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- Herausgeber: Little Tiger Press
- Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
- Serie: Space Penguins
- Sprache: Englisch
What's black and white, and flies faster than the speed of light? The Space Penguins! They're the ice-cool crew of the spaceship Tunafish. With their pioneering flying skills and resistance to the deep freeze, these intergalactic avians are going where no fin has gone before. Captain T Krill, Rocky Waddle, Fuzz Allgrin and Splash Gordon are on a mission to explore new planets, rescue alien life, and battle their former comrade-in-wings: Dark Wader. When the penguins land on a strange moon for supplies, Splash comes across an egg and secretly takes it onboard the Tunafish. But when it hatches into a monster with a taste for metal the feathers fly. Can the penguins return the creature to its planet before it eats its way through their spaceship?
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Seitenzahl: 51
Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2014
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CONTENTS
MEET THE SPACE PENGUINS…
CAPTAIN:
Captain T. Krill Emperor penguin Height: 1.10m Looks: yellow ear patches and noble bearing Likes: swordfish minus the sword Lab tests: showed leadership qualities in fish challenge Guaranteed to: keep calm in a crisis
FIRST MATE (ONCE UPON A TIME):
Beaky Wader, now known as Dark Wader Once Emperor penguin, now part-robot Height: 1.22m Looks: shiny black armour and evil laugh Likes: prawn pizzas and ruling the universe Lab tests: cheated at every challenge Guaranteed to: cause trouble
PILOT (WITH NO SENSE OF DIRECTION):
Rocky Waddle Rockhopper penguin Height: 45cm Looks: long yellow eyebrows Likes: mackerel ice cream Lab tests: fastest slider in toboggan challenge Guaranteed to: speed through an asteroid belt while reading charts upside down
SECURITY OFFICER AND HEAD CHEF:
Fuzz Allgrin Little Blue penguin Height: 33cm Looks: small with fuzzy blue feathers Likes: fish fingers in cream and truffle sauce Lab tests: showed creativity and aggression in ice-carving challenge Guaranteed to: defend ship, crew and kitchen with his life
SHIP’S ENGINEER:
Splash Gordon King penguin Height: 95cm Looks: orange ears and chest markings Likes: squid Lab tests: solved ice-cube challenge in under four seconds Guaranteed to: fix anything
LOADING…
CRRRUMP!
I am ICEcube, on-board guidance computer for a fish-shaped spacecraft named the Tunafish. My brain is very large, but my patience is very thin.
The Space Penguins have crashed into me twice this morning. Chief Engineer Splash Gordon’s new invention – ride-on Penguin Manoeuvring Units, or PMUs – may be fun, but their brakes don’t work. The ship’s metalwork is dented. The floor is scratched.
My database says: Ow.
Ever since the Space Penguins made a dramatic escape from the planet Splurdj and returned twelve small furry PomPoms to their home planet of Azimus Pi in the darkest, most remote corner of the universe, they have been fidgety. Back on Earth they happily did the same thing every day. Fish, toboggan, waddle, sleep. Out here in deep space they have discovered something new.
Boredom.
This is what they have been doing to kill time:
Captain Krill has a new exercise plan. He has waddled up and down the ship so many times that he has worn the floor completely smooth.
Our pilot Rocky Waddle has flown us straight through dangerous asteroid belts just for fun.
Chef and Security Officer Fuzz Allgrin has cooked star-whale blubber three hundred and sixty-four ways and clogged up the ventilation shafts with grease.
And Splash has built four PMUs with bad brakes. He is now test driving one of them on Captain Krill’s newly smoothed floor. It’s an accident waiting to happen.
CRRRUMP!
Recalibrating…
It’s an accident that just happened. Captain Krill’s exercises, Fuzz’s new starw-hale blubber dish, a tricky asteroid-belt move from Rocky and a PMU brake failure have all just come together in one big messy heap.
Excuse me while I short circuit.
ZZZPPPFFF.
CHAPTER ONE
STIR CRAZY
Captain Krill lay on his back with a large blob of star-whale blubber pie dripping from the end of his beak.
“What the curly cuttlefish just happened?” he asked, staring up at the metal rivets on the spaceship’s ceiling.
Splash climbed off his crashed PMU and stared at the brakes with his flippers on his hips. “Darned if I know. I’ve adjusted the hydraulic pressure on this one at least ten times.”
“OW-WOW-WOW!” Fuzz roared, hopping up and down while rubbing his feet with his flippers. “You ran over the Captain’s belly, my feet and my star-whale blubber pie, Splash! You are so not getting a Christmas present this year.”
“It must have happened while I was doing my exercises,” said the Captain, raising his head to gaze at the track marks on his tummy.
“How are the sit-ups coming along, Captain?” Splash asked.
“I did one,” said Captain Krill proudly.
“My fault, sorry,” said Rocky from the flight deck. “A monster asteroid fragment was coming straight towards us. I had to take evasive action.”
“No blubber pie for dinner, guys,” said Fuzz, still hopping. “Unless you want to lick it off the Captain’s face.”
“Shame,” said Rocky. “NOT.”
“Say that again, barnacle brain,” said Fuzz.
Rocky jumped out of his pilot’s chair with his flippers raised and his eyebrows bristling. “With pleasure.”
“No fighting on deck,” said Captain Krill from the floor.
“We all need a change of scene,” said Splash. He helped the Captain to his feet. “ICEcube? Find us a planet where we can stop and stretch our legs.”
“Mine don’t stretch very far,” said Fuzz.
ICEcube’s circuits whirred into life.
“Planet Flogiston. Little known, but sometimes visited by traders for its natural supply of metal, which grows in tree-like forms all over the planet. Surface temperature: seventy-five degrees Celsius, on account of the numerous volcanoes. Journey time: three hours and fifteen minutes.”
“Anywhere colder?” asked Rocky hopefully. “And maybe less volcanoey?”
“Planet Bitnipi. Surface temperature: minus two hundred and eighty degrees Celsius. Covered in mountainous permafrost.”
“Perfect!” exclaimed the Captain.
“Journey time: thirty-two years, two hundred and two days,” ICEcube continued.
The penguins groaned.
“It had better be Flogiston then,” said the Captain.
“Flogiston is orbited by a small icy moon named Serac,” ICEcube added. “Surface temperature: minus one hundred and three degrees Celsius. Journey time: two hours and forty minutes.”
“Why didn’t you mention that before?” said Splash.
“You asked for a planet,” said ICEcube. “Not a moon.”
“Duh,” said Fuzz.
“Set the coordinates, Rocky,” said Captain Krill.
Rocky whooped. “Serac, here we come!”
Far away, in section L of the universe, a little alien and a large robot were sneaking through the dark streets of the planet Kroesus’s main spaceport. The little alien
