S: "Up and at 'em, boys!"
P: "Good morning, Skippah! Where's Kowalski?"
Skipper shrugged
S: "He's probably still in his lab. Kowalski?!"
Kowalski exhaustedly strode out of his lab.
K: "I'm finished! Well almost anyway."
S: "What do wewe mean 'almost'?"
K: "The one chemical I need is only found in the forest's leaves around a vacant hotel upstate."
S: "Splendid! And you're suggesting we go."
Skipper remarked sarcastically.
K: "Pleeaassee?"
S: "Fine,"
P: "Where are we going?"
K: "To 'The Overveiw' hotel in upstate New York!"
P: "Y-you mean the one that was made on indian burial grounds? But that's haunted!"
R: "Boo!"
K: "Pfft, wewe can't believe in that naive ghost story."
R: "Aww,"
Private hustled over to Skipper and clug to him.
P: "Please say no, Skippah!"
S: "Come on, Private, man up a little!"
P: "Sorry, Skippah."
K: "So can we go? Please, please, please!"
S: "Okay, fine!"
The penguins packed up all their luggage. Rico swallowed a quite immense collection of weapons, for just in case. Private was in charge of getting the snacks. He also brought his lunacorn.
Kowalski decided to get his options notebook, various testubes, and parts of his incomplete invention. Skipper got the team's blankets and pillows. It was seven 'o clock when they loaded all their items in the car. Kowalski and Rico sat up front, while Skipper and Private were in the back. As it got dimmer and the night grew older Private started yawning.
S: "You can fall asleep if wewe want, Young Private."
With that Private laid his head on his Skipper's steady beating chest. Drifting asleep, Private listened to Skipper's throbbing heartbeat.
As they proceeded, the snow that lightly powdered the ground grew denser and denser. Soon they had to trudge the rest of the way in a treacherous blizzard. Since Private was still asleep Skipper had to carry him. It took a while until they met their destination, but the penguins finally made it in okay.
siku 1
Instantaneously when Skipper walked in his gut told him to turn around and go back immediately. It was zaidi intense and almost painful.
The lobby had many chairs of different shapes and sizes, and a dark brown floor. The walls were painted a light, vivid yellow. On both sides of the room were staircases. But the stairs weren't the only way to travel up a floor, in the middle of the staircases was an old-fashion elevator.
The placid scene changed in a moment. A rushing, endless flood of dark red liquid poured down from both staircases. The chairs floated in the extremely deep liquid. The elevator opened and zaidi of the fluid was displaced. It was blood!
Private hastefuly woke up in a sweat. To his horror he was in the exact same lobby.
S: "You okay, Private?"
P: "Please take us home!"
K: "Why do wewe want to go home? We just got here?"
P: "I had a bad dream about this place!"
K: "Private, there is nothing to worry about. This is going to be enjoyable, having the whole hotel to our selves."
P: "But it wasn't a dream it was zaidi like a vision!"
S: "Private, maybe we should all get some zaidi rest, and wewe can lie down a little bit more."
P: "I know what I saw. Huh, maybe you're right."
K: "No thanks, I'll be working on the studying of my invention."
S: "You sure, soldier?"
K: "Afirmative,"
Skipper lead the rest of the team to the room they were going to sleep in. There was only one bed, but they all fit in it.
S: "Private,"
P: "Yes, Skipper?"
S: "Are wewe feeling okay?"
P: "Yes, it's probably that I need a bit of rest."
S: "Or your fear is made wewe have that dream. I'll admit, that my gut was telling me to go back."
Private had another 'vision' that night. A voice echoed the same urgent words in Private's mind all night.
?: "Beware of room 237. Beware of room 237. Beware of room 237..."
That night they all slept except Kowalski.
siku 2
kwa morning they were snowed in, no one could go in au out. This made Kowalski furious. All of them woke up to see Kowalski in the main room staring out the window at the snow falling.
