The Penguin Band: Slash's Revenge!
Chapter 3:
First off, yes, I've brought back this story. It's been a long time since I updated the story – it's been eleven months since! I stopped doing FanFictions during this story, yes, but I returned with the Killer Trilogy and decided to return fully. I've been busy since and I completely forgot about the plot of this story and everything. I don't like to disappoint, so I brought back this story quicker than I had planned.
In the last chapter, we got to see what Slash was planning with his annoying puffle, Dash. Gold Smith vanished into thin air at the end of the chapter.
"Ah, what happened last night?" asked G Billy. "What the…?" He was on top of the TV with a puffle lantern in his hand still. "Blue puffle?" he smirked. He dropped it and jumped off of the TV. "What happened last night?" he looked up at Stompin' Bob who was hanging on the chandelier, asleep.
"I think we were hung over," said Franky, who appeared to be coming from the fridge. He had food stains around his beak and everything.
G Billy looked around. There were bottles of soda and beer and you name it. "Yeah," G Billy nodded. "You're right."
"Let's wake up the others," Franky said.
G Billy looked at him like he was insane. "Are you so sure about waking up Stompin' Bob? He's uh…"
"I know," Franky said. He grabbed a ladder and put it against the chandelier. Well that did it. It broke the chandelier and sent it crashing to the ground. Glass shattered and was sent flying across the floor. Stompin' Bob was easily woken up as was Petey K.
"Agh, what did you do?!" G Billy said.
"They're awake at least!" Franky said with a hopeful smile.
G Billy rolled his eyes.
"Gold won't get mad. He doesn't get mad at us. Besides, he's got more coins than one can count!" Petey K. said, heading towards the sink to wash his face off. There were soda stains.
"What happened last night? Why was I on the chandelier?" asked Stompin' Bob. He was a bit dizzy.
"We got hung over," G Billy explained. "That's the only time, and last time, I have more than five beers and sodas!"
"Same here," Stompin' Bob said. He shook his head quickly to wake himself up.
"Franky, you might want to go wash your face off," Petey K. said, returning from the sink. He pointed to his own beak and showed him where he needed to wash off.
"Ah, man, did I get involved with the fridge too much last night?" Franky ran towards the sink.
"Hey, wait, something seems weird here," G Billy said.
"Yeah, something does seem weird," Petey K. said.
"I think it's the fact that…" Stompin' Bob paused.
"That the water is not becoming hot," Franky said, angrily.
"What?" Petey K. came over to the sink. "Wrong knob!" He turned the right knob on the highest setting just to give Franky a little foreshadow at 'you wasted my time'.
"Gold isn't here," G Billy said.
"What?" asked Stompin' Bob.
"He isn't here."
"He isn't. You're right!" Petey K. said.
"And there isn't a note that told us where he went." Stompin' Bob said. "He always leaves a note!"
"Wait, his phone is still here," Franky pointed to it with his wet flipper. It was next to the sink. He got a bit of water on the screen when he pointed to it.
"That's unusual," Stompin' Bob said. "He always writes a note and takes his phone with him,"
"Something isn't right here," said Petey K, suspicious.
"Maybe he was also hung over and left to go get some things from the igloo store?" offered Franky, returning from the sink with a clean face.
"Yeah," Petey K. said. "Maybe that's it."
"I don't think so," G Billy said. "As much as Gold loves to drink, he didn't do it last night. He was the first to fall asleep."
"How do you know?" asked Petey K.
"Because looking at this video," G Billy was looking at a video on his phone. "Petey K. decided to prank him,"
They all looked at Petey K. who shrugged. "Sorry,"
"Great," Franky said. "If he's dead, you're responsible!"
"Calm down, Franky. He's not dead." G Billy said. "At least as far as I'm aware."
"Maybe there's something in that video that we can use as evidence?" Stompin' Bob said.
"Look, we're not the type for investigating stuff." G Billy said. "I'll give this video to the EPF to investigate. They can give it back to us."
"Can we file a missing penguin report?" asked Franky.
"Not yet. It hasn't been fourty-eight hours. At least I think," Stompin' Bob answered before G Billy could.
"Maybe he disappeared into thin air?" asked Petey K.
"No, that's not possible," G Billy said.
"We can check the security cameras!" offered Franky.
"Perfect!" yelled Petey K. "Franky, you're a genius!"
"I am?" Franky asked, shocked that any penguin would ever even bother to say that.
"No!" Petey K. laughed.
"Agh," Franky said.
G Billy stood on a chair and grabbed the tape out of the security camera. They put it on Gold's big screen and watched it. It showed them all getting wasted and all that.
"Heh, so that's what happened last night," Franky said, looking at him opening the fridge door and falling asleep.
They watched as Stompin' Bob and G Billy threw Puffle-O's at each other and then Stompin' Bob climbed up onto the chandelier with the same ladder as earlier. He stood up there and swung on it and then fell asleep. G Billy climbed up on top of the TV and shouted some random things. Then he fell asleep for no apparent reason.
"Can we just skip to the uh, part where Gold leaves?" Petey K. asked, feeling embarrassed as he wondered what was to come for how he ended up in the soda bowl.
Stompin' Bob, who had the remote, fast-forwarded to the part where Gold got up. The camera blacked out as soon as he rose from the floor, where he was sleeping.
"Well, that's all we have to work with," G Billy said.
"That's not much," Petey K. said.
"We can just gladly assume that Gold had been penguin-napped?!" Franky started panicking.
"Not yet…" G Billy tried to remain calm.
"F-fine," Franky said.
"Let's just go practice for today," Stompin' Bob told the others. They headed towards the practice stage. While they did that, G Billy started to wonder if Gold was okay and what happened to him. While he didn't want to admit it, he believed that Gold was indeed penguin-napped. But by who? That was the question.