Sixty-Nine
Whacked-out Conspiracy, Part 1

"WELL, looks like Roseh posted the special," Fennekin noted, reclining on the couch. "…Swellow, why are you still reading that?"

"Absol broke my logic, so I'm stuck like this," Swellow chirped sadly, still sitting down with the book in his wings.

Fennekin flicked him over, right off the couch since the armrest was still missing.

"Ow."

Charizard, meanwhile, was typing on his computer. "Let's see, no one's up to anything right now—WHOA!"

He spun several times on the spot after something black slid quickly under his office chair. He kept swirling in a blur of orange before falling over, dizzy.

"What was that?" Zoroark asked, squinting after the blur.

The blur slid to an air vent, flicked it open, and shot down. Three others soon followed.

"…hmm…four black blurs…plus high-speed sliding…plus an air vent…equals…" Kirlia pondered, adding up numbers on a calculator. "Oh dear…"

"What?" Swellow asked, standing up. "What's all this whacked-out conspiracy about?"

"HE KNOWS TOO MUCH!" an unknown voice shouted. "EVASIVE MANUVERS!"

Several smoke bombs hit the floor, cloaking the PC box in a gray fog.

"ACK!" Quilava coughed, spikes flaring in an effort to clear the mist.

"WE NEED SOMEONE TO CLEAR THIS FOG!" Charizard bellowed.

"ON IT!" Several Pokémon shouted.

Kirlia, Lucario, Rotom, and Zoroark used Heal Pulse, Dragon Pulse, and two Dark Pulse respectively, slamming away some of the fog.

Serperior used a mild Leaf Storm to blow away more, Quilava, Charizard, and Fennekin using a combined Flamethrower to burn the rest away.

Flygon whipped up a small Sandstorm, clearing away the ashes and remainder of fog. Two Iron Tails courtesy of Treeko and Charizard swept up the dirt and threw it away, revealing a completely clean box…

…One Swellow short.

"Gah! Where's Swellow?!" Quilava shouted.

"They must have bird-napped him!" Flygon said, pounding a fist into his claws. "Four black blurs, smoke bombs, air-vent sneaking, and overall commando-ness equals…equals…"

"No way," Zoroark gaped.

"They didn't," Frogadier pleaded, shaking his head rapidly.

"They did," Absol stated.

"Are you saying…?" Chestnaught gulped.

"YES, THAT'S WHAT HE'S SAYING," Luxio moaned. "Swellow's been kidnaped by the Black Ops."

"No, you dork!" Kirlia hissed, slapping him. "He was kidnapped by the Penguins of Madagascar!"

Meanwhile, in an unknown location…

"Uh, where are you taking me?" Swellow's muffled voice asked.

The bird was tied up and hooded—natural raptor instincts keeping him mostly quiet with the hood over his head. He was being shoved along by four unseen forces, however.

"You knew too much," one answered, "we'll need to get you wrapped, tin foiled, and away from public eye!"

"Isn't that a bit much, Skippa?" a slightly British accent asked.

"'Skipper'?" Swellow repeated.

"Pri-vaaaaate," the first voice moaned.

"Oh," it gasped. "Sorry…"

"Bah, we'd need to erase his memory, anyway."

"WHAT?!" Swellow chirped.

"Skipper, if my calculations are correct, we won't need to erase his memory if we just keep him captive at the zoo," a science-minded voice piped.

"Please tell me you aren't those psychotic penguins. Please," Swellow begged.

"We wouldn't have told you anyway," Skipper deadpanned.

"Right. So, where are you taking me?" Swellow asked, wanting to face wing but being incapable.

"Wouldn't you already know, you spy?" Skipper squawked.

"I'm a DreamWorks fan, not a mind-reader!" Swellow answered. "If you wanted mind-reading, you should have kidnapped Kirlia!"

A door opened into a bit more of a lighted room, giving Swellow a silhouette of his captors through the hood. It was flicked off, a flashlight singing his eyes instead.

"GWAK!" he exclaimed, falling over. Sure enough, four penguins stood in front of him, one holding the flashlight.

"Tell us what you know," he demanded.

"Alright then," Swellow answered, clearing his throat for a long, long story.

HOLY COW! SWELLOW GOT KIDNAPPED BY THE PENGUINS!

Pit: How are we going to get him free?!

Percy: Pit, one does not simply 'get someone free' from THOSE birds.

Zelda: Well, we're going to need to do it, so…

Agumon: At least Private's fluffy. Maybe we could take him and have a prisoner trade?

You're a genius, Agumon! Although I would suggest Kowalski. He's a personal fav to me…
Thanks for reading, everybody! Be sure to review, follow and favorite—do all three for one of these smoke bombs Rico coughed up!

Zelda: GROSS!

I know, right? Weird. Be sure to love on your Eevee as well, I'll see you next chapter! Check out the WGDitPC special on Rosehrulez's profile! BYE!