“Liam, where are we?” Katherine asked her lieutenant. She and her 10-penguins team (including her) were in a ventilation tunnel of Blowhole’s lair, hidden on an island.
A tall ibong dagat with brown eyes and spiky feathers on his head looked down through a crate. Then he started Pagsulat something in his notebook.
“According to my calculations, we’re over Blowhole’s warehouse” he stated.
“Okay, here’s our destination. Heather, give me a rope” Katherine ordered.
“Wait a second…” Heather, the weapons specialist who was a ibong dagat with green-blue eyes and curly dark brown hair,...
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