User:DigiSkymin/Party Hardy

“When I feel funky I enjoy the party When I feel rocky I get a bit too cocky…”

Or so the storytellers of midnight campfire says

Today, I am feeling funky. But do I really need to kick my feelings out in a whooping party? Well, if the storyteller says so, than yes! Besides, a party would do me good. But did the hearty poem ever tell me what kind of party it should be? Well, with the Music Jam 09 going on, and groups of penguins parading in and out of my door, knocking over furniture and shaking flippers with me, exclaiming how music is the wonder of life… I think I know exactly what I should do.

Manic, my ever bouncing green friend, eyes me suspiciously as I bustle about the homey igloo, putting this into the storage, that over in the corner… and decides to join. I don’t know what I’m dealing with: Piles of furniture or an annoying fur-ball lazily strolling into my path. Once, my bookshelf in my cozy bedroom starts toppling sideways, and I caught a glimpse of that mischievous grin before I was completely flattened under a heavy pile of books and wood. Still, Manic is my favorite puffle, and I’d never blame him for wanting to help- and have fun.

At last, after all my hard efforts, which resulted in a swollen flipper, red-rimmed eyes, and green hairs sticking out from my peach coat into all directions, my precious belongings are all stored away, and decorations hung up in a ‘funky’ style. I, casting a last regretful glance at my soft, warm bed, settle down into the chair before my desk and wearily pulls out a piece of paper, and start signing out invitations. For hours I sat there, unaware of the time flying by, but in my head swims the groovy music, shining disco ball, and flashy dance floors. But most of all, the laughter of delighted penguins, with their flipper-stomping dance moves and catchy music…

It took me a while to realize that I had fallen asleep, and that my invitations, all neatly labeled with the correct information, is missing

Bolting upright, my eyes instantly lead me to Manic’s bed, and to my horror, he’s gone! So are the rest of my puffles! Amy, Shadow, Cream… all gone. I start to panic. I search under my bed, my posters, and my table while wondering worriedly that if this might be a clever idea of a prank by Manic.

But then, just when my tired flippers is about to open the door, a swarm of penguins came in, shouting and whistling and laughter filled my igloo, with my gleeful puffles in the lead. The rest was history. We danced; our beaks seemed brushed the sky with every laughter of joy. Our flippers moved in delicate circles as we danced, and our eyes sparkled with delight. When I finally settled down in my bed, I couldn’t believe how wonderful today was.