The Revenge of the Werepenguin by Allan Woodrow

Author:Allan Woodrow [Woodrow, Allan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Juvenile Fiction, Animals, Birds, Horror, Humorous Stories
ISBN: 9780593114230
Google: XxvZywEACAAJ
Amazon: 059311423X
Publisher: Penguin Young Readers Group
Published: 2020-08-03T23:00:00+00:00

He closed his eyes and reached inside the penguins’ brains, sending a flood of thoughts across the pier.

Stop! We are your friends. I am family.

His cries echoed inside the bird brains. The penguins were too angry and vicious to be stopped completely, their hatred too ingrained from the Earl’s terrible rule. But with Bolt’s continual thoughts of peace and love, the penguins hesitated just enough so that their battle with Blackburn and Annika came to a standstill.

Beads of sweat formed on Bolt’s forehead as he increased his concentration.

We are family. Penguins are peaceful. I have an idea—let’s go bowling.

He hated encouraging penguin bowling, but he was desperate.

Three or four penguins ran off, presumably to get their bowling shoes. But even without those penguins battling, it was just a matter of time before Blackburn and Annika were overpowered.

Bolt heard a howl, a mad bark, and then a large piece of blubbery mass rushed in from behind the penguins, ramming into their backsides. Some penguins tumbled into the water, some shrieked in surprise, and others, distracted, were kicked aside by Blackburn and Annika.

“Pygo?” mumbled Bolt.

Their puppy-like penguin friend was a dog possessed, barking and snarling. She bit the leg of one penguin, slammed into another, and drooled on a third. Closer to Bolt, a swordfish sword swished and a knife gleamed.

“Borscht!” Blackburn fought the hoodie-wearing poker-playing bird. Its beak shot forward, but Blackburn blocked it, and then deftly parried another peck. Another peck, another parry. Peck, parry, peck, parry. Sparks flew from the collision of swordfish blade and penguin beak. Blackburn swung his weapon. The bird ducked and swung its wing, but Blackburn somersaulted backward and then sprang up and shouted, “Tripped again!”

The hoodie-clad penguin rushed forward and Black-burn barely had time to react. The bird feinted to the left and Blackburn twirled away, raising his swordfish to block the thrust that never came. Fooled by the fake maneuver, Blackburn’s body was unguarded, and the penguin’s beak shot forward and pierced it. Blackburn staggered back, his hands clutching his chest.

“Blackburn! No!” Bolt and Annika cried at the same time.

Blackburn looked dazed, his legs wobbly. But he was dazed, not dead. He pulled his Pirate Handbook out of his vest pocket, a handbook which now had a beak hole in the middle. “First ye took me ship, and now ye’ve ruined me book, ye beastly bird!” He headbutted the penguin in its belly, and the bird fell into the water.

A loud chorus of barks rose from the harbor’s edge. Two dozen additional penguins soldiers waddled toward them. Reinforcements.

“To the ship!” cried Blackburn. Pygo and Annika hopped aboard, quickly followed by the pirate. As Black-burn scurried on board, he sliced the ropes still holding the boat to the deck’s cleats.

The wind, as if waiting for that moment to join the fight, filled the sails. The ship lurched away from the pier. The penguins watched as the boat sailed away, the winds whisking Bolt and his friends farther and farther into the sea.

Annika hung over the railing.

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