First thing in the morning, Skipper got the team up, to look into the discovery Kowalski made. None of them stopped until all the boeken were scattered on the floor. It had to have been impossible.
There was no possible trace of evidence. The room wasn't there, even. It was like it had just vanished.
"Sorry, Kowalski, but it's like there's no way this happened." Skipper said.
"I know, but u have to believe me! I saw it. I saw them!" Kowalski exclaimed.
"We do, Kowalski, it's just that this place makes it extremely hard." Private reassured Kowalski.
"Thanks, but I'm not sure if I even believe myself anymore." Kowalski sighed.
"Don't worry, Kowalski. We'll figure out this mystery soon, go home, and everything will be back to normal." Skipper said.
"They're coming after me, and I don't even know who they are." Kowalski gasped.
"HJf ksdghjksagbd!" Rico exclaimed.
"Rico's right. You've got us, and we're not going to let anyone hurt you." Private said, and hugged Kowalski, snuggly. The others joined in soon enough. At that brief moment, the scientist felt safe.
"Let's take our minds off this for awhile." Skipper suggested.
When dinnertime arrived, the tafel, tabel was awkwardly silent. No one spoke a word, realizing today was another failure. Kowalski was about to get up and leave, when Ivory got up and asked to talk.
"Can we talk somewhere in private, Kowalski?" She asked like an angel.
"Kowalski, be careful." Skipper warned. Ramona rolled her eyes.
"I will," He made certain to his leader.
He skeptically headed off with Ivory.
"Listen, we got off on the wrong foot, and I think we should get to know each other better. Since, we're working together." She said, staring into his eyes like she was hypnotized.
"Cool, meet me in the ballroom in let's say .. an hour."
She headed off. Kowalski stared after her, blankly.
As Kowalski got ready, his team became suspicious.
"Kowalski, where are u going? We were going to play a game tonight." Private whimpered.
"Sorry, Private, I have something meer important than a little game."
"It's not just a game. It's spending important time together. And what do u mean 'something meer important'?" Skipper lectured.
"I have a date."
"xmfngbsmfg sfhsmhfg!" Rico growled.
"I have to go. I'm late! We'll play tomorrow night, I promise."
"Bye, Kowalski." Private sighed.
"Don't worry, it'll be still fun without him." Skipper smiled at his boys, who half-smiled back.
Kowalski entered the ballroom. The lights flickered, but stayed on, eventually. The room was completely vacant. A old stereo was powdered with dust and strung with cobwebs.
The slender pinguïn blew on the muziek player, and coughed as the dirt puffed through the air. For a ballroom, it was incredibly eerie to be alone in. A heavy breathing sound startled him. He turned, but no one was there.
Through the corner of his eye, he watched a dark figure rush across the room and disappear into thin air.
The breathing proceeded. He spun around searching for the noise. He froze in shock, when he found the same monkey with cymbals, on a shelf, covered in blood.
Once again, it clashed its instruments. SMASH! Kowalski shut his eyes tight. When he opened them, the toy was gone.
"Are u okay?" A voice asked. It was Ivory.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Are you?" He sighed.
"Yes, but u don't look well."
"I'm all right."
She strutted over to the stereo. The graceful muziek played as they danced in each other's embrace romantically. Her eyes gleamed as they glanced into his.
Soon their magical night was over, and Kowalski forgot all about the recent terrors he had witnessed.
Sneaking into the quiet room, Kowalski didn't expect for Skipper to be awake.
"Hey, soldier." Skipper whispered. The pinguïn jumped.
Skipper was sitting in the chair. Rico's snores gave sound to the placid room. Private was fast asleep in Skipper's flippers, murmuring in his sleep.
"He was going to wait up for u with me, but he was so tuckered out he fell asleep." Skipper yawned.
"I'm sorry," Kowalski apologized.
"It's fine. u know, he's not going to forget about tomorrow."
"I know, I intend to play."
"So how'd it go?"
"That's good. Well, I better put him into bed. Goodnight."
After putting Private to bed, Skipper went into his own, and fell asleep right away. Kowalski on the other hand, had the worst night of his life.
He tossed and turned all night, unable to get comfortable. Finally, he sucessfully went to sleep but his dream was interrupted door his name being called in a frightened, young, british voice, from outside the door.
"Private?" Kowalski murmured. He shut the door behind him as he left the room. Private was nowhere to be seen. He reached for the doorknob. As hard as he tried, it was locked. His flippers felt moist. He found they were drenched in blood. Suddenly, two flippers shoved him down the stairs, where he plummeted to the ground.
Kowalski woke up in a child's room. Something soft leaned up against him. The soft object was Ellie. It was her dead corpse. Tears streamed down his eyes. His eyes met his last hope: the window.
He rushed to it. Again, it was locked. The pinguïn waddled back. The door flung open. The same three figures came after him. He took a deep breath and charged out the window.
Fortunately, there was a branch from the boom for him to cling to. The leader jumped on the same branch with an axe in its flipper.
"Bye, Kowalski." It said.
Kowalski stopped in shock as he realized who it was. As it swung the axe, Kowalski ducked. No longer did he wait to jump. Kowalski raced for his life. He was too focused on running, that he didn't see the flipper with a hammer come out of the struik, bush behind him.
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