll take them off." She said undoing the buttons...