Round 3 VS Goker: He Can Fly!

The two penguins saw that the sun was setting. It would soon become dark, and they need a safe place to sleep. Vogel sighed, stopping Pengu who was walking with him.

“That’s it.” Vogel took off his pearl necklace and placed it in his back pouch. “Everyone keeps on trying to fight us. If we want to get back to Skeir-guy’s place, we have to look normal, so no one will attack us.”

“Pengu pengu!” Pengu was pointing towards a small building, beckoning Vogel over. Pengu happily waddled inside, with Vogel not that far behind him. They were inside what appeared to be a small kitchen, complete with a stove, microwave, and a table for four made out of smooth mahogany. Pengu was already bounding up the steps upstairs, with Vogel barely being able to keep in step. Pengu came into the bedroom, which had two clear waterbeds without sheets. While the little one carefully poked one while Vogel entered, out of breath.

“Slow down Pengu…I’m not as energetic as you…what are those?” he said, while gasping for breath.

“PENGUUUU!” Pengu happily flew up in the air and landed face-first onto the bed, and it wiggled around, just like the feeling of being in the water.

Unfortantly for Pengu, landing face-first also meant beak-first.

When Pengu  got up, Vogel saw that his beak had made a hole in the bed. 10 minutes later, about 2/3ds of the water had escaped from the bed. Vogel sighed.

“Looks like we’ll be sleeping on the other one then…”

Pengu slowly nodded, and carefully, almost slowly made his way over to the second bed. He climbed up on laid on his back, being careful to not make any more leaks to occur. Vogel hopped up on the bed next to him, and Pengu giggled as the bed wobbled him around.

“Let’s try to get some sleep, ok Pengu? You’ll need plenty of energy tomorrow I’ll bet.” Vogel tried to keep an optimistic tone in his voice. Pengu honked, and promptly fell asleep. Vogel laid down on his back, his mind buzzing. He was nervous, frightened, and scared all at the same time. He didn’t want Pengu to know; having such a young penguin like Pengu worry about such things would be too much for him to bear. Vogel just wished that he could hurry and find Mr. Skier and leave. Too many scary things were there.

“I have to be brave for Pengu. I have to be brave. I have to be brave.” Vogel thought to himself as he fell asleep.
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”No! Get away!”
“What’s going on?”
“Hello?...HellOOOoooo??”

-too much-
-can’t heal-
-do the best we can, that’s all we can do-
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With the morning’s sunrise, Pengu woke up with a small yawn. Not wanting to disturb his friend’s slumber. He flew up slightly and landed on the floor. He quietly waddled outside and found his way back to a canal. He decided to take a swim; not only to clean himself, but to also try and get something to fill his now-grumbling belly. He dove into the canal perfectly going under the surface, speeding through the water, spying plenty of small fish to satisfy him. After jumping out from the water and landing on the street, he briefly shook himself dry. That was when he found something interesting.

A hat.

It wasn’t just any hat, it was an aviator’s hat, just lying on top of a trash can. Pengu honked with delight, and ran over to it. He picked it up, and tried it on. Unfortunatly, due to Pengu’s small size, the hat completely engulfed his head. Pengu like the warm feeling that the hat gave him, so he had fun for awhile randomly waddling about.

Vogel, meanwhile, woke up suddenly from his nightmare. He blinked a few times and laid back down on the waterbed. He had seem flashes of something, something from when he was a little hatchling. He couldn’t exactly remember what it was, but it was bad. VERY bad. He turned over to see if Pengu was still safe to only find him missing. His bad nightmare only increasing his fear of danger for the little one, Vogel rushed outside.

“PENGU! Where did you go???”

Luckily for him, Pengu came waddling around the corner. Or rather, Pengu half-covered by the hat that he had found. Vogel let out a deep breath, and waddled over to Pengu. “Pengu-“ He was ready to warm Pengu for waddling off when the obvious struck him.

“Where did you get that hat?”

Suddenly, Vogel heard what sounded like the flapping of wings, only it sounded lighter, somehow. He looked up and say a strange little person with wings flying above them. His messy green hair poked over his pointy ears, and his clothing resembled something that a pilot from the 30’s would wear. He was pointing at Pengu.

“That’s MY hat!!!”

He landed on the ground, and started to Pull on the hat. After a few tries, it popped off, and Pengu was able to see again. The stranger put it back on his head firmly, intent on not losing it again.

“Say,” he asked the two penguins. “You didn’t happen to get this off of a girly-man, did you?”

Both penguins tilted their head in confusion, with Pengu’s headloop turning into a “?” mark. He sighed, and knelt down to their eye level.

“I’m Goker. Tell me, are you lost?” Goker asked.

“Well, sorta…” Vogel tried to explain, with a slight teardrop of embarrassment falling down his face.

”Wait a minute, what did that scroll read? That ‘everyone is a contestant’? Then that would mean…but where’s his necklace? Is he hiding it?” Goker pondered. “Guess there’s one way to find out…”

“Finally, smaller competitors! So, since you’re here, you MUST be part of this! Would you be so nice as to kindly hand over your necklace please? For you both seem pretty defenseless, I’m bigger, and probably older and wiser than you both put together, so if you would kindly submit, I’m sure you could leave-“

Goker stoped talking and looked up and saw the penguins already fleeing, with Vogel holding Pengu over his head. Goker did a facepalm.

“Why do I forget not to monologue in front of my enemies…” he muttered before taking to the skies after the penguins. He soon caught up with them, and he flew in lower to them.

“Since you’re running away, can’t we just get this over with already? I wouldn’t have to fight you for it…” Goker yelled after them.

Apparently, Pengu thought it was a good idea, so he said “Pengu!” Vogel stopped running, and Pengu hopped down and opened Vogel’s back pouch. He pulled out the blue teardrop necklace, and flew up to Goker.

Goker was a bit taken aback. “A flying penguin…that’s new.” Pengu landed on his hat and dropped the necklace into Goker’s hand. “See, not so hard now, was it?” Goker waited a few moments for Pengu to return to Vogel.

He wasn’t.

“Please get off.” He said to Pengu.

“Pengu! ^_^” [Translation: No! ^_^]
“Get off.”
“Pengu! ^_^” [Translation: No! ^_^]
“Get off.”
“Pengu! ^_^” [Translation: No! ^_^]
“Get off.”
“Pengu! ^_^” [Translation: No! ^_^]
“Get off.”

Goker finally managed to pull Pengu off of his head. “Go back to your friend, you’re bugging me.”

“Pengu pengu! ^_^” [Translation: Let’s Play!]

“Don’t make me use force.” Goker warned, pulling out his gun. Pengu honked rapidly with delight, thinking that he wanted to play ‘tag’ with one of those ‘things’ that shoots out light.

“Fine then, you asked for it!” Goker started shooting, but due to Pengu’s ‘playing of tag’ with the stranger, his loop-de-loop, spins, and abrupt turns in the air made all of Goker’s shots miss. Pengu’s evading led him to land on Goker’s hat, honking with ‘victory’ and then promptly falling asleep. Goker tried pulling Pengu off his head again, but Pengu’s grip was too tight. He tried taking off his hat and shaking it gently, but nothing happened. He shook his hard hard, and only managed to drop both his hat and Pengu. Vogel saw the scene above, and moved to catch Pengu. Luckily, he succeeded in catching Pengu…

…with his head.

Pengu landed, hat side down, on Vogel’s head. Vogel stumbled around, dizzy and now wearing the hat, unstable from the shock of Pengu’s landing. Goker realized what had happened and flew downwards at Vogel.

“I WANT MY HAT BACK!...AGAIN!” he yelled. The chase began yet again, with Vogel speeding around a corner.

“Wait a second, maybe I can explain the situation to him.” Vogel thought. So at the next blind corner, he stopped to try and talk things out.

Big mistake.

Goker flew into the penguins, knocking both of them down, and making Goker lose his weapons and necklaces from his pockets. Goker slowly got up first, rubbing his head.

“Oww…if you wanted to stop running, next time do it not around a blind corner!” he chastised the penguins, who had just risen up. Wanting to make amends, they started giving back Goker his things. Vogel held out the gun carefully, and Goker took it, slightly unwary of the kind gesture. Pengu picked up and held out a green grenade to Goker, to which he took as well.

“Pengu!” Pengu said, happy to help out his ‘new friend’. It took Goker a moment to realize that something was wrong.

“Wait a second, what’s that metal ring on his-“

The grenade exploded, blasting Goker into the air before landing on the ground in a smoky pile. It was then that Pengu spied Goker’s three necklaces, as well as the one that Pengu had given him. He scooped them up happily, thinking them a ‘gift’ from Goker, and ran off happily, sing some non-sensical song about how pretty they were.

“Pengu! Where are you going?!” Vogle said, rushing off to catch Pengu…yet again.

A minute later, Goker got up, and brushed himself off. He was about to chase after the penguins again when he left his pockets. It was then he realized his gemstones were missing, all of them. He groaned.

“How could this happen? Me, outsmarted by PENGUINS!”
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“I don’t like the way thing are going. It was a bad idea to them all those gemstones. They hold too much power, and their collectiveness is starting to show-“

“Things have a way of sorting themselves out. Besides, it is far better to deal with the past then to try and forget it.”

“What if it is unintentional? Should they still remember what was supposed to be forgotten?”

“That, Skieerhet, is why I asked for this tournament; if you were wise enough, you would not have needed to ask me that question. Although I will admit, I did not expect to get the contestants that we did…”
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“Ohhh…” Lao muttered, his stomach growling “I’m so HUNGryyyyyy….”

Fin merely scoffed. “Well, why not that penguin we met at the beginning? He looked like he had PLENTY of meat on him…”