The moon shone its rays over the treetops, lighting up my way. The forest was silent, except for the sound of my beating heart, which I hoped only I could hear. This was a suicide mission; it was either do of die. If Blowhole was defeated, I would finally get my revenge. On the other hand, if I lost, I would not have long to live.
I almost jumped out of my feathers when an owl screamed at me to get out of his territory. I think he was afraid that I was going to steal his mice. I would not loose sleep over it. I had sworn never to eat a muis again unless it was a dire emergency.
Have u ever eaten a muis before? Let me tell you, it tastes like monkey spit. Even worse, the muis wriggles inside your beak until u crush it. I cannot even think of it anymore. It is like reliving horrible memories.
It was time to roll. I slid over to the side of the shed. Listening carefully, I picked up breathing, slow and deep breathing, in fact. There was a sleeping guard. Lightly, I jumped inside to face the enemy. I shouldn't have worried. The guard was sleeping.
As u all know, the guard was a lobster, a red one in fact. There was an elevator on the face of the uithangbord farthest away from me. It was probably once an old mining shed. I waddled over to the lift.
In order to open it, the elevator required a pin code. Going back to the lobster, I found what I was looking for-the pass code written on his name card. Grinning, I shook my head, amazed door at the stupidity of sea creatures.
Typing the paswoord to the pad only took seconds, and in less than a minute, I was heading down to Blowhole's lair. The lair was huge. Blowhole had really let himself go this time. I wonder how much it all cost.
I heard voices and feet coming from around the corner. I only had a seconde to act. Looking around, I spied a stack of boxes over at the corner. It was perfect. I slide over and hid behind them just in time. There were three lobsters.
It would have been easy to knock them all out, but to do that, I needed to be able to make some noise. I was trying to be quiet. The lobsters noticed the open elevator door. "Hey,someone is late again," zei kreeft One.
"The boss ain't going to be happy," answered kreeft Two.
"It is not our problem. Come on, I'm hungry," joined in kreeft Three.
The lobsters left the room. I let out a sigh of relief. The elevator dinged as it reached the surface, and I took my cue, slidding out to the corridors, keeping an ear out for any other intruder.
I found a storage room where I took out my map of the place. I was about one minuut away from Blowhole's lab. I put the map away, making sure that it was tucked in tightly.
A minuut later, I was hiding behind a stack of boxes yet again, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Suddenly, the lights went out. I thought I had my chance. I jumped out of cover and ran blindly into danger, planning a kick at the sea mammal's face, only to find that someone had beaten him to it.
It was flying fast, complete with my pure cold hatred for Dr. Blowhole; I slammed into the uithangbord feet first and felt burning pain shoot through my leg. It was still usable, however, just a mere sprain, but it hurt like anything.
I surveyed the lab. Everything and everybody was in chaos. Blowhole himself lay on the ground unconscious. Something landed near my feet. It was a smoke bomb. Smoke began filling the too , but through the mist, I saw the shadowy shapes of four penguin.