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Larry got up early the next day. He was woken by the sound of drums. He rolled his eyes. Why does his roommate have to be such an early bird? Pulling the covers over his head, he tried to go back to sleep but it was impossible with all the crashes and bangs. So, he reluctantly got up and headed towards the bathroom to get ready.

After twenty minutes or so, Larry was ready for the day. He looked at himself in the sink's mirror before washing away the last traces of sleep from his eyes. He then ran downstairs into the basement and saw Fred practicing the drums. Navy blue flippers pressed to his ears, Larry yelled among the drums, "It is Saturday, for crying out loud!"

The drumming stopped and Fred looked at his roommate with a hurt expression. "Gosh. You don't have to insult me by covering your ears."

Larry shrugged. "Sorry."

His green friend dismissed the matter with a wave of his slipper. "Nah. It is alright." Then he grinned widely. "Dude! Guess what?!"

Larry sighed inwardly. If Fred was excited about something, odds were it was about something musical or something insane. "What? Some guy setting his beak on fire while dancing to Penguin Band Boogie?"

His green friend grew wide-eyed. "What! Is that going to happen somewhere?! When!? I GOTTA see that!"

Larry shook his head, amazed that his friend couldn't catch his sarcastic tone before. "No, it isn't."

"Well, that's a bummer." He frowned disappointedly before beaming again. "I won V.I.P. tickets to a Penguin Band concert!"

"Wait… WHAT?!" Larry was shocked. He wasn't really into music, but the Penguin Band was a big deal.

"Yup! And there are two tickets! So I was planning to bring Henry along."

Larry punched Fred on the arm and laughed. "You hate Henry… How did you win them?"

"Does it really matter?" His green flipper waved the yellow tickets around. "I mean look at these!"

Larry's smile faded. One problem with his roommate was that he sometimes does things he shouldn't be doing. "Yes, it does matter. Seriously, how did you get them?"

Fred sighed. "Fine. If you must know. I won them in an online music contest. Believe it or not, penguins like how I play the drums." Towards the end, Fred's tone turned bitter, a clear indication to Larry that his normally cheerful friend was lying.

"Where did you get them?" He asked again.

"I just told you! Gosh, I thought you'd be happy about it! Look, if you don't believe me, then fine! But I am going to the concert whether you are or not!" Fred then stomped angrily upstairs and into his room.

Larry shook his head. Just where did he get those? His stomach suddenly grumbled for breakfast. Larry climbed the stairs but he didn't feel like cooking. "I guess it is pizza for breakfast," he said to himself.

He grabbed his wallet, phone, and coat, and waddled out of the igloo, making sure to lock the door. Larry shivered as the sudden chill of winter hit him. The snow was still falling delicately but persistently. He idly watched his breath turn the air foggy as he walked. Finally, he reached the Pizza Parlor. He pulled open the glass door and waddled inside, relieved that he was out of the cold. There was a sign near the entrance that read, "Please seat yourself."

Larry waddled over to a booth, removed his black coat, and then sat down. His stomach complained quietly again as he looked around for a waiter. He soon gave up and started thinking about Fred's outrage. I wish I knew when the next concert was. He turned on his phone and searched the web for the next Penguin Band concert. He found the answer: "Today 6:30pm At the Stage."

A waiter waddled up to the waiting dark blue bird. "Hello, sir. Sorry for the wait. Do you know what you would like?"

"Yeah. Two slices of pepperoni pizza and a medium Coca Cola."

The waiter left with his order written on his notepad. Strange that I had to wait for a waiter. It isn't like they are busy in the mornings, Larry thought idly. He shrugged. He was soon given his meal. He chewed thoughtfully. He better tell me where he got them soon. I hope they aren't illegal or something.

Before he knew it, Larry was done with his slice and his drink. He asked the waiter for a box to keep the remaining slice in. After paying, he picked up the box and headed towards the door. As he pushed the door open with one free flipper, he bumped into… the purple penguin.

He is just a strange penguin, Larry told himself. "S-sorry!" He stammered. He wanted to leave but the penguin didn't step out of the way. The purple bird dusted his blazer off with his flipper as he looked at Larry, his beak taking on another fake, creepy smile. Larry felt as if he were shrinking while the purple penguin seemed to tower over him powerfully, even though they were of similar height.

Two seconds later, the smiling purple penguin stepped to the side. "It's alright." Larry nodded nervously and half jogged, half walked away.

He is just a strange penguin. A weird, strange penguin. A simple weird penguin.

He would chant that in his mind over and over as if his life depended on it. He only stopped when he finally reached his igloo.

Ha ha ha! HA HA HA! Strange purple penguin, huh? Exactly! :P :) Feel free to review… or not… :P :)