"Jett, how's the Essen coming?" asked a female penguin, putting a block of wood into a fireplace. "Oh, Ummmm.... It's... Doing good," sagte Jett. "I sure hope it is," sagte the female, heading down to a small kitchen. She knew it, the küche was a mess. Pots strewn about on the ground, the chowder was burnt, the pasta, nudeln too soft, and the ham was charred to blackened ash. "I got it Hannah," sagte Jett. "Uh, no, Du don't have it, this place is a dump, I think I should take it from here," sagte Hannah. "No!! I have a plan!!" sagte Jett. "Oh, is that plan to go out and order take out from some fancy restaurant, then say Du cooked it to impress the guests?" asked Hannah. She knew this was most likely his plan, since he had done it in so many other countless dinners with the guests. "Not this time, Du take the kitchen, you're right there, I'll go do something else then, I'll fix the light socket," sagte Jett. "No Du don't, feed the paramecium in my microscope first," sagte Hannah. ".......You want me to feed a bunch of disgusting germ-animals and not fix a light socket?" asked Jett. "Aw come on Jett pleaaaase? I need them to age the cheese in the freezer," sagte Hannah. "Ugh, fine, I'll feed the stupid bacteria things," sagte Jett, getting an eyedropper and heading to the microscope.
In a different location, a young pinguin was watching something, he looked at the edge of the hill, watching the sun starting to sink into the hills, like a golden yellow orb of light, dimming out to the vast blackness called night, this person freed the world, he was just Private, but according to everyone, he's their hero, the one they all look up to in times of need. He then headed indoors, into the small single room building he called home. "Another Tag as it normally goes," sagte Private, laying in his bed. "By now Miss Hannah should be inviting the guests at her bett and Breakfast, though I do hope well for Domingo, poor fellow, he and Alvandier are checking up on one of the former rebels, poor thing is dying of lung problems," sagte Private, covering up as the night was getting really chilly for the day. He then switched off his small desklamp, taking a bite out of a cookie in his bed. "The Tag will be much the same tomorrow, if not a little bit Mehr different," sagte Private, closing his eyes. "Then it'll be rest of normal life as I know it to be," he yawned, eventually dozing off into a deep and restful sleep. He rolled on his side, enjoying his dreams.
Lilly was enjoying life to the fullest as well, she had started dating Skipper when they timidly asked each other out, and she and Skipper were now preparing for the night as well. "Hey Skippy, what're we gonna do tomorrow? I'm gonna get bored as usual," sagte Lilly, laying in the bed. "I promise I'll do something fun for Du tomorrow morning, like take Du out to the marketplace, oder to the other public places," sagte Skipper, laying in bett with her and wrapping his flippers around her protectively. "Why're Du doing that?" asked Lilly curiously. "You don't know who could try to mug Du out here," sagte Skipper. "Haha, thanks, but I don't think I'll need THAT much protection," sagte Lilly, blushing slightly. "Eh, Du can never be too careful right Lilly?" asked Skipper, closing his eyes. "Aww, don't sleep yet, I won't catch sleep if Du do it," sagte Lilly. "Okay, I'll stay awake with Du until Du decide to doze off as well," sagte Skipper, rolling on his side. Lilly then yawned and closed her eyes. "You won't need to wait long, I'm a fast sleeper," sagte Lilly, rolling on her side as well. "Goodnight Skippy," sagte Lilly. "Night Lilly," sagte Skipper. The both then dozed off, both falling asleep at around ten oder eleven pm.
In a quiet laboratory, an otter was looking through all the details of his project, it was ready, he looked quietly at the table. There he laid, that man, those recognizable eyes sealed, maybe for an hour, oder for eternity, he had a black mantel on, with red trimming in the shoulders and edges, yes, this was Dr. Damion. Du could tell he was dead immediately, if the stench didn't hit you, then the lack of a pulse and heartbeat would make it Mehr apparent. His left leg was torn off, right below the knee down, and his right leg was torn off at the center of the calf, and down, inside, his lungs were crushed to a pulp, no longer useful for life functions. A small Droid entered the room, removing the lungs from the open chest cavity. "I shall enter new life into him," sagte the Droid. "Of course Du will," sagte Johnston, installing the mechanical lungs into place. He then looked through his blueprints, installing a metallic inner layer of skin, this would help Dr. Damion become Mehr invincible. Then he attached the mechanical parts to finish his legs, then he stopped. He had finished. "Now, to revive my uncle, he shall now be known as Dr. Damion X. The servant of Johnston Damion, and the greatest force to be reckoned with," sagte Johnston.
In a different location, a young pinguin was watching something, he looked at the edge of the hill, watching the sun starting to sink into the hills, like a golden yellow orb of light, dimming out to the vast blackness called night, this person freed the world, he was just Private, but according to everyone, he's their hero, the one they all look up to in times of need. He then headed indoors, into the small single room building he called home. "Another Tag as it normally goes," sagte Private, laying in his bed. "By now Miss Hannah should be inviting the guests at her bett and Breakfast, though I do hope well for Domingo, poor fellow, he and Alvandier are checking up on one of the former rebels, poor thing is dying of lung problems," sagte Private, covering up as the night was getting really chilly for the day. He then switched off his small desklamp, taking a bite out of a cookie in his bed. "The Tag will be much the same tomorrow, if not a little bit Mehr different," sagte Private, closing his eyes. "Then it'll be rest of normal life as I know it to be," he yawned, eventually dozing off into a deep and restful sleep. He rolled on his side, enjoying his dreams.
Lilly was enjoying life to the fullest as well, she had started dating Skipper when they timidly asked each other out, and she and Skipper were now preparing for the night as well. "Hey Skippy, what're we gonna do tomorrow? I'm gonna get bored as usual," sagte Lilly, laying in the bed. "I promise I'll do something fun for Du tomorrow morning, like take Du out to the marketplace, oder to the other public places," sagte Skipper, laying in bett with her and wrapping his flippers around her protectively. "Why're Du doing that?" asked Lilly curiously. "You don't know who could try to mug Du out here," sagte Skipper. "Haha, thanks, but I don't think I'll need THAT much protection," sagte Lilly, blushing slightly. "Eh, Du can never be too careful right Lilly?" asked Skipper, closing his eyes. "Aww, don't sleep yet, I won't catch sleep if Du do it," sagte Lilly. "Okay, I'll stay awake with Du until Du decide to doze off as well," sagte Skipper, rolling on his side. Lilly then yawned and closed her eyes. "You won't need to wait long, I'm a fast sleeper," sagte Lilly, rolling on her side as well. "Goodnight Skippy," sagte Lilly. "Night Lilly," sagte Skipper. The both then dozed off, both falling asleep at around ten oder eleven pm.
In a quiet laboratory, an otter was looking through all the details of his project, it was ready, he looked quietly at the table. There he laid, that man, those recognizable eyes sealed, maybe for an hour, oder for eternity, he had a black mantel on, with red trimming in the shoulders and edges, yes, this was Dr. Damion. Du could tell he was dead immediately, if the stench didn't hit you, then the lack of a pulse and heartbeat would make it Mehr apparent. His left leg was torn off, right below the knee down, and his right leg was torn off at the center of the calf, and down, inside, his lungs were crushed to a pulp, no longer useful for life functions. A small Droid entered the room, removing the lungs from the open chest cavity. "I shall enter new life into him," sagte the Droid. "Of course Du will," sagte Johnston, installing the mechanical lungs into place. He then looked through his blueprints, installing a metallic inner layer of skin, this would help Dr. Damion become Mehr invincible. Then he attached the mechanical parts to finish his legs, then he stopped. He had finished. "Now, to revive my uncle, he shall now be known as Dr. Damion X. The servant of Johnston Damion, and the greatest force to be reckoned with," sagte Johnston.