It was a normal Friday morning, for the Penguins. Skipper was having his fish-coffee, Kowalski was experimenting, Rico was helping him, and Private was watching the 0800 hours airing of the Lunacorns. As Skipper gulped down the last of the brown liquid, he glanced at the clock.
"Alright, men," he annouced, placing down his mug. "Zoo hours start in fifteen minutes. Time to get your tail-feathers top-side, and your act in gear!" Each of the Penguins stopped what he was doing, and was top-side in a flash.
"Today is a field-trip day," Skipper told his men, pacing up and down in front of them. "We...
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