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Videoville is an unusual town where many movies are made, but not all of the animals who live there are friendly. Take Mr. Rockhopper, for example. He can be one angry penguin. Skidder, probably the fastest penguin in the West, can be relied on to be careless, but his small friend Pudden can amaze you. As for Skidder's sister, Trendy Wendy, she often sets the fashion for the younger members of the town. Also meet the Hatopotamus, Buster Gutter, the stunt bear, Mewsli, the cat detective, Myrtle Turtle, and many more surprisingly talented animals... We must not ignore the humans either. Is Slim, the cowboy, to blame for the Umbrella War? Only you can decide, and lastly don't forget to read about the Parapenguins...

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Publié par	Andrews UK
Date de parution	19 juillet 2011
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781849895392
Langue	English

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PARAPENGUINS

And Other Videoville Animal Stories

by
Merv Lambert

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Parapenguins published in 2011 by
Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com

This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.

Copyright © 2011 Merv Lambert

The right of Merv Lambert to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.

The Penguin Who Wanted to Fly

It was nice living in Penguin Village. This was part of the city of Videoville with glorious houses next to a glorious beach. Nearly all the penguins working in films lived there, and Skidder’s father was a very famous actor and film star. Everyone had heard of Audley. Of course none of the stunts he performed in his films were real. When he hung from a jump-jet or a helicopter hovering just above the skyscrapers or mountains, clinging onto a cable with his beak and with his flippers taped behind his back, or when he dived from a two hundred feet high rock into a foaming pool full of sharks and shot them all with an enormous harpoon machine-gun that he just happened to have handy, none of it was real. He went through the various actions required and the rest was put in by the Special F.X. department, or Special Effects to give it its correct title.

Audley Saving the World

Audley liked things to be just perfect and had earned himself the nickname of Nice-and-Audley. In fact Skidder, his son, did not find him particularly easy to live with. He was quite strict at home. For instance he had not approved of Skidder’s attempt to send an e-mail thank you message to his grandma. As always Skidder had been in a great hurry to get the job done. What he had intended to say was, “Dear Gran, thank you for my presents. I am sorry that I’m a bit late with my letter, but I forgot, as I was out playing at the beach on some rocks.” Being in such a hurry, he only managed to touch a few of the keys on the keyboard of his computer, and his poor grandma was very surprised to receive his message, which read, “Dear Gran, I …ate my s..ocks. Love, Skidder.”
Obviously Skidder was not your usual sort of penguin. You would have said that his friend Pudden was more the normal type. Whereas Pudden was slightly tubby and a little clumsy, Skidder was sleek and fast. In fact he was so fast that his friends could never keep up with him. He was always in a hurry. If his mother, Polly, asked him to post a letter, he would zip out of the house and around the corner, amazingly avoiding anyone else on the street, pop the letter in the mail-box and zoom back into the house again, so that his mother would repeat, “Skidder, just go and post this letter for me,” and he would reply, “But, ma, I’ve already done it!” Then his mother would give a big sigh. “Why don’t you learn to slow down a bit? I wish you were a bit more like Pudden. He takes his time.

Pudden

“Yeah. He’s so cool and laid-back, nothing ever bothers him,” Skidder would reply.
However, he was wrong. There was something bothering Pudden, but it was not Skidder who found out by chance what his great pal was thinking. It was Skidder’s sister, Trendy Wendy. If you are wondering why she was called Trendy Wendy, you only had to look at her to know. On that particular day she was wearing the latest ’new’ fashion platform-soled shoes, which are not really suitable for a penguin’s feet, nor in fact for anyone’s feet. Nevertheless Wendy had mastered the art of walking in them, and she was also sporting the latest trendy penguin fashion of diagonal red and white stripes painted in special penguin make-up across her chest.

Trendy Wendy

For once Skidder was motionless. He was half watching with Pudden a Penguin T.V. programme called ‘Fish Street’. Suddenly Wendy asked, “Are you really watching that? Only I wanted to see the Arctic and Antarctic Pops. The fashions are wicked and my favourite group are on – the Polar Teds and Cool Cormorant.”

The Polar Teds

“But he’s a bird!” protested Skidder. “What’s he doing singing with a bear band?”
“Ever heard bears singing?” asked Wendy.
“Yes, once,” put in Pudden unexpectedly. Besides not doing much, he didn’t usually have much to say either. The others looked at him in surprise. He looked back sheepishly, if you could say that a penguin looked sheepish.
“What?” he exclaimed. “Let’s see them anyway.”

Eagerly Wendy zapped to the pop music programme that had just started, and immediately they saw the Polar Teds prancing about heavily on the brightly lit studio stage. As they played their loud joyful music on their guitars and drums, beams of various coloured lights changed their white fur to green or red or blue or orange.
“Ooh!” breathed Wendy in delight.
Suddenly the lead singer appeared on the video screen behind the group. Cool Cormorant glided with black wings across a sunny blue sky laced with white clouds. As he soared through the air, his melodious (most un-cormorant-like) voice swelled above the calm sea.

Cool Cormorant

“Ooh!” sighed Wendy again. “What an incredible voice!”
“It’s not him singing,” remarked Pudden. “He’s like your Dad. It’s all done by Special F.X. He’s not in the sky. He’s in a studio and his voice is done by a computer.” Then he added, “I wish I could do that.”
“What? Sing?” said Skidder.
“No! Fly like him, like Cool Cormorant. It must be marvellous to skim over the sea like that.”
Skidder and Wendy were not so sure. Even their famous father didn’t really like heights, although he would never admit it.
“Well, I suppose you can dream,” said Wendy. “Oh, and what time are we expected at your birthday party tomorrow, Pudden?”
Pudden was startled out of his thoughts. “What? Oh, er, about four o’clock. I hope it doesn’t rain. My parents are planning a barbecue in the back garden.”
“We’ll be there,” said Skidder. He loved zooming in and out around the trees in Pudden’s garden.
The next day it did not rain. It was a hot and sunny afternoon, as most of the guests at Pudden’s garden party lay around in the sun or splashed in the Olympic sized pool. Pudden’s parents worked in T.V. but were not famous like Audley.
When Wendy arrived with Skidder, they both made for Pudden, who was standing with a group of friends near the pool.
“Happy birthday, Pudden!” yelled Skidder, approaching far too fast and nearly knocking everyone into the water. Fortunately he skidded to a stop just in time.
“Happy birthday!” added Wendy, tottering up in her platform heels. She planted a kiss on his cheek. Pudden was a little embarrassed, but he said thank you for the present that she was holding out to him.
“Well, go on. Open it!” she cried.
Excitedly Pudden unwrapped the sparkling blue and silver paper.

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