Later on, I made enough money for an igloo to call home.
I got a blue pet puffle, and later on, a red one.
I named the blue one Fuzzles Jr., and the red one Casey.
I was happy again.
One day I was walking in the plaza when a penguin named Fly29 came up to me.
“Hey, you wanna get rich quick?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I hoped he wasn’t trying to trick me.
“Follow me,” and we went into the pizza parlor.
As we walked in, Fly29 shouted to the penguin at the counter, “THIS IS A ROBBERY , GIVE ME ALL YOUR MONEY !”
“NO!” the penguin at the counter yelped.
“Fuzz! You distract, I’ll take the money, and we run! Meet at your igloo!” He must have bad grammar when he’s excited.
So I distracted everybody.
I pretended to trip.
I pretended to fall and break my fin.
I screeched out in fake pain, and everybody circled around me with mutters of “is she alright?” and “call a doctor!”.
Once Fly29 left, I got up and said, “I’m feeling better,” and ran.
That started my robbery career.