Chapter 3:
10:10 PM:
"Hi, I'm Rhonda, and I'm a walrus," Rhonda told her conrads.
"Hi, Rhonda," Dr. Blowhole and the other zoosters said in unison.
"I hate Skipper because he's so bossy," Rhonda whined, "and he calls himself a leader? No way! That's just pathetic!"
"I agree," Savio added, rolling his eyes.
"The first time I met Skipper was in Antarctica," Rhonda resumed. "I was with my buddies near a swimming hole, until I see him and his friends skidding over towards my way and telling me that they needed the hole to go fishing. I asked him why, and he just yells at me saying that I can't know what he and his buddies are doing because I wasn't part of their clique.
"I mean, who does that penguin think he is? That little punk has tangoed with the wrong walrus! I mean, what did I ever do to him to deserve that?
"And then there was this one time that he betrayed me to a shark! A great white shark! I was at the swimming hole again, and I felt someone push me in. As I fell into the water, I see a shark heading my way! Eyes so hungry… jaws as powerful as a bulldozer… oh the horror!"
"Rhonda! Rhonda!" Dr. Blowhole tried to calm her down. "It's okay. There's no shark here. We understand. Do we, guys?"
The other zoosters nodded and went over to comfort Rhonda. After a few moments of comforting, they all sat back down to resume the meeting.
"Anyway," Rhonda said sniffling, "that was horrible what Skipper and the penguins did to me. That was why I shipped myself to the Central Park Zoo and stayed there to spy on them and steal Kowalski's gadget for Dr. Blowhole."
"Yes," Dr. Blowhole said, "and Kowalski's little gadget works like a charm too. Thank you for getting that for me, Rhonda."
"You're welcome," Rhonda said nodding, "I was there at the Central Park Zoo spying on Skipper while I was bunking with a whiny otter… uh, what was her name? Marty? Marina? No. Marlene. She didn't like me, but who cares?
"So, that's why I hate Skipper. He did horrible things to me. He even encouraged his penguin friends to do horrible things to me… all because I was a walrus! I was a fat whale to them! So there! I hate Skipper!"
The bad guys around Rhonda applauded soon after she finished her story.
"I hear this story, Rhonda," Dr. Blowhole said to her, "and I can see someone being humiliated as much as I was. So, I think you and I should go out sometime, if you want."
"Cool!" Rhonda marveled.
Now, Dr. Blowhole took the top hat again and pulled out another name. The piece of paper that he had pulled out was a little slimy, but he managed to shake off the slime with a quick flick of his flipper.
The paper read: "Savio."
"I thought you couldn't write, Savio?" Blowhole questioned.
Everyone looked at the snake in question. Savio looked at them and said, "Well, no I can't, but I was reading my name on the paper and… well, I couldn't help but salivate at the very thought of eating Skipper."
"Oh, well, do tell, Savio," Dr. Blowhole said, "since I pulled out your name from the hat."
"Oh, I will tell," the snake said with a smirk. "However, I must forewarn you all that my story is long. It has many twists and turns. But worry not; I'll make it short and sweet, like dessert."
"Do you always have to refer to eating someone?" Clemson cut in.
"That's just how I am," Savio defended himself, "unless you want me to make you my next meal."
Clemson gulped nervously and said, "Um, no, I'll pass. I wanna hear your story. Please tell us."