For my Dad, who also chose "penguin"
Meanwhile, back at SPHQ (Secret Penguin Headquarters), an in depth reconnaissance overview was taking place. A hardened looking penguin, Sgt. Maltese, firmly smacked the penguin nearest him to call the (completely silent) group to order.
"That's enough shenanigans!" the Maltese Penguin barked out. (Don't look at me like that; you knew it was coming.)
"While we wait for agent 006 to report in, let us continue to analyze previous failed attempts at our mission."
The lights went out and a projector switched on. Soon the room was filled with the sounds of Thurl Ravencroft's deep bass as the trainees took detailed of the doomed mission. The training film now over, Sgt. Maltese flipped the lights back on.
"Now, which one of you waiter rejects can tell me what was the Grinch's chief mistake?"
Several different answers rang out at once:
"He wasn't a penguin?"
"He didn't wear the proper camouflage?"
"It took him until the end of the story for him to realize that all he really wanted was love and acceptance?"
The Sergeant glared at the penguin who made this last comment, and at a snap of his fin (don't ask me how it's possible), the unfortunate penguin was dragged from the room, never to be heard from again.
"Anyone else?" Sgt. Maltese asked menacingly.
The other trainees were spared by the iPhone on the Sergeant's desk ringing.
"That must be Agent 006," the Sergeant remarked as he pressed a button on his wristwatch.
"Chilly, this is Willy, report!"
To be continued...
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