Oddball and the Penguins Page #4

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Mum!

Stop him now!

- You're not a penguin, Dad.

- Come on, darling.

Look at the camera

so I can see you.

Give us a smile or something.

What about you, Em?

Come on, darl.

Do I get a smile out of you?

There you go.

And if you get up early enough,

you can see them marching down

the hill on their way to fish.

But even

if their fishing adventures

take them

hundreds of miles away,

they never forget

where home is.

Because

they depend on each other

to march back to bed every

night in a penguin parade.

But even

if their fishing adventures

take them

hundreds of miles away,

they never forget

where home is.

Because they depend

on each other.

What are you doing

down there, mate?

Oh. You're alright, mate.

I got you.

What's wrong?

Ah. Tangled with

a no-good fox, eh?

Alright.

We'll get you fixed up.

Alright.

Let's have a look at you.

Oddball, get out.

We've got an injured player

on the bench. Out you get.

Jesus.

You'll get used to him.

There we go.

I've seen it in chickens.

I've even seen it in humans.

So it's gotta be

the same with penguins.

If you're damaged goods,

girls just won't come near ya.

That's bad news

if you're trying to get a lady.

'Cause you can't get a lady

unless you're all fixed up.

Eh? Wasn't that bad, was it?

You're a good-looking

young fella, aren't you?

Let's get you out of sick bay

and into the recovery ward.

That's a boy. That's a boy.

Come on. Let's get you to bed.

What? What's that?

Oddball, go back to sleep.

I'll check on Missy.

What is it, Missy?

What do you see, girl?

What's happening?

Well...

Well, I'll be blowed.

We can't use Missy, anyway.

She's gotta stay here.

And look after you girls.

Huh? No, Karen, this can work.

I mean, we save the penguins,

everything goes back

to the way it was.

Oddy's got it in him somewhere.

I mean, he's a Maremma dog. It's

what they're supposed to do.

Plus... penguins

are just chickens in tuxedos.

Yeah, I know.

I know, Barbara.

It's risky. It's Oddball.

You know, if it goes south,

he's done for.

But if this works,

and Oddball can pick up

just a few brownie points

in the bargain,

then whacko-the-diddly-oh, huh?

Am I right?

Yeah! I'm right, aren't I?

Thanks for the chat.

- OK. Are your eyes closed?

- Yep.

- Alright. Keep 'em closed.

- They are.

- They still closed?

- Yep.

Alright. Hang on a minute.

Don't open them yet.

- Done yet?

- Not yet.

- Now?

- Come on, mate.

Alright. Now open them.

Oh!

Stay.

It's alright.

You can get closer.

- Hello, little one.

- Oh, wow.

- What's his name?

- Oh, well, you tell me.

Pocket. We'll call him Pocket.

Well, in that case,

young Pocket there's

got a crook wing.

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