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New Dawn: The sun radiated warmly over Club Penguin, bright as it had ever been. Penguins waddled aimlessly and innocently, throwing snowballs, shopping, and laughing. One could almost forget the terror they had been through during the Blackout, Gary reflected from his new Lab built into the Tallest Mountain. But life was never that simple. Not nowadays.

From the ground, the scars left by an ill-tempered polar bear remained. Penguins still glanced at the sun as if they couldn't believe it was back. Partiers in the forest still jumped at the slightest noise, terrified it was a polar bear come to get them.

How had Club penguin come to this?

Gary had always prided himself on looking forward. Yet despite himself he could still see Club Penguin as it had been once in his mind's eye, simple and fun, untouched by the chilliest worry. gary had still seen signs of distress however, and made a stupid move.

He founded the PSA. He dragged thousands of penguins into his quest for safety. They made a few mistakes involving a polar bear and BAM! Sport Shop gone, PSA gone, innocence gone. His gambit had failed. He had failed.

"Agent G?" a voice inquired behind him in a concerned voice. "The Director is here to see you."

"Thank you Dot," said gary warily. "You are dismissed. Go enjoy teh light." As Dot the Disguise Gal strapped on a jet pack and shot into the sky, the elevator opened and Aunt Arctic waddled in, walking five puffles at once.

"Apologies for the crowd, Gary,' Aunt Arctic said kindly. "Ever since I was unfrozen I just can't get enough of my puffles."

"Its absolutely fine, my friend," Gary said. "Coffee?"

"No thank you," Aunt Arctic said politely and sat on his couch. "what was it you wished to speak to me about?"

Gary took a deep breath. "I think we should discontinue the EPF." Aunt Arctic stared at him, shocked. "We've dragged to many penguins into this, and-"

Splat! A snowball hit him in the face. "Gary, have you gone crazy?" Aunt Arctic said in a concerned voice. "Those penguins wanted to help. They would have been equally upset if the Lodge had been chopped down. They're doing what they want to do for their island."

Gary sighed. "You're right. Its just so hard lately...Watching these penguins...what they've gone through...what we've put them through..."

"And yet they live to laugh another day," Aunt Arctic said firmly. 'I'll be in my igloo Gary. I have a Newspaper to run. Thank you for your hospitality."

Gary quietly watched as Aunt Arctic exited the smae way Dot had, then turned and looked out the big bay window. He still wasn't quite sure they were doing the right thing. Perhaps-

All of a sudden, Gary watched as a penguin on a surfboard...and wearing a jet pack(!)...crashedsmack into the Iceberg, interrupting a bunch of drilling penguins, who graciously helped him up and waite dhopefully for teh Iceberg to tip. The penguin's friends laughed good-naturedly and he threw a snowball at them. It was all so...Club penguin that Gary just had to laugh.

And suddenly it didn't seem like they were doing that badly after all.

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