Chapter Two
New Improvements
Once Kowalski had ceased laughing maniacally, he composed himself and made his first request to his clone.
"Kowalski would you be so kind as to make me a smoothie?"
"Anything for a fellow scientist." Kowalski's clone replied chirpily.
The clone set off to make a smoothie while Kowalski rubbed his flippers together with a delighted countenance.
Meanwhile on the fake ice floe in the penguin habitat…
Rico and Skipper were still sipping their smoothies and enjoying themselves.
Private on the other hand was burdened with a heavy conscience.
"Skipper don't you think we should apologize to Kowalski?" Private suggested to his leader.
"Negative soldier, if anything HE should be the one to apologize. Disrespecting his superior officer like that. He should be court martialled." Skipper replied.
"Yeah!" Rico agreed.
"OK then." Private said meekly with a sad countenance.
Meanwhile in the penguin headquarters Kowalski had made a decision.
"Even though their manners are appalling, I have decided that they have earned the right to gaze upon my finest creation. Come Kowalski let us show them what I am capable of creating." Kowalski conversed with his clone.
The clone nodded and the two Kowalskis climbed up the ladder, with Kowalski leading the way.
The metallic food dish soon flew into the air, Kowalski leaped out of the hole, followed by his clone.
"BEHOLD my greatest invention!" Kowalski announced proudly and held both his flippers up high towards his clone.
The clone puffed up his chest and posed majestically, extending his flipper into the air and caught the food dish gracefully as it descended back to the ground.
"Gee Kowalski a clone? I thought I told you to stay away from the mad science experiments." Skipper slid his sun glasses slightly and reproached Kowalski.
"But Skipper did you not see how he caught the dish? He has improved reflexes, and reaction time and I believe he may have improved... EVERYTHING!" Kowalski exclaimed.
"Good! Then maybe he can make you stop flapping that beak about nerdy things. Uh... Kowalski number two, be a good soldier and slap Kowalski for me would you? Thank you." Skipper asked the clone politely.
"Will do Skipper, sorry about this Kowalski." The clone slapped Kowalski.
"Obedient AND polite, what an improvement!" Skipper remarked.
"But I'M obedient and polite too!" Kowalski said.
"Come on Kowalski, let's just leave them alone and go invent things together." The clone tried to persuade his creator.
"Good idea, at least YOU understand me." Kowalski complimented his clone and they both waddled to the headquarters entrance and climbed down and made their way to Kowalski's laboratory.
Meanwhile in an abandoned warehouse in Hoboken...
Dr. Blowhole had adopted this warehouse as his new evil lair. It was ominous and ill lit with flickering light bulbs. Left over crates littered the place leaving the warehouse with an eerie atmosphere.
Dr. Blowhole was on his segway, with a lobster directly in front of him.
"Thank you for volunteering brave minion, now do hold still." Dr. Blowhole requested his lobster minion.
The lobster was trembling with fear.
Dr. Blowhole pressed a big red button on the panel on his scooter, a ray gun emerged.
"Inceptionator activated." A booming synthetic voice announced from his segway and fired a beam of energy at the lobster.
The lobster was stunned, he had a a vacant expression on his face.
"You are now...hmmm how about something amusing to lighten the mood? OK you are now... a chicken, now cluck for me and peck at the floor." Dr. Blowhole ordered the lobster.
The lobster did as he was told.
"It worked! Well of course it did, because I built it. With this machine, I can replace anybody's memory and give them a new identity... but enough listening to my monologue! Get back to work minions we have a a glorious day ahead of us..." Dr. Blowhole announced to his minions and cackled malevolently as the lobsters arranged the crates...
Hi guys, thanks for reading and reviewing my story, I just love reading your reviews. Big shout out to SkipperPrivate for informing me what Dr. Blowhole's "vehicle" was called.