The penguins were now making their way through the streets of New York. Skipper was on point, signaling for his men to go when the time was right. So far so good. Not a soul has seen them yet…well…except for a rottweiler کا, روٹویلر that an unfortunate dog-walker had to deal with as it barked for what seemed like forever.
Skipper made another signal for the other three to pass. Kowalski constantly stumbled over his feet, considering he didn’t remember any of the training he’d had. But Private, being as concerned as expected from the young cadet, was very helpful in دکھانا Kowalski some of the basics in situations where Kowalski would need to know them. Such as tucking and rolling and keeping yourself camouflage from humans. Private, Kowalski, and Rico passed to the اگلے hiding place. Skipper began to move, but stopped abruptly. What in the name of Hershey’s Chocolate? Skipper thought. No, I must have been seeing things… Skipper started to take another step when it happened again. He had no doubt about it this time. He was absolutely sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. He slid to his team. “Did آپ all see that?” He whispered. “See what sir?” Private asked. “Look, over at the block across the street.” They all watched for a moment. Then it happened again. Every light on the block flickered simultaneously.
“I don’t understand it Skipper…” Private stated. Skipper turned toward Kowalski. “Kowalski! Analysi—Oh yeah. Never mind.” He کہا sadly remembering Kowalski couldn’t give him any analysis. “C’mon. Something tells me that this will be explained when we find Blowhole.” Skipper pointed out. The four of them watched the lights flicker again…it seemed to flicker even worse each time. They turned to continue their journey, but stopped when the realized that ever block was flickering simultaneously. Now there were no pauses between the flickers. They just kept flickering nonstop. This now caught the attention of the New Yorkers’. Everyone, including the penguins, were mesmerized سے طرف کی the lights going in and out. Then suddenly, all the lights went out. It was still evening so there was some light, but otherwise there was only darkness. The people in the vehicles turned on their headlights, which helped some, and the pedestrians pulled out their cell phones and held them in the air, but none were able to pick a signal. The penguins stood there behind a newspaper stand befuddled and shocked. “What in the name JR Ewing’s many oil wells is going on here!?” Skipper exclaimed, even though he already knew the answer.
The penguins raced through the streets of New York. It had been about an گھنٹہ since the blackout and the sun had almost set so it was getting darker. Without the headlights and the fires that broke out it would be pitch black. The loss of power had the people in panic, riots had broken out everywhere. Skipper signaled for the team to stop. He was listening to a radio feed.
“New York is in a state of citywide panic as the mystery behind the spontaneous blackout remains unsolved. The blackout is now reaching the outskirts of New York and is slowly spreading outward into the following areas: The Northern areas of Pennsylvania and New Jersey, and the West areas of Vermont, Connecticut, Massachusetts, and New Hampshire have all been blacked out. We are standing سے طرف کی for further information.”
Skipper knew what Blowhole was doing. He was planning on taking out the power on a huge scale. He didn’t know how many other areas would be affected سے طرف کی this. The only سوال that remained is why Blowhole is stealing all the power.
Skipper made another signal for the other three to pass. Kowalski constantly stumbled over his feet, considering he didn’t remember any of the training he’d had. But Private, being as concerned as expected from the young cadet, was very helpful in دکھانا Kowalski some of the basics in situations where Kowalski would need to know them. Such as tucking and rolling and keeping yourself camouflage from humans. Private, Kowalski, and Rico passed to the اگلے hiding place. Skipper began to move, but stopped abruptly. What in the name of Hershey’s Chocolate? Skipper thought. No, I must have been seeing things… Skipper started to take another step when it happened again. He had no doubt about it this time. He was absolutely sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. He slid to his team. “Did آپ all see that?” He whispered. “See what sir?” Private asked. “Look, over at the block across the street.” They all watched for a moment. Then it happened again. Every light on the block flickered simultaneously.
“I don’t understand it Skipper…” Private stated. Skipper turned toward Kowalski. “Kowalski! Analysi—Oh yeah. Never mind.” He کہا sadly remembering Kowalski couldn’t give him any analysis. “C’mon. Something tells me that this will be explained when we find Blowhole.” Skipper pointed out. The four of them watched the lights flicker again…it seemed to flicker even worse each time. They turned to continue their journey, but stopped when the realized that ever block was flickering simultaneously. Now there were no pauses between the flickers. They just kept flickering nonstop. This now caught the attention of the New Yorkers’. Everyone, including the penguins, were mesmerized سے طرف کی the lights going in and out. Then suddenly, all the lights went out. It was still evening so there was some light, but otherwise there was only darkness. The people in the vehicles turned on their headlights, which helped some, and the pedestrians pulled out their cell phones and held them in the air, but none were able to pick a signal. The penguins stood there behind a newspaper stand befuddled and shocked. “What in the name JR Ewing’s many oil wells is going on here!?” Skipper exclaimed, even though he already knew the answer.
The penguins raced through the streets of New York. It had been about an گھنٹہ since the blackout and the sun had almost set so it was getting darker. Without the headlights and the fires that broke out it would be pitch black. The loss of power had the people in panic, riots had broken out everywhere. Skipper signaled for the team to stop. He was listening to a radio feed.
“New York is in a state of citywide panic as the mystery behind the spontaneous blackout remains unsolved. The blackout is now reaching the outskirts of New York and is slowly spreading outward into the following areas: The Northern areas of Pennsylvania and New Jersey, and the West areas of Vermont, Connecticut, Massachusetts, and New Hampshire have all been blacked out. We are standing سے طرف کی for further information.”
Skipper knew what Blowhole was doing. He was planning on taking out the power on a huge scale. He didn’t know how many other areas would be affected سے طرف کی this. The only سوال that remained is why Blowhole is stealing all the power.
