Liberation of Turtly

The Liberation of Turtly is a story in the works, written by me. What is written right now should be considered the early, flawed, stages of this story, and shouldn't be official in the Fanon Universe until otherwise noted. Since you are the fanon community, the builders of this universe, and most of you are more experienced than I, I ask that you point out any flaws (OOC, grammar, punctuation, etc.) you see in the story, along with suggestions on how to fix the problems. I also ask that you send any ideas you may have for the story my way- via my talk page. Please keep in mind that this will be my first story so it will be flawed, although I truly want to make it as accurate as possible for the sake of continuity and whatnot. I thank you all in advance for your ideas, constructive criticism, and support with this project. --  Wanna Talk?   07:09, 8 June 2014 (UTC)

Prologue
Tuesday, July 22nd, 2014; Triangle Office, Shops Island

President Lavender was working in his office, when his Vice President walked in.

Chill: Hey Lavender!

Lavender: Hi Chill. What's up?

Chill: I just came by to see if you're ready for this weekend?

Lavender: This weekend... what's this weekend?

Chill: We're scheduled to go to the SATO Summit in Pengonia, remember?

Lavender: Crap. Is it covering anything important? I have a lot of work to finish this week.

Chill: Not really. It's the first summit in a while that hasn't been prompted by threats to Antarctica.

Lavender: Great. Go represent Shops for me, will you? You can take somebody as your aide, if you want.

Chill: Sure! Also, remember for your paperwork, never never never give up!

Lavender: Hmph, easy for you to say. Don't forget to do what I'd do- don't do anything stupid, and don't commit to anything without calling me first.

Chill: Sure thing boss.

It was the next day, and Penquino was in an undisclosed location in Southern Shops, eating lunch in an SIA cafeteria with director LMGT. Penquino had a bowl of Crab Soup, a Grey Fish Steak, a slice of Snossberry Pie, and a few bottles of Eggnog. LMGT had Pengolian Spiced Fish, an overstuffed Thanksgiving Mullet, a giant platter of donuts and a barrel of Cream Soda. Although they could usually be found in their respective offices eating regular food, Every Wednesday they'd meet in the SIA cafeteria to have a delicious meal from Fisch and Chips, which Penquino would pick up on the way.

Penquino: Mmmmm, so good!

LMGT: I know! This stuffed mullet is amaaaaazing.

Penquino: I was talking about the eggnog!

A few minutes go by...

Penquino: By the way, how are those donuts?

LMGT: *swallow* They were good.

Penquino: You're already done? You just started eating them

LMGT: Of course dood, remember that time the bill flooded the Pizza Parlor?

Penquino: Oh yeah, how could I forget? Heh heh heh.

Penquino's cell phone rang, so he answered it.

Penquino: Hello?

LMGT: YO GURT!

Penquino: IT'S ON SPEAKER DOOD.

Chill: Hi Penquino, YO GURT!

Penquino: Hey Chill, what's up?

Chill: Lavender's staying here this weekend rather than going to the SATO summit, so I'm gonna fill his spot- but I need an aide.

Penquino: Why me?

Chill: Because dood- Bro is still pooped from the war, and you're the only other mainland governor that isn't already going!

Penquino: Alright then, I'll be your aide for the weekend.

Chill: Great! Be at my airport on Saturday morning, 8 AM.

Penquino: Sure thing!

Chapter 1
Over the week, Penquino finished his work, organized his inventory, let the Jedi know he was going to be gone for the weekend, and prepared to go to his first ever international political meeting. He would have hired pufflesitters too, but he decided to just let his puffles stay at the hidden Jedi Temple for the weekend.

On Saturday morning he woke up early, hopped in his limousine and slept until they arrived at the Chill57181 International Airport. He thanked his driver, got out of the limo and went to meet Chill on the runway. When he got there at 8 AM sharp, he was surprised to see Dps04 and Mark Von Schneesturm (Snowstormer) there, along with one of the biggest planes he'd ever seen.

Penquino: Uhh, good morning guys. Is Chill around?

Snow: Hey Penquino. Yeah, Chill's onboard the plane making sure we're ready to go.

Penquino: Ok. So, is that what I think it is??

Dps: Yes, this is SIA One, one of the most secure planes in Antarctica.

Penquino: Awesome!

Chill gets off of the plane and waddles over to the group.

Chill: Everything's looking good. They just have to finish fueling up and we'll be ready to go!

Penquino: Chill, isn't SIA One for Lavender only?

Chill: Not really. Him and I ride in it all over the place, so I figured he wouldn't mind if we used it for a few days.

Penquino: Ahh ok. As long as he's not mad.

Snow: Plus, it saves us all a lot of gas and time riding together. Usually Dps and I have to find our own way to the summits.

The Captain popped his head out of the plane and said everything's ready to go.

Chill: It looks like we're ready, so let's go!

The four penguins entered the plane, awaited by anything they could ever need or want. Tons of food, internet access, giant TVs, and some of the softest chairs they had ever sat in.

Captain: This is your captain speaking. Welcome aboard SIA One. Next stop, Pengonia.

Over the next three hours, the group had quite a bit of fun on the Presidential plane. They collectively ate over 1000 WB$ worth of food, from pizza to expensive exotic foods. They also prank called ten penguins, mostly world leaders, including Spike Hike, Isaac Juggernaut, Gary the Gadget Guy, King Carlos Goberna, and their tired and annoyed friend Bro. However, the worst thing they did was the series of fruit battles they had in the main seating area of the plane. The cooks gave them all the fruit they asked for, except apples, because they were afraid that one of the politicians would shoot out a window and depressurize the whole cabin. Needless to say, the various assortment of bananas, oranges, lemons and grapes stained a huge portion of the cabin.

After they got off of SIA One around 11:30 AM, they all hopped into a limo to be driven to their hotel. The summit didn't start until 2 PM, so they had some time to get ready.