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- Well Flip, here's to
another whole day ice fishing

and another whole day wasted.

We got nothing, nada, zilch.

We're going home
empty beaked again.

See what I mean?

This is serious,

Christmas right around
the corner and no fish.

There's no excuse for us
not to meet our fish quota

and fill our bellies.

Unless there just aren't
as many fish in the ocean

as there used to be.

We're gonna have empty
plates for Christmas dinner.

- Oh Zoey, I just don't
know what's wrong.

The fish are there.

We pick good spots.

We dive at the right time.

We maneuver well under water,

but we still can't
seem to catch anything.

- One thing's for sure,

we've got to find this out
before the hard winter hits

and the fish go even
deeper into the sea.

If everyone's having
the luck we're having,

Penguinland could
starve before spring.

When's the last
time you sat down

to have a really
good fish dinner?

Hm, let me think.

- I have an idea.

- You do?

Tell me.

- I will.

We're going to--

- Oh, let me guess,

instead of us diving
in search of fish,

we lure the fish to us.

- Just how do you
propose we do that?

- Hm, special screenings of
fish tails on the snowy tundra?

Readings of the bravest fish
around the fishing hole?

An open invitation iceberg
slip and slide contest?

- Try and ice vegetable garden.

- An ice vegetable garden?

What?

- I'll tell you what,

let's run my idea by Stella
and see what she says.

If she thinks it's a good idea,

we'll know it's a good idea

and we can get started
planting vegetables

to feed all of Penguinland.

Deal?

- Meh, okay, deal.

- So, if we plant an
array of vegetables

that can withstand
our winter months,

educate every bird
on their upkeep

and cultivate the
garden properly,

Penguinland stored
food supply can

far exceed the
traditional plan of fish

and belly hunting and gathering

and make us healthier
and happier to boot.

Veggies are a wonderful
source of nutrients

for any animal.

- My, my, you've thought
this through, I see.

- It came to me after we
spent all day on the tundra

searching for fish
that never appeared.

- You mean while I searched
for fish that never appeared?

You got bummed out and
sat down on the ice

while I swam around and around
for what felt like forever!

- Get going kids,
you can still talk to

many animals before nightfall

and get a clear picture
of where Penguinland

stands on the idea.

Good luck.

- So, let me get this straight,

when we get hungry, we'll
pick the most of our food

from this vegetable
garden of yours.

- Exciting, eh?

- Hush Flip, let me finish.

You can still hunt fish
if you want to, Bondo,

you just won't go hungry if
you don't catch anything.

There will always be a
rich and plentiful garden

of ice vegetables
to choose from.

- I see.

Will this garden have krill?

- Well, no.

Krill don't grow in gardens.

They live in the ocean.

- Will there be squid?

- Mm, squid, yummy.

- No, same thing, Bondo.

Squid swim in the sea.

They don't grow in gardens.

- Well, what about fish?

Any Alaskan Salmon?

- Oh, my tummy's growling
like a Polar Bear.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, we don't
say that around here, Flip.

- Say what?

Tummy?

- No, the P word.

- Polar Bear?

- Look at this castle,
Mold Spot, it's a disgrace,

crumbling around us,
sinking into the ground.

Oh how I long for those
glory days of Arctic power

and iron fisted rule.

I am the most powerful creature

in the North Pole, after all.

I need to adhere to
certain standards.

- Sounds great, Hunch, what
a role it must have been.

- You have no idea, Mold Spot.

You weren't even a fungal spot

at the base of a mighty tree
when I dominated this land

and all the creatures in it.

Now half of them don't
even know who I am.

Alas, we all grow
older, slower, weaker,

until we're enveloped into
complete obsolescence.

I hate it.

- That sounds terrible, Hunch.

What a miserable existence.

What a waking nightmare.

What a swirling vortex of
existential nothingness.

- I'd prefer it if you
kept quiet on such matters,

Mold Spot, you tend to
make it all so much worse.

- Sorry Hunch, I was only
trying to see it your way.

- Well don't do that, please.

I feel infinitely worse after
hearing your descriptions.

- Yes, Hunch,

I'll keep my observations
to myself from now on.

- Excellent.

- But if I may, Hunch,
one final observation?

- Very well, out with it.

What's so important you
can't keep it to yourself

and allow me to just a
moment's peace of mind.

- At last count, the
castle's food supply

was perilously low, Hunch.

If common mathematic
calculations hold true,

we will be completely out of
rations within a fortnight.

- A fortnight?

That means we'll already
be on our way to starving

by the time the winter
season's in full swing.

- Yes, Hunch,
that's right, Hunch.

- This situation is untenable.

These castle's stones will
soon be buried in snowfall

higher than our tallest spires.

We'll surely perish
inside this dungeon

of our own making.

- Um yes, it's merely
an observation, Hunch,

but your pessimistic
outlook is most certainly

far grimmer than mine.

- Is that a polite
way of suggesting

that I shut up, Mold Spot?

- Well, your words,
Hunch, not mine.

- A pessimist, I am not,
you blathering fungi.

Rather, I am a realist
and reality dictates that

we procure adequate
food for ourselves

before this coming
winter or else.

- Oh great, Hunch, or if I may--

- Oh here we go again.

What is it now?

What?

- My native land is not
far from here, Hunch.

There my mushroom village
has expert horticulturists

who might be able to help us.

- Horti what?

What is that word, Mold Spot?

I don't know its meaning.

- Horticulture, Hunch.

It's the art or practice

of garden cultivation
and management.

- So it's a fancy
term for gardening?

- Basically.

- So what?

You're proposing that we
plant some piddling garden

and nibble on fig leaves
for the entire winter?

- Well no, not a
piddling garden,

rather a grand sweeping garden,

a garden befitting a leader of
your historic stature, Hunch.

- Ah, I see.

And will there be mushrooms
in this garden, Mold Spot?

- Mushrooms?

Uh, no.

No mushrooms, Hunch.

- Hm, a pity.

I do so enjoy a succulent
healthy mushroom.

- Oh, uh, I never knew
this about you, Hunch.

- Mmhmm, the way a
ripe mushroom's plump
dome just

pops in my mouth.

Mm, simply delicious.

- Oh, I see.

- Do you?

Then I suggest you
devise a method

of insuring we
don't starve up here

when the heavy snow hits.

Journey to your
homeland if you must,

but be warned, mushroom
sauce tastes great

on just about anything.

- Well Zoey, it's one
for me, zero for you.

- Thanks for reminding
me, Flip, again.

- No worries, I'm sure there's
someone out here somewhere

who'd just love to chomp
on a snowy head of cabbage.

I don't know who they are,
but I'm sure they're out here.

- Hey guys, how's it going?

Hi Larry.

- Fancy meeting you
penguins in the Ice Woods.

What brings you all
the way out here?

Are you lost?

- Lost?

Something like that.

We're trying to pitch a new
diet to the Arctic animals,

but it's not going too well.

- Oh no, what's the diet?

Maybe you just need
to spice it up.

- Yeah, with oysters.

- We had a hard time
catching fish today, Larry

and I got the idea to plant
a community ice garden

that will feed any animal
who's hungry and likes veggies.

- Oh, I like veggies.

You do?

- Yes, ma'am.

I'm a reindeer in
case you didn't know.

We noticed.

- I like to munch on lots of
different veggies and greens,

things like moss,
herbs, ferns, grass

and the shoots and leaves
of shrubs and trees,

especially Willow and Birch.

In the dead of winter, I make
due with Lichen and fungi

and I scrape the snow away
with my hooves to get it.

- Oh, you're the perfect
candidate to hear

all about my great
garden idea, Larry.

- Tell me more, Zoey.

I'm all ears and
antlers, of course.

Yep, noticed that too.

- What would you say
to a big old garden

full of cold weather
vegetables like broccoli,

collard greens, kohlrabi,
chards, Brussels sprouts,

lettuce, cabbage,
carrots, beets, fava beans

and on and on that you
can both contribute to

and pick from
anytime you wanted?

- Wow, I'd say
where do I find it?

I'm all about a
community garden.

Great.

- You are?

Oh Larry, I knew
you'd understand

and as soon as we explain
it to other animals,

more of them will
understand it too.

- Why are you asking
around about it, Zoey?

How come you don't just
get it started yourself?

Remember, if you plant
it, they will come.

- Stella told us
she's all for it

as long as Penguinland is too.

So we're out to get
the consensus from
every animal we meet.

- Yeah, that's a wing up
or wing down kind of thing.

- I see.

Well I can give it a hoof up.

Yay!

- I don't know about
this, you guys.

The beak service sounds good,

but there are so many
varied animal species

here in the Arctic.

How can you expect
all of them to take

to a sudden vegan diet?

- Exactly.

- Let me talk, Flip.

It isn't a vegan diet, Barry,

you'd still be able to hunt
or fish if you wanted to,

but the difference
would be that you

were no longer depending on
hunting or fishing to survive.

- Ho, ho, ho.

- Oh I can't wait.

Good to know.

- I do hope my little
friend, Mold Spot,

fairs well in his return home.

He's been a valuable
companion up here

in this big lonely castle

and his chess game
is formidable,

but should he try
to double cross me,

I will not hesitate
to toss him into a pan

and spritz him with olive oil.

Then heat on high for 15
minutes until golden brown.

Yum.

- Hey Hunch, how are things?

- Horribly, Mumble,
just horribly.

- Oh, what's that you say?

Is it the bats?

I hate the bats.

There droppings hit
my nest every night.

I return home at dawn for a
good day's sleep and boom,

clean up on isle number two.

- No, it isn't the bats,
Mumble, it's the food.

- We eat the bats?

Bad idea, compadre,
rabies, scabies,

not to mention, boney
little critters.

- No, no, listen to me, Mumble.

The castles running out of food.

If I don't do something fast,
we'll starve before spring.

- Oh, hm, sucks to be you.

- Yes, it does.

I blame that pesky
penguin population

for gobbling up all the
fresh fish from the ocean,

fish that would normally be
served on my banquet table

as part of a glorious
castle feast.

From feast to famine
in one fell swoop.

Those birds are going to pay.

- And pay they shall.

Heck, I've lost countless
tundra mice and rats

to those waddling
tuxedo monsters.

If they have their way,
we'll all be out of business

or hitching a ride
on a crab boat

to go work a fish market cash
register on some smelly pier.

- Well not me.

These runts may be too young
to remember, but I'm Hunch.

- Hm, and I have a hunch you're
going to expound further.

- You bet I am, Mumble.

As I speak, my trusty
sidekick, Mold Spot,

is on his way to
his mushroom village

for an antidote to our dilemma.

- Antidote?

If he tries crossing the
boarder with anything liquid,

he'll be arrested on sight.

And forget eyedroppers,

that's a one way
ticket to the pokey.

- The pokey?

- The slammer.

- The slammer?

- Prison, man, prison.

They'll lock that fungi
up and throw away the key.

- Well, that would be preferable

to him returning without
a cure for our problem.

If he dares to do that,
his mushroom village

will feed me through the winter

and come spring, there
will be no mushrooms left.

Savage, you.

- That's only the tip
of the iceberg, Mumble.

I have tasty mushroom
recipes to last for weeks,

prepared any number of ways,

stuffed, diced, sauced,
sautéed, pan seared,

baked, boiled, steamed,
fried, you name it,

I can prepare it.

- I prefer to eat
my mushrooms raw.

- Raw?

You freak.

The fact remains,
if little Mold Spot

dares to return to this
castle empty handed,

I'll harvest his village
until there's nothing left

but the dirt those silly
mushrooms sprouted from.

- So we can plant more
and harvest those too.

- Exactly.

I knew I should have chosen you

as my right hand owl, Mumble.

If only I could understand
you more than 1/2 the time.

- Eh, talking's overrated.

- Yes, well good
conversation makes

the time pass quicker up here

and though I enjoy
hearing myself talk,

I also enjoy a good
verbal tit-a-tate.

- I'm more of a
non-communicator myself.

- That is quite a cocked
brow you have there.

- You like that, eh?

Check out the arch.

- Yes, meticulous balance,
Mumble, meticulous.

- Born with it.

- I love it!

You do?

- Yeah, what a marvelous idea.

It'll help so many animals
all over the Arctic.

Nobody's ever showed us
such kindness up here.

Usually it's eat or be eaten
and if any strangers show up,

they're usually just looking
to rob our land of oil

or other resources, but this,
this is big love, you two.

- Yes, it is, isn't it?

We just want to help.

- Well, I mean, since
you put it like that,

can I take a little credit here?

- You're on the nay side, Flip.

Get on the yay side
and we can talk.

- Fine, I'm in.

- I can help you guys pick a
spot, then plant and harvest.

We can get started right away.

- Thanks, Terry.

I knew you'd see it our way.

Eh, my way.

Wait, hold up!

What is it now, Flip?

- If we're gonna
do what you say,

this thing is gonna
have to be pretty big.

Where are we gonna get the seeds

to plant a garden
of this magnitude?

- I know.

You do?

- I sure do.

Ask Tinker.

She's worked the holiday
sleighs for years,

been all over the world,
met all kinds of creatures,

seen all kinds of
settlements, towns,

villages and life styles.

If anyone can plan a big
old garden, Tinker can.

- Woo hoo, you know
what this means, Flip,

we're tied, two, two and you're

starting to see
it my way, buddy.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah,

let's just find Tinker
and see what she thinks.

Thanks, Terry.

- Yeah, thanks so much Terry.

We'll talk again real soon.

- Oh, think of it, Bondo,

a great big garden
of our very own,

chock full of all kinds of
yummy veggies and fruit too.

Wait, can fruit
grow in the Arctic?

- Yeah Flop, some fruit
like berries and apples,

but you'll never find a banana
or a coconut or a peach here.

- Oh well, what about mangoes?

- Nope.

- Oranges?

- Nope.

- Pineapples?

- Nope.

- Pomegranates?

Negative, Flop.

- Hm, no matter.

I have an idea.

- I thought I smelled
something burning.

- You do?

Is it fire?

Well where?

- Flop?

- It could melt the
ice, set us adrift!

We lose everything!

- Flop!

- I can't swim that far.

I'll tire out,
sink to the bottom.

- Flop!

- The crabs'll take
me or the More Eels

or the giant squid.

- Flop!

- Or the Goblin Shark,
the Goblin Shark!

- Flop!

- Have you ever seen
a Goblin Shark, Bondo?

- No, have you?

- Well, no, but that doesn't
mean they aren't terrifying,

terrifying, I can't do it,
my heart can't take it!

- Just calm down, Flop, breath.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Okay, okay,
what was I saying?

- You have an idea.

- Oh right, that
creepy old Hunch

is just sitting up in that
mountain castle, right?

Why don't we visit the castle

and ask him for a magic
spell that'll help us

grow a garden for everyone?

What do you think?

- Are you serious?

- Yeah, it's a good idea, right?

You like it?

- Flop, I think it's, it's --

- Yeah, Bondo?

- I think it's one
of the dumbest ideas

I've ever heard in all my life!

- What?

No.

- Yes, come on, peng,
we've never even been

out of eyeshot of Penguinland

and Hunch is evil
through and through.

Every penguin knows that.

- Evil, that's a harsh word.

- And for a reason.

Hunch is a harsh troll.

- Oh, is he a troll?

I thought he was a gnome.

- I'm pretty sure he's a troll.

- Maybe he's a goblin.

- Maybe he's a Goblin Shark.

Goblin Shark?

- Watch out for the bats,
Hunch, watch out for the bats.

- Whatever for?

I know them by name, Mumble,

and I don't build
nests in their way.

They don't bother me.

- Hm, maybe I should ditch
my nest and move in here.

How's your ceiling clearance?

- 20 feet, 25 in the foyers.

- Works for me.

I'll grab my stuff
provided those bats don't

soil everything while I'm gone.

- Hold your horses, Mumble, I
have a castlemate, remember.

- Oh right, the fungus.

Think he'll return or do
you think he'll cave in

and rejoin his mushroom family?

The bonds of fungi
run deep, you know.

- Nonsense, Mold Spot will
be back as he promised.

If not, I'll do as I
promised and invade

that little village
with blinding vengeance

and savage rage and I'll harvest
every last mushroom I find

and I'll make the world's
biggest bubbling cauldron

of cream of mushroom
soup and drink

every last drop of it by
myself.

- Wow, sinister.

- That I am, Mumble, that I am.

Maybe I'll
just hang in my nest

for the time begin, then.

Good idea.

- Firstly, I'd like to
commend you mushrooms

on being so community
minded and giving back.

Your shared garden
idea is one of the most

heart warming things
an old snail like me

has heard in quite some time.

If only it had happened
when I was a young slug.

I surely could have been
more actively involved.

- I'm glad you
like it, Priscilla.

- Like it?

I love it.

It's mushrooms like you
three that have helped

your kind survive and thrive

for thousands of
years in the wild.

- Wow, thanks.

- It is my pleasure, Snot
and I would like nothing more

than to support
and assist you all

in this grand Arctic
changing endeavor.

- All righty then.

On one condition.

- Absolutely, name it.

- Mold Spot must sever ties
with Hunch in that castle

using the shared garden
as a peace offering

and leverage to return
home where he belongs,

no strings attached.

- Oh.

- If you truly
believe in your cause,

this should be of little
consequence to you.

So, Mold Spot, what do you say?

- A community ice garden?

Why, that's a wonderful idea.

You penguins can
count on my support.

Anything I can do to help
this idea succeed, I'll do,

even if I have to distribute
fresh Arctic vegetables

all over the world by way
of Santa's Christmas sleigh.

Whoa!

- Really, Tinker?

That's a huge favor!

No way would we expect you to--

- Hush, I wouldn't offer
if I didn't mean it.

- Shucks, well if I
had known this trip

was gonna get all mushy,
I'd have brought my boots.

- If it isn't mushy, Flip,

it's just the kindness and
generosity that, sadly,

we see less and
less of these days.

Thankfully there are still
penguins like you and Zoey left

who bring cheer just
because they care.

- That's right, Flip,
just because we care.

- Yeah.

- Tinker, are you serious
about delivering vegetables

this holiday season?

- I sure am, along with
all the fun toys of course.

What better way to get
children everywhere

to eat their veggies?

And besides,

a lump of cauliflower in
those fireplace stockings

is way better than
a lump of coal.

No one can argue that.

- Hey you know what else
would go well in stockings?

Sea bass.

- Sea bass?

- Yeah, think about it,
it'd fit like a glove.

- Yuck and stink
up the whole house?

- Not if it's properly steamed.

It's light and fluffy
with a delicate flavor.

- I'll take your word
for it, little guy.

- Run it by the big
man on Christmas Eve.

I bet he digs it.

- Flip, you know
what this means?

It's three to two, I win!

Fine,
congratulations, Zoey,

I just want to eat.

- Let's go tell Stella the news

and then we'll see what's
for dinner in Penguinland.

It's about time.

- Remember, Zoey,
my offer stands.

Feel free to bring
the North Pole

a heaping help of
ice veggies anytime.

- Will do, Tinker and
thank you so much.

Come on, Flip, we've got a
long hike back to Penguinland.

- Oh great, just what
my feet wanted to hear.

- Safe travels little penguins.

- Howdy, Hunch, I hope
we aren't intruding.

Allow me to introduce
us, I'm Flop

and this is my
best buddy, Bondo.

- What fresh madness is this?

Is that old wizard, Emeric,
playing magic tricks again?

Are you two real?

- I definitely think these
birds are real, Hunch.

Wayward and lost maybe,
but they're real.

Smell that?

Smell what?

Ug, tundra animals, disgusting.

- Hey, we don't smell bad.

Actually,
we kind of do.

- You think so?

- Yeah, it gets pretty
windy on the tundra.

Probably blows the smell
away a lot of the time,

but get us in warm
quarters like this.

- Oh, I see what you mean.

- It's a little ripe.

- Yeah.

- Well, this is a
momentous occasion.

No penguin has ever
visited us before.

- It was quite a hike
too, let me tell ya.

- Tell me, smelly creatures,

are you here to surrender
your territory to the castle?

- Surrender our territory, no.

- We're here to offer a deal
you might be interested in.

- No deal.

- Wait, what?

Shouldn't we at
least hear them out?

Tell me, what is this
deal you speak of,

beaked bartenders?

- We'd like to plant
a community garden

big enough to feed
all of the animals

here in the Arctic
anytime they're hungry.

Only we don't have
enough seeds to get started.

- We don't have
any seeds actually.

- We're seedless.

- So we can't do
it without help.

And that's
where you come in.

- If you want.

- If you want.

- We know you do hocus pocus.

- And you could probably conjure

the seeds we need
if you wanted to.

So, what do you say?

- Hocus pocus, hm?

If I could conjure
any seed I wanted,

don't you think I'd
have planted a garden

for myself by now or
at the very least,

tangly trees to keep
out stray penguins.

- Oh.

- That's a good point.

- Your plan sounds very
familiar, penguins.

You didn't happen to speak
with Mold Spot the mushroom,

did you?

Mold
Spot the mushroom?

- Nope, who's that?

What's
say you two wait here

while Hunch and I
go talk this over?

- What did he say?

- I have no idea.

- That's an excellent
idea, Mumble.

Come, let us talk it over.

I'm concerned, Mumble,
greatly concerned.

- About the smell?

Just hang a few air fresheners.

It'll be fine.

- No, not the
smell, smells fade.

Maybe penguin stench
takes a little longer,

but it'll fade none-the-less.

I'm concerned about
those bird's plan.

It's identical to
Mold Spot's idea.

I don't trust them.

What's behind all this
selfless kindness?

- Does there have to
be something behind it?

Maybe they're just
thoughtful creatures.

- Thoughtful creatures?

There's no such thing.

Everyone's out for themselves,

looking to swindle
the next fool,

cheat a rube, run a scam.

- You think so?

- I know so.

- Those two look pretty dim
for that kind of deception.

What do you think
their angle is?

- I believe these Arctic
animals are aligning against me

in an effort to
destroy my castle

and plant a big
garden in its place.

Get out!

- And if that's their
plan, the joke's on them.

This land is barren.

Nothing can grow here.

Nothing has ever grown here.

Nothing will ever grow here.

- Is that why you never
planted a garden like you said?

- Yes, well that and the
fact that I hate vegetables.

- You do?

- I mean, I'll eat
them if I must,

an occasional carrot
here, an odd potato there,

but I'm a meat man, Mumble.

Intensified beef products.

- I heard that.

Nothing like a panicked
mouse or a frightened rabbit.

Or filet of penguin.

Have you ever tried
penguin, Mumble?

- Can't say that I have, Hunch.

I hear they're gamey.

- Well perhaps we'll find out.

Let's take those
two birds hostage

until I find out who all is
in on this insidious plot

and once I do--

- Off with their heads?

- Oh no!

What's the matter with you?

Are you some kind of monster?

- I just thought--

- That's crazy talk, Mumble.

- But you said yourself,
you're going to

filet the penguins and
cream the mushrooms.

- Yes, I said nothing about
taking off their heads.

My heavens, that's barbaric.

- But that's part of
the process, Hunch.

- Well I don't know
what to tell you.

We'll cross that bridge
when we come to it.

For now, let's take those
penguins to the Lake of Woe.

- The Lake of Woe?

Sounds ominous.

Where is it?

In the basement.

I built this castle right on top

of a fresh spring centuries ago.

- Wait, you're telling me you
have your own indoor lake?

- Yes, why?

- That's so gangster.

- That's not all.

What sets the Lake of Woe apart

is the fact that once you
jump in, you don't get out.

Genius.

I know,
right?

- This is so cool, look
at the view from up here.

You can see for miles and miles.

What a spot.

Hey, we could plant a garden
right here on this bridge.

At this elevation, it
would catch great sunlight

during the day
and our vegetables

would grow super
quick and crazy big.

- I don't trust
this creep, Flop.

He gives me a bad feeling.

- He does?

Oh, was it the smelly comment?

I really don't think
we smell that bad.

- No, it's everything about him

and that weird talking
owl and this place,

I've got a bad vibe.

- What should we do, Bondo?

- I say we get out of her
before they come back.

We can nosedive
right off this bridge

and belly sled back
down the mountain

in a fraction of the time
it took us to get up here.

Then we waddle as fast
as our feet will carry us

and we don't look back.

- Whoa, that sounds fun.

- What do you say, Flop?

Are you with me?

I guess not.

- What's that you say, penguin?

- Great spot, he said
this is a great spot

for a community garden.

- Hm, yes.

After much deliberation,

my trusted colleague,
Mumble and I

have graciously decide
to accept your offer.

- You have?

- Oh, what is your price?

Eh?

Speak up there, penguin.

I can't hear you.

- He says it brings
tears to his eyes.

My buddy Bondo is
very sensitive.

- Yes, I see that.

Say, would you two
penguins care to see

my marvelous ice lake?

It's a veritable
underwater wonderland

of crystal clear
ice water chock full

of ancient sculptures and
no one even knows about it.

I think it would be an
absolutely ideal location

for a hydroponics garden.

- Hydroponics, I never
even thought of that.

- What are hydroponics?

- Hydroponics, it's the
process of growing plants

in liquid with added
nutrients, but without soil.

- Wow, we can do that?

- Together we can do anything.

This is why you
came to me, correct?

- Yes, it is.

I knew we could do
great things together.

I just had a feeling,
a hunch so to speak.

Show us the lake.

At once,
penguins, at once.

Right this way.

- Wow, this is totally
amazing, Bondo,

look at the sculptures.

Is that Erodin?

- It looks like a monster to me.

This place is spooky.

You've
got that right, penguins,

welcome to my secret pride
and joy, the Lake of Woe.

- It's a trap, Flop, we
have to get out of here.

Unfortunately
for your two penguins,

there's no getting out of here.

You dove in with ease, but
as you'll soon discover,

there's no climbing out.

The water surface is
sealed with magic.

It may look liquid,

but it's as unyielding
as a polished mirror.

Make yourselves
comfortable, birdies,

you're gonna be in there
for a long, long time.

- Stella, Stella,
we have great news!

The ice garden idea is a hit.

The animals we talked
to were in favor of it

by a vote of three to two.

We can start right away.

We need to decide
on a plot of land

and which vegetables
we'll grow and--

- Zoey, Flip, I'm afraid
I have some terrible news.

Oh?

- Our friends Bondo and
Flop have gone missing.

- Bondo and Flop?

Oh no!

- But they're just wee penguins.

They've never been out
on the wide open tundra

by themselves before.

They could be lost,
in danger, hurt--

- Or worse, there are
Polar Bears out there,

gray wolves, killer whales,
we have to find them.

- I agree and young as you are,

both of you have done
your share of adventuring.

You know the tundra like
the backs of your wings.

I'd like you to recruit
two other search parties

and scour the icecaps
for our friends.

The longer those two are gone,

the more I fear something
terrible has happened.

- Okay, Stella, we'll
leave right away.

- Don't worry, we'll
do whatever it takes

to bring them home.

- I know you will, my
dear sweet penguins.

I only pray that it's
not already too late.

Here I am,
Hunch, just like I promised.

- Mold Spot, back so soon?

And who might these
scrumptious looking morsels be?

- scrumptious looking morsels?

Sounds like he's
talking about dinner.

- I know and it's us.

- These are my good
friends, Snot and Mucus.

I explained our plan
and they like it.

- Oh they do, do they?

- Yes, Hunch, we
can start planning

a community garden right
away with enough vegetables

to feed the castle,
the mushroom village

and the entire Arctic landscape
with unlimited sharing.

We can have food
overflowing by week's end.

No creature will
ever go hungry again.

- Well isn't that lovely?

Utopian even?

- I know, Hunch.

My mushroom family really
understood the idea

and saw it our way.

They vowed to help
anyway they can

whether we need
land, water or seeds.

- What I need now is for you
to shut your trap, Mold Spot.

- What?

- I know what you're
up to, friend,

you and all of your
mushroom capped eyes,

but you won't fool me and
I won't be overthrown.

- Well what are you
talking about, Hunch?

This was our plan.

These mushrooms
just want to help.

- Balderdash, no one
just wants to help.

You take me for a fool?

I know what you're up to.

You and your fungi
army want my land.

- What, no!

- Yes, I've had
quite enough of you

duplicitous dirt dwellers,

I never should have
brought a fungus like you

into my castle, Mold Spot,

but it's not too late
to correct course

and do what should have
been done long ago.

- What's that?

- Sauté you for dinner.

No.

- And your little friends too.

- I knew it.

I told you this guy
was no good, Moldy.

- We all did.

Quick run!

- You can run, but
you can't hide, fungi.

I know who you are.

I know where to
find your village.

It's only a matter of
time before I dash you

with melted butter and sea salt

and turn you into
delicious side dishes.

You're mine!

- Tinker.

- Hi penguins,

surely you haven't brought
me vegetables so soon?

- No, we need your help.

It's an emergency.

- An emergency?

What's going on?

- Our friends Bondo
and Flop are missing.

- They're young and
they've never been away

from Penguinland by
themselves before.

- Oh no, there are
countless perils

for inexperienced
penguins on the tundra.

- We know, Stella told
us to form search teams.

Can you help us?

- Absolutely.

Penguinland can always
count on us reindeer

among it's staunchest allies.

I'll round up the
others right away.

- Thank you so much, Tinker.

How can we ever repay you?

- Find those little
penguins, that's how.

You two look to the East.

Barry and Larry will
search the West.

Terry and I will head North.

- Okay, what about the South?

- The only thing
we'll find down South

is nasty Hunch's old castle

and no penguin in
their right mind

would go anywhere near it.

- Bondo, what if we're
not alone in here?

- We're not.

Don't forget Hunch and
that marble mouth owl

are still out there somewhere.

- I don't mean out there,
I mean in here with us.

- We've looked in
every corner, Flop.

There's nobody here
but the two of us.

I should have known
not to dive into

an underground lake
in the basement

of a creepy old castle.

What in the world
was I thinking?

- What if there are
Goblin Sharks lurking?

- There aren't any Goblin
Sharks in here, Flop.

- How do you know?

They sneak up on
you and those teeth,

I get chills just
thinking about them.

- Forget about it, help
me find a way out of here.

There's got to be
an escape route.

- We've looked everywhere,
behind every statue

and every crack and crevice.

- There are millions of cracks
and crevices, keep looking.

- But Bondo, if we can't
swim out on the surface,

what makes you think
we'll be able to

swim out anywhere else?

- I don't know, Flop.

I'm just trying and trying.

- Barry, Larry,
you deer go West.

Leave no stone unturned,
no snowbank undug.

Terry and I will search North.

These penguins are
young and inexperienced.

They couldn't have
gotten very far.

- What if the sun sets, Tinker?

Visibility is bad at night.

- Not to mention
the Polar Bears.

Do we suspend the
search after dark?

- No, keep looking.

We won't stop until
they're found.

- 10-4, reindeer, away we go!

Away we go!

Bondo!

- Flop!

- Bondo!

- Flop!

- I don't hear anything, Flip.

Do you hear anything?

- Nada, Zoey, where
could they have gone?

- I have no idea.

It's not like Bondo or Flop
to just wander off like this.

- I wonder if it has
anything to do with us.

- With us?

How so?

- Well we told Bondo
about the ice garden idea

and the next thing
you know, poof,

he and Flop both
vanish into thin air.

- But Bondo hated
the idea of a garden.

He said so himself.

He's on a fish diet.

- Maybe Flop talked him into it.

You know how those two
get when they're together.

Like that one time
when they climbed

to the top of
Stella's weather vane

and got stuck in a
flash snow storm.

- Ha, I remember.

It took half the day
to get them down.

I miss those two.

So do I.

Zoey?

Yes, Flip?

We'll find
them, won't we?

Yes, we'll find them.

We won't stop until we do.

- You remember what Tinker
said to us back there

about Hunch's castle?

- Yeah, why?

- I don't know.

Do you think she's right?

- That no penguin
in their right mind

would ever go near that place?

- Yes, I think she's
completely right.

But what if--

- What if what, Flip?

- Nothing, that's crazy.

- No, tell me, what
are you thinking?

- What if they didn't go near
Hunch, but Hunch found them?

What business would
Hunch have with penguins?

We don't like him and
he doesn't like us.

- Exactly, what if
he doesn't like us

even more than we thought?

- Oh Flip, this is going
from bad to worse in a hurry.

What do we do?

- Tinker and her reindeer

are scouring the tundra
in two directions.

I'm thinking you and
I should head South

and check out that castle.

- Ah, what a
difference a day makes.

Things are looking up, Mumble,

from a forgotten ruler
in a crumbling castle

to a shining force
to be reckoned with

and I've only just begun
to redraw my legend.

Just imagine how
great it will be

to fill the Lake of
Woe with penguins

while at the same time
obliterating mushrooms

from the Arctic land.

Then and only then my
power and past glory

shall be restored and
creatures all over the world

will again fear the name Hunch.

- It's certain that
the other penguins

will come looking for those
two under the castle, Hunch.

they stick together.

They leave no corner unexplored.

- Let them come.

They'll find out
they're no match for me.

Besides, by the time
they trek this far

from Penguinland,
they'll be so tired,

we won't even have to trick
them like Bondo and Flop.

We could practically
scoop them up

and toss them in
the lake ourselves

without so much as
a second thought.

- I like the sound
of that, Hunch.

And less penguins on the
tundra means more mice

and more mice means
a happier Mumble.

I do love me a full belly.

- A full belly you
will have, my friend.

It's so nice to finally have
a sidekick I can count on.

I'm looking forward
to trying out

many mushroom recipes on
you in the very near future.

- When you say on me, you
mean sampling the recipes,

not like mushroom
glaze on me, right?

- Of course, Mumble, of course.

I'd never turn on you after
the loyalty you've shown

in the mushroom's wake.

- Okay, whew.

- Besides, I hear that
owls have a flat poor taste

that's difficult to digest.

Oh well that we do.

We taste terrible.

One bite can ruin any meal.

- Then don't worry
your feathered head.

I'll dine with you, not on you.

- Good to know.

Hunch, what about
the sheer numbers

of those penguins and mushrooms?

If they rose up in
unison, or worse yet,

banded together, we could
suddenly find ourselves

in an unsavory position here.

- Balderdash.

You see, Mumble, I possess
something those fools

know nothing of,
something that can melt

every last bit of Arctic
ice in one night if I wish,

a mighty talisman, a
secret weapon if you will.

- Melt the Arctic ice, but
if you thaw the Arctic,

that would flood
the entire world,

rising sea levels, deadly whirl
pools, destructive tsunamis.

Precisely.

- What is the secret
weapon, Hunch?

What is it?

- This weapon, Mumble,

is simply known as
the golden snowflake.

That's
it, we've exhausted

every possible escape scenario

and we are trapped
like zoo penguins.

If we ever want to see
another creature's face again,

they'll have to open this
lake to public viewing

and charge admission.

We're finished!

- Just keep your eyes
open, Mr. Sunshine,

this whole castle is crumbling
down around Hunch's ears.

There's got to be
something we missed,

some break in the foundation
we can squeeze through.

- Well maybe if you
didn't eat so much fish

and planted a healthy
garden instead,

you'd be able to fit
through one of these

gaping cracks in the
rock, Mr. Wiseguy.

- Well, maybe if those
googly eyes weren't spinning

around in your
head all the time,

you could focus on a
task and get it done,

like busting us out of here.

- Googly eyes?

Why you dirty--

- Hold up, hold up,
I see something.

Down there on the floor, that
stone is covering something.

Is that a hole?

I think it is.

Good eye, B, let's check it out.

- Whoa, de ja vu.

This place freaks me out, Zoey.

I've only heard
about it before now,

but I used to have
nightmares about it

when I was just a hatchling
and it looks exactly the same.

How is that possible?

- I've heard lots of Hunch's
dark magical powers, Flip.

They say he can alter
the castle's appearance

to resemble your
worst nightmare.

That could explain why you feel

like you've been here before.

- Maybe it was a
mistake coming here.

There's no way Bongo and Flop
came up here on their own.

If they're here,
they were kidnapped.

Well, well,
well, what have we here,

two little penguins out
to conquer their fear?

What did he say?

- No clue,

he's got mashed potatoes
in his mouth or somethin'.

- You could only hope,
you squawking dope.

Let me guess, you're here
to find lost penguins.

What a mess.

- Lost penguins?

How would you know
penguins are lost, owl?

- Yeah, unless you took them.

- I did nothing of the sort.

I'm strictly into rodents.

Other animals only annoy
me, especially penguins.

- Where's Hunch?

- Who wants to know?

- Zoey and Flip
from Penguinland.

- Well, Zoey and Flip
from Penguinland,

your beaks have bitten off
more than they can chew today.

- We'll be the judge of that.

- No you won't, I will.

It's
him, it's Hunch!

- That's right,
penguins, in the flesh.

Tell me, am I
everything you imagined?

- Oh yes, only uglier.

- Uglier, why you little--

- You can't talk to my
friend that way, you, you,

whatever you are.

- The master and ruler of
the entire Arctic region

is what I am.

- That'll be the day.

Penguinland's our home
and Stella's our leader.

You can be as ugly
as you want up here.

We'll be as nice as
we want down there.

- Now, now, little penguins,
we're off on the wrong foot.

Who says we have to quarrel?

Why don't you come inside
and rest your weary feet, hm?

You must be tired
after such a long trek.

- Not tired enough to accept
an invitation from you, Hunch.

- Oh don't be silly.

We should talk it out,
find common ground.

Mumble, be a gentle owl
and go prepare a platter

of fresh anchovies
for our guests.

- Yes Hunch.

- You'd like that,
wouldn't you, anchovies?

Mmhmm, anchovies.

- It's a trick Flip,
don't believe him.

- A trick?

Balderdash, my castle's
kitchen has the best anchovies

in all of Antarctica and
I also have a delightful

underground ice rink you
may dine in, if you wish.

- Oh, ancho, maybe
Hunch is right,

maybe we should give this
place a chance, Zoey.

Flip.

- Sorry I got mad
back there, buddy.

- No worries, Flop,
sorry I called you names,

but the stress was
starting to get to me.

- Yeah, you've never been
great under pressure.

- What's that supposed
to mean, Bucky?

Wow, look at that.

What in the world is it?

- It looks like some
sort of golden snowflake.

Golden snowflake?

Unheard of, what's it for?

Why is it hiding down here?

- Maybe nobody knows about it.

Maybe we just found
a sunken treasure.

- Whoa!

Do you think we're
gonna be rich?

- Not if we sit here
with it forever.

We have to find a
way out now, Flop.

We got into this cave,
we can get out of it.

- Right, you grab
the golden snowflake.

- No, you grab it,
see if it's heavy.

- No way, I'm not touching it.

I saw Raiders of the Lost Ark.

Those things are
always booby trapped.

- Booby trapped how?

What's the worst that
could happen to us now?

- What's the worst
that could happen?

How about a trapdoor opens

and Goblin Sharks
flood this cave,

gnashing, chomping,
those snaggly teeth

coming closer and closer?

- Goblin Sharks?

What are they gonna do,
run across this cave floor?

- Maybe they'll fly.

I saw Sharknado.

- Oh for heaven sake,

will you just grab
the golden snowflake?

- What if it's hot?

- Hot?

Flop, it's 80 below zero
in here, nothing's hot.

Here, I'll prove it.

- You never know
what's going to happen

next at Castle Hunch.

Uh, like an
impromptu magic show.

Voila!

- Bondo!

- Flop!

- Zoey!

- Flip!

- How did you?

- How heart warming.

Castle Hunch, bringing
Arctic creatures

closer together yet again.

- Closer together,
you tricked us!

- And held us prisoner in
that lake under the castle!

Lake under the castle?

- Four against one, hm, I
think I hear Mumble calling.

Must be having trouble with
that electric can opener again.

Owls and kitchenware.

If you penguins will excuse me.

- Are you two okay?

- It was dicey there for a
minute, Zoe, but we're okay.

- Yeah, we managed to
evade the Goblin Sharks.

- Goblin Sharks?

- Never mind, you
don't want to know.

- We've been searching
all over for you guys.

And so have the
North Pole reindeer.

- Stella's worried sick

and we weren't feeling
too optimistic ourselves.

Where did you come from?

How in the world did
you manage to escape?

- It was easy, we used
the golden snowflake.

- The golden snowflake?

It's a long story.

- Why don't you tell us about it

on the way back to Penguinland.

Come on penguins,
let's get out of here.

Deal.

Wait, what
about the anchovies?

- Flip.

- I never did catch
a fish, remember?

I haven't eaten a thing
since I don't know when.

- We're leaving, Flip.

- Just a small plate to go.

Flip!

Okay, okay, geesh.

- I've never been so happy
to see all your smiling faces

as I am right now, penguins.

Welcome home, all of you.

Penguinland missed you
more than you'll ever know.

I've notified Tinker
and the other reindeer

to call off their
search and invited them

to a dinner as a thank you
for all their generous help

and if you must know, you're
all heroes in my eyes.

I'm so happy, I could cry.

- Oh no, when anyone cries
around me, I start crying too.

I can't help it.

- Quick, somebody
think of a joke.

- Um,

um--

- What do penguins
eat for lunch?

- Uh, food talk again.

You know, I still
haven't eaten, you guys.

When are we gonna
plant that ice garden?

- We can get started as soon
as we find enough seeds,

somehow.

- I've taken care of
that too, penguins.

Our friends in the
mushroom village

will be lending us all
the seeds we'll need

for shared harvesting of
the vegetables of course.

- Of course, that's
so nice of them.

- Uh, does that mean I can't
eat for another two weeks?

- No Flip, I've got a
pot of yummy fish stew

on the stove for you as we speak

and there's enough for you
all if you'd like some.

- Whew, sorry in advance if
I take a bite out of the pot.

- Just as long as you
remember to chew, Flip.

- Tell us your joke, Bondo.

What do penguins eat for lunch?

- Ice burgers.

Get it, ice burgers?

Iceberg ers?

Tough crowd.

Very funny, Bondo,
thank you.

I don't get it.

- Those pesky penguins
may think they've

gotten one over on me, Mumble,

but they've got
another thing coming.

I don't
doubt it, Hunch.

- It may take a week, a
month, a year or longer,

but I never forget a beak
that crosses me, understand?

I understand, Hunch.

- I've ruled this Arctic land
for centuries, centuries!

I can bide my time a little
longer, a little longer.

Yes, indeed.

- Indeed, Hunch.

- Those nincompoop birds
may have utilized my

magical golden snowflake
to escape the Lake of Woe,

but in doing so, they
made one fatal error.

Do you know what that
error was, Mumble?

- They didn't thank
you for their stay?

- No, those stupid penguins

left the golden
snowflake behind.

The fools had no idea
how to use it properly,

how to fully harness its power
to their greatest advantage,

how to use it to defeat their
enemies once and for all.

- Ah.

- And now, Mumble, I shall
use this mighty magic rock

to make those little birds
wish they'd never been

hatched in their nests.

And when Penguinland falls,

I'll set my sights on any
mushroom village I can find

and I'll make the biggest
vat of cream of mushroom soup

anyone's ever seen.

It will be such a
colossal vat of steaming,

bubbling, boiling mushroom soup,

that after we've eaten
our fill, Mumble,

we will upend the vat and
flood the Arctic with hot soup.

The icecaps will melt,
the seas will rise,

the land will flood
and then finally,

finally,

the world will belong to Hunch!

- And Mumble.

- What is that?

I didn't hear you.

- Oh nothing, nothing.

- Has anyone ever told
you, you're mealy mouthed?

- On occasion.

- Hm, come Mumble,
upstairs to the bridge.

We have a war to plan.

Penguins and mushrooms alike
won't know what hit them.