Me: Four penguins shall be born, each with a unique talent. One leader, one skilled in weaponry, one musical archer of flight, and one with a world of kindness. They represent two things, one bad, one good. Their separation represents the rise of the Dark Times, their reunion represents the fall of the Dark Times. At least I think it's how that goes, it's been fourteen years, I can't remember it exactly.
S: Well, it's better than nothing. How did آپ remember all that?
Me: Maybe it's because I actually listened rather than act like an idiot unlike someone else I could mention.
Me: So our parents realized that the poem was referring to us, and made us promise to stick together no matter what happened. But it turned out that we didn't have a choice about the separation thing.
P: Yeah, Ikala just forced us into separating. He sent us to live out the rest of our lives in zoos from different countries!
K: Who's Ikala? And how did آپ get back together?
Me: Ikala is our evil uncle. He was jealous of our father, so he plotted to overthrow him.
S: After we got separated I tampered with the main computer at the zoo I got sent to. I went to Britain to get Private then I did the same thing to get to this zoo to get Rico. But then آپ turned up, so we couldn't go to Hong Kong to get Melody. I decided to postpone the mission, but I ended up postponing it for fourteen years.
Me: And in that time I searched the whole world and eventually ended up finding آپ guys here.
K: But how did آپ know where the others were?
S: My ninth sense.
K: Don't آپ mean your sixth sense?
S: No, my sixth, seventh and eighth senses are classified.
Me: Actually, our symbols are interconnected. They sort of work as a GPS,tracking device and a tracking dot all in one.
S: Great, آپ just ruined my act. What are those things anyway?
Me: Human stuff.
K: But your symbols don't seem to have batteries, so how does that work?
Me: They run on magic.
K: *scoffs* Magic isn't real!
Me: Then how do آپ think miracles happen, science nerd?(Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against nerds. I happen to be one myself.)
S: Pack up already, we need to get to Antarctica soon.
P: But it's getting late!
S: Fine, we'll go in the morning. Lights out boys.
Me: 'Kay bye. *Heads for the fishbowl entrance.*
S: And where are آپ going solider?
Me: I'm going to bed. Duh.
K: Aren't آپ going to sleep here?
Me: I'm beginning to think there's no other choice. But I won't let آپ give up your bunks.
S: Well that complicates things.
K: We could set up a hammock.
Me: That's great idea!
So they set up a hammock for Melody and say goodnight.
And that concludes chapter four, because I don't know how to continue this.