User:Hat Pop/Story

''This is the preview and first "episode" (if you will) of my proposed series. Please leave all comments to the talk page (and be sure to check for updates!) and don't yell at me for any unintentional OOC errors. '''IF YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THIS FOLLOWS, SEE THE BLOG. '''

It had been another gorgeous, sunshine-y (with that essence of characteristic cold) summer amid Eastshield, Antarctica. The first day of June meant that penguins alike kicked back in their newly-purchased furniture and the Penguin Academy let students go for the season. At the entrance to the suburban area of Wikia, Eastshield, two penguins named Face113 and Heartebreake gazed around curiously at their unaccustomed surroundings. A boldly-colored rectangular sign read, "WELCOME!" and directed tourists and visitors to a humble tour booth stationed neatly alongside it. Pine trees and igloos were plentiful around.

"Ahh, would you look at our new home, Heart," Face awed, smiling, "it's even better than the brochure!"

"I agree," Heart replied, "hey, might as well take a tour; whaddaya say?"

"Okay!"

Heart and Face nonchalantly waddled to the booth and rang the bell. The tour guide, a rather stubby green penguin donning blue shades and blue propeller cap, popped out speedily. He bore a freakily keen resemblance to Rookie.

"You rang?" he asked,

"Yes siree, my friend. Are you the tour guide?"

"Me?," he peered upwards to his tour hat, labeled with the recognizable question mark, "...Oh, I guess so. You'll have to excuse me, it's my first day... so this make take a while."

"...Not a problem...", Face spun around to Heart, "Hey, doesn't Hat Pop live around here?"

Heart shrugged skeptically.

Hat Pop waddled noiselessly down her street, approaching a telephone pole on the corner. Just as she slyly snuck her flippers behind her back, a fearsome scream rang out. Alarmed, she tossed her flippers tightly up to her side and stood erect. Her bothersome younger brother, Chillie102, remained cross-armed on their front lawn.

"Just where do you think YOU'RE going? I thought no one, not even you, was allowed out until Mom and Dad come back." He'd wanted to know all the details.

Hat Pop continued to stare, scuffing her canvas sneakers on the pavement.

"...and since they can't do anything, I'm getting Gknee! She'll vouch for me! You're in trouble, now!"

Chillie darted past the street, flailing his flippers in all directions. Hat Pop surveyed the surrounding area, to make sure no one had been vigilantly watching her again - upon completion, her expression hardened; her eyes became stern and grave, and the usual cheery smile was replaced with a serious frown-like face. From behind her back, she yanked out a shiny, golden-yellow crown engraved with the letters "HP" and jeweled with three red stones,and a turquois blue vest with two pins. Pressing a concealed button on the pole, a door unfastened and she promptly stepped inside. An elevator escorted her to her destination, a vibrant lavender room loaded with bookshelves, maps, tools, and tunnels.

Bolting to a pink leather desktop chair placed conveniently in front of a high definition monitor, HP pushed a blinking button on her desk. The monitor turned on, flashing the Clubb Phengin Weekee insignia - when it sluggishly faded off-screen, Barkjon (a webmaster and high ranking member of the CPW) loomed overhead in his purple sash.

"Good morning, HP. Welcome to the Top Agents team! As you may have heard, the evil Ben is up to his no-good tomfoolery again - the other agents were deployed to solve the issue, but none have returned with any information. Now we need YOU to find the others and put a stop to Ben's plan. Also, for security reasons, we ask that you keep this position of upmost secrecy to the public. Go get 'em, HP, we're all counting on you!"

HP darted off the chair once again and hopped into a bunny ear-shaped pink hoverjet; activating its engines and flying off into a well-lit corridor. Once she reached a large hole in the ceiling, the hoverjet soared up and appeared out of a fake basic igloo. HP turned around to see Heart and Face and hastily ducked into the seat.

"And this is the... uhhh... pizza shop-looking building- oh, wait, that's not right... OKAY, I GET IT. WELL, EXCUSE ME!", the tour guide whipped out his playercard and removed a brand-new manual, browsing its pages lightning-fast, "...This is the most famous Eastshieldian Pizza Parlor, established right in this town during Olde Antarctica!" He nodded satisfyingly, beaming towards the sky again. "HAH! I told you I'm not an idiot!"

Face and Heart exchanged excited-yet-awkward expressions. "Sounds great!"

"Moving on..." he proclaimed, sheepishly.

The trio continued waddling down the street, observing the daily ticking of the various stores, roads, and penguin-filled igloos. Behind them, Chillie rushed to a deluxe igloo and busted down the glossy wooden door. Inside, Gknee was dressed in a Squidzoid costume, Funny-Face Glasses, a rubber duck, both Hawaiian leis, wingwarmers, and bunny slippers - while poised as a ballerina. Her friend beside her collapsed in bursts of laughter and Chillie's jaw dropped to the faux-grass igloo flooring.

"O_O"

coming soon