So here is the nest chapter! Yay! So cool! Ok, I shut up now! :D Be careful, there are bad words.

Robbed. Of course, we were robbed. Still in his pajamas, Larry looked around angrily at the tv-less decoration-less living room. Well, this what we deserve for letting some idiotic stranger into our igloo! He shook his head angrily, not happy to have woken up to such a mess that could have easily been avoided if he had listened to his instincts. He had come downstairs to check on Roxy, only to see that she and many valuables have disappeared. Larry shook his head vigorously once more before yelling upstairs.

"Hey, Fred! Come the f*** down here!"

For a while, no response came. Larry felt the strong urge to yell again but heard his friend's door open followed by the groggy thud of his feet on the stairs. When Fred saw the living room, he was halfway downstairs.

"Holy shit, man! What the hell happened?" He asked as he ran down the rest of the steps.

"What do you think?" Larry glared accusingly at his roommate, who was now by his side. Fred simply shrugged.

Larry resisted the urge to punch his green friend. "Oh my gosh, you clueless idiot! That Roxy bitch stole our stuff!"

Fred smirked. "And our hearts."

Larry stared at Fred. "Are f***ing serious right now?! Are you asking me to murder you?!"

"Dude, chill. I was just kidding." Fred took out his phone. "And in all your anger, you forgot to call the cops, didn't you?"

Just as Fred was dialing in the number, a navy blue flipper snatched his phone away. As he finished dialing and held the phone up to his ear, Larry said, "I didn't forget. I just wanted to let you know first."

"And you have to call because?"

But Larry was already talking on the phone. After a while, Larry hung up. "They said that they'll be over as soon as they can and that in the future we should not let random penguins into our igloo." Larry glared meaningfully at his friend as he handed back his phone.

"Okay, sure. But why did you have to call? It isn't everyday you get to call the cops! I wanted to see what it was like!"

His navy blue friend rolled his eyes. "I couldn't trust you to take the matter seriously."

"You have got to learn to live, my friend." Fred said dramatically and tearfully. "Live!"

"Just shut up and brush your teeth," Larry said as he backed away from his friend.

"Wow, so grumpy."

Larry glared at his happy green roommate and was about speak when panicked squeaking was heard. Suddenly, Circle was by Fred's side. The puffle gave a hiccup now and then.

Fred's smile widened. "Aww, look at who finally got up!" He picked up Circle, who hiccuped again.

"Why is it hiccupping?"

Fred gave Larry a sad look. "You mean why is he hiccupping." Then he quickly grinned as he answered, "Well, it appears that Circle here is still experiencing the effects of alcohol."

"Wow. Pretty sure you're not allowed to do that..." Larry looked quizzically at the puffle. "How was last night anyway?"

"Well, after you left, I was kinda sad. But even so, I met with the Penguin Band. And, dude, you won't believe it! After talking to them they said I was cool and they let me use Stompin' Bob's guitar!"

Larry smiled, genuinely happy for Fred, "Dude, that's great!"

"I mean, it wasn't during the performance or anything. I guess they just wanted to hear my skills. But then the best part is that-"

Fred was interrupted by the doorbell and a rapid series of knocks. Larry quickly shrugged apologetically before waddling quickly to the door.

Wow... Anyways... Feel free to review... or not... :P :)