• Percy the Penguin waddled down the long corridor to the secret agent hideout. “That’s the fifth door I’ve passed,” he mumbled to himself. When Percy finally got to the hideout, Chief came up on the giant computer monitor. “Sorry about all the doors, Agent Percy, we’re trying out the ‘movie secret agent’ theme,” he said. Percy noticed some people in the background, dressed in black with earpieces.
    “I called you down here because we have reports of Dr. Von Hausenburg buying one hundred digger machines,” Chief continued, “We need you to go stop whatever no-good scheme he’s up to.” “I’m on it, Chief,” Percy said, running to get a jetpack.
    Heading through the exit in the ceiling, Percy could hear Chief talking to John. John was the go-to guy if you needed anything fixed or made in the agency. “John!” Chief called, “You can take the doors down now, he thinks they’re annoying.” Percy snickered at this. John was always coming up with a new theme for the hideout.
    Percy was high enough up that he could see all of New York. He soon spotted a large crater. “That must be the place,” he said, and starter to descend. When Percy got to the ground, he saw hundreds of construction workers, all armed with shovels and digger machines. Off to the side he saw about five hundred trucks, filled with cheese. “What the-?” he whispered. Percy noticed a portable with the Dr.’s name on it. He ran up to it and kicked in the door.
    “Yes, yes. What is it?” Dr. Von Hausenburg asked, slowly turning around. “Percy the Penguin?” he shouted. The Dr. seeing that the door was off its hinges, sighed. “It wasn’t locked you know,” he said in an annoyed tone.
    “I’m going to ask nicely first,” Percy said, slowly stepping forward, “Please stop whatever it is you are doing and come with me.” Dr. Von Hausenburg looked surprised. “Okay. Let me just tell the workers,” he said, reaching for what looked like a Walky-talky. Percy looked suspicious, but allowed him to do so. “Aha!” Dr. Von Hausenburg yelled. He pushed a button on the remote and a cage fell on Percy.
    The Dr. started pacing back and forth in front of the cage. “Now that I’m sure you can’t stop me, I’ll tell you all about my diabolical plan,” he said. “As you can see, I have hundreds of digger machines out there. They are going to keep digging until they get close enough to the center of the earth that I can make fondue in an instant. With the fondue made, I shall pour is over the city, covering everyone and everything in cheese,” the Dr. was getting louder as he went on. “Then I shall let the mice consume all of the cheese, destroying the city, which I will repopulate with my robots! And with those robots, I will take over the world!” he yelled, then started to laugh evilly. Outside, Percy could hear the sound of the trucks backing up to fill the hole with cheese. “Well, I must be on my way. I need to prepare for world domination,” Dr. Von Hausenburg said after calming down. He was putting on a heat resistant suit, and as he left, he burst into another fit of laugher.
    Percy quickly snatched out his spy phone and took out the laser attachment. Aiming the laser at the bars of the cage, he fired. To Percy’s surprise, nothing happened. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he breathed out. He glanced up and saw a sign. ‘Hello Percy. If you’re reading this, then you have probably tried to escape. Of course you failed though. (Insert evil smile here.) The cage in which you are occupied is laser proof, and electrified. There’s only one way out, but you’ll never be able to find it. Never! (Insert evil laughter here.)’
    Percy took out his spy phone again, dialing the number for the headquarters. Chief answered the phone. “Yes Agent Percy? What’s the problem?” “I’m trapped in a cage at the dig-site. I need you to send someone to help get me out,” Percy replied. “We’re sending an agent right away Agent Percy. They’ll be there soon,” Chief said.
    Percy hung up the phone and waited. In five minutes, the agent was there. Chief had sent Agent George the Gorilla, seeing as he was strong and all. “Hey, George,” Percy said. “Yo Percy. I’ll have you out of there in no time.” George cracked his knuckles and reached for the bars of the cage. “Wait! Don’t touch the-!” Percy started, but George had already touched the bars. “Augh!” George shouted pulling back quickly. He mumbled something Percy couldn’t quite hear.
    Reaching to his side, George pulled a pair of rubber gloves from what Percy assumed was a pocket. Why would you wear pants that match your fur color? Percy wondered. He shrugged the thought off, and watched as George struggled to bend the bars far enough away that he could walk out. “There has…to be…some other way…to get you out,” he said as he continued to struggle with the bars. George gave up with a sigh.
    It had been about forty-five minutes since George had arrived. During that time frame, George continued to try and pry the cage open until his face was red. Percy paced back and forth in the cage. Suddenly he stopped and stared at the wall. “What is that?” he pointed to a large red button on the wall. George went over and read it. “It says: ‘do not push. This button opens the cage so please don’t touch.’ Well would you look at that.” George pushed the button and the cage opened. “I can’t believe we didn’t notice that earlier,” Percy mumbled as he raced out the door. “Thanks George!” he yelled over his shoulder.
    Outside there was a helicopter. What a conveniently placed helicopter. Percy thought. He quickly jumped in and started the engine. Some of the workers looked up and started to run toward the helicopter. Percy lifted it into the air, just out of their grasp, and waved. Percy then took to the skies, in search of the nearest Wal-Mart. “They’re bound to have a giant fondue pot cover,” he mumbled to himself, “Wal-Mart has everything.”
    At that moment, Percy heard a deep rumbling noise. The buildings below were shaking. People rushed out of the buildings to see what was happening. It’s starting… Percy pushed the helicopter forward.
    In about a minute, Percy had landed on the roof of Wal-Mart, and had gone into the store. Running up to a store clerk he yelled, “Where are the fondue pot covers? This is an emergency, I need the biggest one you have!” The clerk’s eyes were so wide that they looked as if they might fall out of her head. She pointed Percy in the right direction and he took off running.
    With the pot cover paid for and strapped to the helicopter, Percy took off again. As he flew over the city, he could see thousands of people in the streets, gawking at the volcano that had sprung up in a matter of hours.
    When he finally reached the volcano, five minutes later, it was boiling over. Just then, something hit the helicopter, making it drop. Percy quickly regained control and looked around for what had hit him. In front of him was another helicopter. “I see you managed to escape the cage,” Dr. Von Hausenburg said over the speaker in his helicopter. He then shot at Percy’s helicopter, but this time Percy dodged it. “Yea. It wasn’t easy. You’ve gotten better, I’ll give you that,” Percy replied, “But you’re still not good enough to win.”
    Percy shot at the Dr., which started a full on fight to the “death”. Both Percy and Dr. Von Hausenburg flew around each other at full speed. That wasn’t such an easy thing, considering that these helicopters weren’t built for what was going on. Not to mention the fact that Percy had a giant pot cover dangling from his helicopter.
    Percy finally had the chance of a perfect shot. He took it without hesitation. No need to drag this on any longer. Percy hit the Dr.’s helicopter in both of the rotors, leaving it virtually immobile. “No!” Dr. Von Hausenburg shouted. He put on a parachute and jumped out of the helicopter before it got too low. He pulled open the parachute and started to float away with the wind. “You haven’t seen the last of me, Percy the Penguin!”
    Percy lowered the pot onto the fondue “volcano”. The crowd that had gathered at the dig site started to cheer, as well as the people in buildings around the area.
    When Percy finally got back to land, the Chief was driving up with some other agents. “Good job Agent Percy,” he said as he stepped out of the van. “All in a day’s work,” Percy replied. “We’re getting some agents to get rid of Mt. Fondoom over there.” Chief pointed to the cheesy volcano. Some of the agents were snickering at the pun he’d just made. “Well, you can head on home now. You deserve some rest after today,” the Chief continued. “Thanks Chief,” Percy said. He waddled to the van to pick up a jetpack.
    As he took off, the crowd started cheering again. Percy hovered over them and gave them a quick wave. Then he pushed a button on the jetpack, making it go full speed, and zoomed out of sight.