The newly created pinguin stared blankly at his fish. Having tears forming at his eyes, soaking his feathers on contact with the salty liquid. He couldn't stop thinking about his past life as a human. He missed his family, his friends. Everything is going to hell. And no matter how much he wished, he was stuck like like this, a flightless bird.

The short pinguin in fount of him had a concerned expression stuck on his face. He felt like he needed to say something, something to comfort him.

"A-are Du alright?" He sagte in a British voice.

He didn't respond. Before the British bird could speak up,...

New York City, in the middle of summer. Hot Von anyone's standards, sweltering Von a penguin's. Needless to say, the four penguins now standing on the artificial ice floe, to their habitat, were not pleased. Of course, they would not have been willing to put up with such heat, but after the FURNACE incident, they were not willing to take any chances with turning up the a/c.

Kowalski glared up at the sun, behind one shielding flipper. The sun did not suit him, and he was sure he did not look well in it. The others they were used to it, but long hours, shut away in his lab, had left him unaccustomed...

Kowalski quickly hopped down various branches and out of the baum as quickly as possible; he was sure that some animals, almost certainly the other penguins, would be scaling the baum in Minuten in order to see what had caused the ‘disturbance’. As Skipper tried to calm the crowd, Kowalski waited behind the baum for a bit to make sure he was telling them of his demise. When he was satisfied, Kowalski slipped away from the baum as silently as possible and dashed behind a bench, waited until he was positive none of the Tiere were looking in his direction, then ran until he reached the nearest...

"All right, Kowalski." Skipper banged on the door. "Let's see that invention of yours."

"Give me a few Mehr minutes" was the muffled reply.

Skipper groaned loudly and waddled toward the table. Taking a deck of cards, he sat down and looked at the other penguins. "Anybody up for a game of cards? We're playing Stomp the Wombat."

It was a few games later that Kowalski came out, his face beaming. "I've done it!" he exclaimed.

"Let's see it," sagte Skipper. "You know your invention?"

Private nervously tapped his two flippers together. "Is it going to be dangerous?"

Kowalski scoffed. "Of course not!"

Rico...