So, I decided to insert myself in a fanfic. Yay. Hope toi enjoy:

I rub my eyes. Was I dreaming? The last thing I remember was...well...having writers block over a fan fiction story on my laptop. Now I was somewhere else. Not my room. I knew I was in the USA. When I found out, that's when I knew, things had gotten weird. I don't even LIVE in the US! I'm halfway across the world! Of course, normal days ARE weird, but this is weirder than weird...

I wander around a while, trying to figure out where on earth I am. That's when I notice the zoo. Maybe someone there can tell me.

I enter the zoo ad talk to the first person I meet. A head-haired zookeeper.

"Excuse me," I say, "can toi tell me where I am?"
"We have three rules in this zoo," she replies. "Don't feed the animals, don't touch the animals, and don't ask me stupid questions." And she turned away.
"How very helpful," I mutter. "But where have I heard that before?"

I figure it out when I see the penguins, smiling and waving at the crowds. I push my way to the front and my suspicions were correct.

"I'm in the Central Park Zoo," I screech quietly. I find a place to hide, until the zoo closed.

When the zookeeper, I now know is Alice, closed the gates, I come out of hiding. I make my way to the penguins’ habitat, and climbed over the fence. The penguins were nowhere in sight, so I suspect they are underground in the HQ.

I carefully remove the fish-bowl door and peek inside. I let out a small squeal. The penguins are right below me, the flat-headed one talking to his team.

"My gut's got a weird feeling," he says.
"Indigestion?" the tall one asks. "Or, is something going to happen?"
"Something's going to happen, and I'm not happy about it."
"Is it going to hurt us, Skippah?" the littlest one asks.
"I don't know," the leader replies. "But it's going happen soon."

I can't help but wonder what this thing that's going happen is. I keep watching, as the tall one speaks.

"Can I montrer toi guys the new dance I made up for the cute and cuddly routine?" he asks.
"Sure, go ahead," the flat-headed one says, cheerfully.

The tall one begins to waggle his hips and jiggle and wriggle in the most delightful way. I can't help but giggle quietly. Only, it's not as quiet as I think and the flat-headed one immediately spots me.

"Security breech," he cries and the four of them spring into action.

The suivant thing I know, I am on the ground, being pinned par four penguins. Two holding down my arms, one holding down my legs (they're surprisingly strong) and the flat-headed one standing on my stomach.

"Who are you, and who do toi work for?"
"I am..." I think about this. Should I tell him my name? Then I have an idea.
"Classified," I say, and I see he is taken aback. "As for who I work for, I work for no-one."
"Failing to give me intel, huh?" he says, rubbing his...chin? "I knew it, you're a spy."
"Ok, now THAT'S rediculus," I snap. "Me? A spy? I'm 12 years old. Do toi think I even have the capabilty of being a spy?"
"Skipper," the tall one says, letting go of my right wrist. "She has got a point."

Skipper glares at me, but jumps off my chest al the same.
"Release her," he sighs. The smaller manchot, pingouin let go of my left wrist.
"Aww," says the one holding my feet. "Gvyisn bdyuoe vtys."
"I know toi wanted to cut a human girl up with a chainsaw," the leader says. "Maybe suivant time."

"Ok. now I know about your secret operation and such," I say. "Are toi going to have to wipe my memory?"
"Kowalski?"
"No can do, Skipper," the tall one sighs. "I don't have the technoligy."
"Then I suppose she has to join," the leader considered his remark. "I can always use a new recruit."
My eyes, I'm sure, pop out of my head.
"That'll be amazing," I cry, grabbing the little manchot, pingouin and spinning him around. "I'll be the best recruit ever."

The tall penguin, takes out a ray-gun.
"This will turn toi into a penguin," he says. "It won't hurt excpet for a little pinch."
"Followed par the breif sensation of a thousands suns buringing in her skull?" the British one asks, nervously.
"No, just a pinch, and the feeling of throwing up your guts and unspeakable things from your stomach."
"Yeah, I don't think I can-" before I can finish, I am shot par a blue beam. I feel the a dit pinch, but not the feeling of throwing up my guts and unspeakable things form my stomach.
"How do toi feel?" the leader asks.
"Dizzy," I say. My vision is blurry, but that's probably because my glasses were knocked off when I got ray-gunned.
"Can someone get my glasses? I can't see a dran thing."

The littlest avian hands me my glasses and I put them on. When I could see, I see the penguins had grown. No, I had shruck. Not only that, but I had flippers and feathers and a beak.
"Ok, this is officially weird,"
"You know it, sister," says flatty.

"Ok, now that I'm a penguin, can I know who toi guys are?"
"Fine, I'm Skipper. I am the Skipper. toi can call me Skipper." I hold out my hand, I mean flipper and he shakes it.
"I am Kowalski," the tall, rather handsome one says. "I am the scientist and options guy."
"Hey, I like science...and history...and maths...but not really grammer."
"Good to know," Kowalski says. I think he was being sarcastic, but I'm not sure.
"Rico," the one who wanted to cut me up says. "Hvvus byusfvyu svyucva xsvytcavc vytsvf KABOOM!!!"
"Oookaay," I say.
"He a dit that's he's Rico and he's the weapons specialist and he likes explsions and kabooms." Kowalski said. Wow, even his voice is nice.
And I'm private," the littlest one says, breaking me out of my thoughts. "I'm private first class and I l’amour lunacorns and hugs and friends."
"Aww, you're so sweet," I say.

"Now that toi know who we are, can toi tell us who toi are?"
"Oh yeah," I say. "I'm..." I think for a moment. Should I tell these crazy birds my name? What if they're freaky stalkers? Thne I remember my fanpop account.
"I'm CC," I say.
"What's that stand for?" Skipper asks.
"Nothing, it's just CC."
"I see," he says, eying my suspisously. "I'll buy that."

"Skippah, where will she sleep?" Private whispers.
"Kowalski, bedtime options."
"Well, one of us could give up our bunk for tonight unitl we find better arangments," Kowalski says.
"Any others?"
"No,"
"Then who will give up tehy're bunk?" No-one volenteers. Skipper sighs.
"Fine," he says. "I will."
"No need," I say quickly. "I'm alright sleeping on the floor, over there maybe," I point to the place near the periscope. "I just need a oreiller and blanket.
"Well, that's easy," Private tweets and hurries off to get the wanted items.

When he returns, I set myself up comfortably.
"I must warn you," Skipper says. "We wake up early, at least 0600 hours."
"I useually wake up ay seven, but I'll survive an heure earlier." I say with a yawn.
"You'll be doing trainin with us," Skipper says.
"Ok," I say, closing my eyes. "Sounds fun."

I take off my glasses and put them suivant to me. I crul up under the blanket and I watch the penguins climbed into their assigned bunks. I soon fall asleep and drift off to dreamland.