Penguins of Madagascar

“So this is Sunlight Metropolis …” Kowalski looks at the brochure in front of him and see’s a bright happy city. The city didn’t live up to its expectations.

The city was very gloomy. All of its tall buildings were dark and mysterious; it gave off this eerie vibe. The absolute silence didn't help either. The plaza, were the penguins stood, was void of all life. The only thing there was an inn, an item shop, and large bronze doors leading to different districts to the town. The lights of the buildings were off. In the middle of the plaza, a large fountain stood and the water seemed murky, that flowed out of a small spout.

“Auuugh!” The outburst shocked everyone. “What in Holy Mackerel was that?” Skipper asks his team, seeming shocked themselves. “If I’m correct,” Kowalski takes out his note pad and starts Pagsulat something. “That was a scream and it came from the first district. Should we investigate it, Skipper?” “Yes we should, men.” Skipper slides, on his belly to First District with the rest of his team following by.

The First District seemed empty. All there resided were empty buildings, and alleyways leading into the unknown. “Everything seems quiet, to quiet in this town. Kowalski analysis.” Skipper looks at the tall ibong dagat beside him. “Well from what I noticed, this town is completely void of life. Also all the shops and building are closed, so that must mean that most of the citizens are off somewhere.” Kowalski pauses a minuto to inspect his surroundings. Something at the corner of his eye catches his attention. He went over to a trail of kahel slime leading into a narrow, eerie alleyway. “What do we have here?” Kowalski focuses his attention to the slime on the floor

Skipper and the rest of his team decide to see what Kowalski was looking at. “What is it, Kowalski?” Private stared at the bubbly liquid. “Well obviously it’s … umm, well actually I don’t know.” Kowalski was utterly confused at what was in front of them. It was an kahel liquid of course but it almost seemed … alive. “Well whatever it is, we still have one main objective men and that’s figuring out where that scream came from.” Skipper was standing in front of the entryway, waiting for his team to follow him into the alley. Everyone, except Kowalski takes their attention off slime and follows Skipper.

“Well whatever you are …” Kowalski, wherever he got it from took out a clear plastic test tube and filled the container with the fluid up to the very brim. “Coming?” sinabi a gruff voice. Kowalski looks over to see Rico standing right beside him. Kowalski stumbled back in shock; he didn’t know Rico was there. “Yes Rico I’m coming.”

Kowalski without noticing had dropped the test tube near Rico. Rico, to Kowalski’s misfortune saw the test tube and picked it up. Rico looked up at the tall ibong dagat curiously. “Rico, please don’t tell Skipper. He’ll tell me to get rid of it.” Kowalski begs. Rico stares at the tall penguin, but then a sudden smirk forms on the psychotic penguin’s face. “Ok.” Rico sagot back. Rico swallows the test tube and pats his belly. It made the psychotic ibong dagat feel warm in his tummy.

“So do I owe you something then?” Kowalski hoped he didn’t owe Rico anything. Rico shakes his head happily.

The four penguins continued to follow the trail, the trail made twists and turns intertwined deeper within the alley. It leads them to a dead-end. “Well it’s a dead-end Skipper.” Kowalski points out. “Thank you Kowalski, I couldn’t tell that.” Skipper says sarcastically. The leader sighs in exhaustion; he and his team were tired. “Let’s go back.” Skipper starts his way back with his team following. “Beaver!” Rico, out of sudden yells. Everyone confused, what was Rico talking about?

Skipper spots a person with huge teeth looking at the penguins. He stood in front of the exit. He had on a kulay-rosas sando and a kulay-rosas hat, with a dot that floated over his hat. He seemed to be a young boy.

“What are a bunch of penguins doing in an alley?” The buck toothed boy scratched his brown hair in wonder. “And what’s a beaver doing in an alley.” Skipper retorts with a sly smile. “Beaver!” The boy enraged at Skipper’s remark. The two continue to argue until Private interferes. “You two, stop fighting!” Private shut the two up. He walks over to the boy and asks his name. “What’s your name?” “My name’s Timmy Turner.”