Belldranit sat down in front of the TV. He felt tingly inside. "What's wrong with me?" asked Belldranit to himself. "I think I better cut down on the mashed zucchini." Belldranit heard a knock on the door. It was Pengills. "I'm a mashed zucchini scout," explained Pengills. "Want some if you please down right to your knees?" "Stop the rhyming," said Belldranit, getting annoyed. "Penguins don't have knees." "Gobbledygook!" cried Pengills. "Want some in your beak if you speak?" Belldranit put down his flipper and slammed the door. Just as Belldranit was going into the kitchen, a pie magically appeared on the table. Belldranit was furious. "THAT DIRTY APPLE PIE!" screamed Belldranit. "COME TO PAPA!"
To be continued on Chapter 3 (This Pie Is In Trouble)
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