It was a balmy -15 degrees. The distant sun was rising over the snow covered peaks. There to meet the morning sun were thousands upon thousands of penguincons. All of them waddling, sliding, talking, while others sat around table slurping their oil-ice. Then one of the p-con-a tall, stout-built, and authoriatative type who generally calls himself Bubba decided that they should set out for the other side of the ice continent.
Bubba asked another penguincon named Earl, "Hey Earl, d'ya think its a good idea to trek across the countryside to get the good side see'n how our mobile homes are ovaloaded and th' tires 'bout to bust?"  Earl said, "Why shore its a great idea, but let me ask Franscine if it alright by her---Ok?" "Why not." said Bubba.

So it was set; Bubba, Earl, Franscine, and the other penguincons all loaded up in their old beat-up cars, their high-powered farm tractors, and their old 4WD pickups with mobile homes in tow ready to take on the daunting task of trekking across the vast ice continent.

What will become of the pack find out next time or fill in the adventure and see if our heros will make it across or just break down before they even get started.

When we last left our flightless redneck bird-bots; they beginning a trek across their vast ice continent to their old "stomping" ground.

After started their journey, Fred decided to find a rest area to where he and the rest of the troop could get some finnycons(fish). Earl spoke up, (Ah, gee Fred are you gonna eat all them finnies?" Fred retorted, "Naw I jest gonna lay there and tan---Here's your sign." Francine joined in,"Now Fred that just wasn't nice." Fred came back," Well neither are you so what else is new?" Francine turned her beak up. Earl said,"Francine you'd better hope that it don't sleet." Francine came back, "Why so you can say that 'I will freeze with my beak up like that or something.'" Earl and Fred walked away in disbelief.