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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.