"Nice shot Rico!" Private was skating around, watching Rico's target practice on the ninja pins. Rico beamed, and fired another shot, knocking the head clean off the pin. When Private applauded again, Rico smiled, but then frowned and held a flipper to his lips.
"What is it, Rico? Do toi hear something?" Private whispered. Rico started nodding, and looked around, as to see where the noise was coming from. They started following it, but their chercher was immediately interrupted par a shout. CRASH!!
"Rico, what do toi think that crash was?" Rico just shrugged his shoulders and walked a little further. "Rico! We can't just abandon that noise!" Rico sighed, and turned towards Private. "That's the spirit Rico! Now let's head towards that noise!
"Well now we have no hq, Blowhole has a deadly weapon, and Rico and Private aren't here! So what are we gonna do, Skipper?" Kowalski started freaking out.
"Don't toi worry about Rico and Private, they'll be fine. They've dealt with Blowhole before. But how are we supposed to be able to find him? I hope toi have a sweet option for me Kowalski!"
"Well, I propose we go back into the sewers and chercher for Rhonda. If we can interrogate her a bit, maybe we could get some answers."
"I'm not feeling it, but I guess we have no other choice, back into the sewer it is." So they climb back into the sewer and start searching for Rhonda. It wasn't too long before they heard the horrible singing.
"Take me out to the ball game, take me out to the ball game..."
"Follow that sound, on my lead!" Skipper ordered. For what seemed like days they followed that sound. It echoed off of every wall, it came from every direction. Once, Skipper swore he could see two flashes of white on the other side of the sewer, but denied himself. He was tired after all.
Kowalski thought he heard the source of it, so they headed off again. But as they were waddling along the concrete, Skipper heard a crunch beneath his feet, and the chant stopped.
"Aww, of all the rotten luck... What is this thing anyway?" Skipper was instantly mad at himself.
"Hmm, it looks like a tape recorder. But why would a tape recorder..." Kowalski slaps himself in the face. "Of course! Someone recorded Rhonda chant to lure us into the sewer!"
"Or maybe to lure us away from the hq! Quickly, we've got to get back to the zoo!"
"What is it, Rico? Do toi hear something?" Private whispered. Rico started nodding, and looked around, as to see where the noise was coming from. They started following it, but their chercher was immediately interrupted par a shout. CRASH!!
"Rico, what do toi think that crash was?" Rico just shrugged his shoulders and walked a little further. "Rico! We can't just abandon that noise!" Rico sighed, and turned towards Private. "That's the spirit Rico! Now let's head towards that noise!
"Well now we have no hq, Blowhole has a deadly weapon, and Rico and Private aren't here! So what are we gonna do, Skipper?" Kowalski started freaking out.
"Don't toi worry about Rico and Private, they'll be fine. They've dealt with Blowhole before. But how are we supposed to be able to find him? I hope toi have a sweet option for me Kowalski!"
"Well, I propose we go back into the sewers and chercher for Rhonda. If we can interrogate her a bit, maybe we could get some answers."
"I'm not feeling it, but I guess we have no other choice, back into the sewer it is." So they climb back into the sewer and start searching for Rhonda. It wasn't too long before they heard the horrible singing.
"Take me out to the ball game, take me out to the ball game..."
"Follow that sound, on my lead!" Skipper ordered. For what seemed like days they followed that sound. It echoed off of every wall, it came from every direction. Once, Skipper swore he could see two flashes of white on the other side of the sewer, but denied himself. He was tired after all.
Kowalski thought he heard the source of it, so they headed off again. But as they were waddling along the concrete, Skipper heard a crunch beneath his feet, and the chant stopped.
"Aww, of all the rotten luck... What is this thing anyway?" Skipper was instantly mad at himself.
"Hmm, it looks like a tape recorder. But why would a tape recorder..." Kowalski slaps himself in the face. "Of course! Someone recorded Rhonda chant to lure us into the sewer!"
"Or maybe to lure us away from the hq! Quickly, we've got to get back to the zoo!"
But, he didn’t mind it. Skipper closed his eyes slowly… He was very tired. He realized if everything going to be worse than he could imagine
They walked up to the house. The old grey porch creaked. They opened the door. A faint light cast shadows on the stone walls. It smelled of dirt and mothballs. ou maybe dirty mothballs.
"Ow!" Yelled Skipper.
Kowalski glanced over Skipper. He had stepped on a board that flipped up and hit him in the face.
"Ssshh." a dit Kowalski.
"Ow." Wispered Skipper.
They heard footsteps. They ran out the door and back to the base.
"How about we Just knock." Suggested Privete, "or email him."
***
Bang,bang,bang. The door didn't open. Bang,bang,bang. Still .didn't.
"Rico, rope." ordered Skipper.
"Here Skipper." a dit Rico handing him a rope.
"Perfect."
Skipper made a lasso and lassoed the weathervane.
"Skippah," a dit Privete "couldn't we try something a little less… well, dangerous."
"Sure Privete. Got any ideas?" a dit Skipper.
The door creaked open. A peice of papper blew in front of Skippers face. It said: TO BE CONTIUED. XD
"Ow!" Yelled Skipper.
Kowalski glanced over Skipper. He had stepped on a board that flipped up and hit him in the face.
"Ssshh." a dit Kowalski.
"Ow." Wispered Skipper.
They heard footsteps. They ran out the door and back to the base.
"How about we Just knock." Suggested Privete, "or email him."
***
Bang,bang,bang. The door didn't open. Bang,bang,bang. Still .didn't.
"Rico, rope." ordered Skipper.
"Here Skipper." a dit Rico handing him a rope.
"Perfect."
Skipper made a lasso and lassoed the weathervane.
"Skippah," a dit Privete "couldn't we try something a little less… well, dangerous."
"Sure Privete. Got any ideas?" a dit Skipper.
The door creaked open. A peice of papper blew in front of Skippers face. It said: TO BE CONTIUED. XD
