Skipper's eyes nearly popped out of his head.
"W-w-what?" he managed to stumble out in a soft voice.
Not yet? What was THAT suppossed to mean? The pinguino squirmed uneasily from underneath Marlene's furry, Cioccolato body, impatient to hear what she had to say next. He had to stop himself from freaking out and yelling at her, otherwise, he knew, she would never tell him anything. And whatever that "anything" was, it sure sounded serious.
There was a small splash of water that fell onto his chest, and as an immidiate reaction, he turned his head up towards the sky, thinking it might be raining...
continue reading...