Second chapter! Where did the penguins end up? When you read the chapter name, think of Back to the Future the movie. Gotta read to find out! Read and reveiw!
Chapter 2:Back to the Past!
The four penguins groaned as they sat up.
Private looked around.
"Kowalski? Where are we?"
Kowalski looked at his now broken yet working invention.
"I don't know Private." He admitted. "Somewhere in the past."
"The past? How far in the past?" Skipper demanded. "Not the time with the hippies right?"
Kowalski shrugged.
He looked around.
"And it looks like Blowhole's lair, yet not so…evil."
"Blowhole's lair?" Skipper squawked.
"Of course we are in the past, so this could be before Blowhole became evil." Kowalski replied.
Rico saw a baby dolphin staring at them with scared eyes.
"Skippa'!" he exclaimed, poking his leader in the shoulder.
"What is it Rico?" Skipper asked, looking at the Mohawk penguin.
Rico pointed at the baby dolphin.
Its eyes were as wide as dinner plates.
The baby dolphin was lying on a large baby blue quilt with blocks, a rattle and a stuff orange fish wearing a green hat.
"Aw it's so cute!" Private replied.
Tears started to come into its eyes.
"Don't cry little one, we're not going to hurt you."
It started to bawl.
"Mommy!" it wailed.
The baby dolphin lay on its stomach, covering its eyes with its flippers.
"Rico, calm the kid down!" Skipper demanded.
Rico went up to it and spewed out combat weapons, which included ninja stars, nun chucks, and a stick of dynamite.
The baby dolphin looked at them then started crying again.
"Uh… Rico? I would think more on the lines of a stuff animal." Kowalski suggested.
Rico regurgitated a stuff toy, taking back the combat weapons.
"Mommy!" the little dolphin shrieked, trying to get away from Rico.
A young female penguin with green eyes with her feathers in a bun ran into the room.
"Who are you and what are you doing to my baby?" She demanded, grabbing Rico and flung him against the wall, pinning his flipper behind his back.
Rico started shouting panic gibberish.
She raised a brow.
"Talk normal!" she demanded. "Who are you and who are you working for?"
"Calm down ma'am. We didn't do anything to your child." Skipper assured.
She released Rico and grabbed Skipper.
"Answer my question! Who are you?" she growled.
"Gee miss. I'm…" Private began, but Kowalski slapped a flipper over his beak.
"Well tell you in a moment madam, can you release our commanding officer please?" Kowalski asked.
She released Skipper.
"Wait, you are a military rookery?" she asked.
"Yes, why?" Skipper asked.
"I was once in a military rookery long ago, female mostly, but I had to quit because I was captured by humans with my little brother." She replied, picking up the little dolphin.
The little dolphin wrapped his flippers around her neck, burying his head in her shoulder, crying.
"Shh, shh, Victor. Mommy's right here." She cooed rocking him.
"Victor?" Skipper asked.
"Yes. I named my son Victor after my father who died long before my little Victor Wictor was born." She cooed at her son.
He looked at her with wet eyes yet smiled.
"Is your name Crystal?" Kowalski asked.
Skipper shot him a look and Kowalski gave a sheepish smile.
"Uh…yes it is…how did you…?" she started, flustered.
"We…uh…heard about you in the military." Skipper replied.
"Really? Well I don't like to brag but I was the best in my unit." She replied with a smile.
She sat her son down, and patted his head.
"Be a good boy for mommy and play with your toys. Mommy's got to talk with the other grown-ups right now." She cooed to her son.
He smiled at her and clapped his flippers, giggling.
She smiled.
She turned her attention to them.
"Let's talk in the kitchen, that way we can relax and I can keep an eye on my son." Crystal replied, guiding them in the kitchen.
Victor picked up a block with his flipper then started banging it on another block, laughing.
The four military penguins sat at the stone table with Crystal.
"So how old is your son Crystal?" Kowalski asked politely.
"He's six months old." She replied. "Now can I get your names? I would like to get the names of the people who just suddenly appeared in my house."
"Well miss, I'm Pri…" Private began, but Skipper grabbed his beak and shot him a look.
"Fake names! We have no idea what will happen to the future if we actually expose our real names," Skipper whispered to him, before turning to Crystal, "I'm Donatello Maraschino,"
"I'm Tony Diego," Kowalski replied.
"Bob!" Rico squawked.
"And I'm Paul." Private smiled after Skipper released his beak.
"Well boys, now that I got your names, how did you get in here?" Crystal asked.
"That would be my doing." Kowalski answered. "I was testing my newest invention when we were transported here."
"You're an inventor?" Crystal asked.
"Yes I am."
"I am too! I actually built my home."
"Really? You built all this?" Private asked.
"Yes. It was. It took me a couple of months, I just finished last week. It was hard to keep Victor away from the construction supplies. I managed to put him in his playpen to keep him from getting into stuff." Crystal answered.
"My, he sounds like a trouble maker."
She laughed.
"Oh not at all. He's just a little curious. All children are." She replied. "Would you boys like some coffee?"
"Sure!" Skipper replied.
Rico and Kowalski nodded.
"I'm too young for coffee miss; can I have a spot of tea instead?" Private asked.
Crystal smiled.
"Of course."
She put the fresh coffee beans in the coffee machine.
She looked at Victor, smiling.
He was playing happily with his blocks, babbling to himself in baby talk.
Kowalski looked at the direction she was looking at.
He smiled.
He had a hunch at where they were in the past.
"Crystal? Can we have some privacy for a minute?" he asked.
"Oh certainly, I'll go check on Victor." She replied, leaving.
"What was that all about?" Skipper asked.
"I think I know where we are." Kowalski replied.
"Really? Where?" Private asked.
"We are six months to where me and Crystal were separated and she had adopted Blowhole."
"So we're in Crystal's and Blowhole's lair when Blowhole was a baby?" Private asked.
Kowalski nodded.
"My, it's hard to believe someone who is so evil was once cute and innocent."
"May I come back now?" Crystal asked, poking her head in.
"Yes." Skipper replied.
Crystal came in with Victor.
He grabbed her feathers and pulled.
"Ow! No, no, Victor. You're not supposed to pull Mommy's feathers." She scowled gently.
He giggled, clapping his flippers.
She shook her head, chuckling.
"Now if you don't mind boys, I have a couple of questions for you." She replied, sitting down.
"By all means." Skipper replied. "By all means."