It was a normal evening in the پینگوئن, پیںگان HQ. Kowalski, Rico, and Skipper were playing cards, David's designing a new racecar via sketch, I'm listening to music, and Mastique and Jessica are practicing combat training.
Mastique: Don't forget to pleay, Jessica.
Jessica: Don't worry, Mom.
S: Got any Eights?
R: Awww! (hands cards over)
K: Go fish. (there's some موسیقی coming from topside)
Me: What? (takes off ear bud) Is that a piano?
K: The sound of a piano, yes.
Me: I know that. Sounds like a familiar song and it's coming from topside.
S: Well, we should check it out. For all we know, it could be a bomb...
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