Chapter 1:

Skipper and the Penguins were on their way to Coney Island. They were on a top secret mission to track down their dolphin nemesis Dr. Blowhole. Word was, Blowhole was constructing a diabolical device that would turn humans into cannibalistic beings controlled by him… well, that was according to Kowalski, the Penguin group's personal analyst.

The Penguins were hitching a ride to Coney Island by subway. They watched their backs with high alert, for they knew that coming to Coney Island wasn't going to be easy: they had to look out for some of Blowhole's lobster cronies.

"Stand on high alert, boys!" warned Skipper. "This whole trip could definitely be a trap. Knowing Dr. Blowhole…" But before he could finish his sentence, the subway came to a screeching halt. No one, but the Penguins, were on this particular subway… otherwise if there were people on board, then some would notice them.

The Penguins stood their ground as the subway came to a stop. The lights flickered, which made them shutter… but not too much. Suddenly the lights were turned off. It was pitch dark. In fact, the subway that they were on… had stopped in a tunnel… with no way off getting out.

"Skipper," Private whimpered, "What's going on?"

"Huh?" Rico chirped, looking around in the dark.

"Kowalski!" Skipper said immediately. "Status report!"

"The subway has made a complete stop in a really dark tunnel," Kowalski explained, looking around as well. "There's no possible way of getting out of here… unless we climb up and break through the ceiling… then again… the ceiling is made of strong metal, as well as the subway itself."

"Not if we try," Skipper contradicted. "Now is the time to ditch this dark of despair and whatnot! Up in arms, boys!"

So the Penguins hopped on the tops of the subway seats and climbed up the railings to get to the ceiling. Once there, Rico threw up a stick of dynamite and threw it upward. The brief impact and explosion created a big hole in the ceiling, just big enough for the Penguins to get through to get on the top of the subway.

The Penguins successfully made it onto the roof. The group was ready to tackle anything!

"Stand your ground, men!" Skipper muttered. "Dr. Blowhole might have rigged this train!"

"How can you be so sure, Skipper?" a voice asked from the darkness. The voice sounded dangerously familiar! Could it be Dr. Blowhole?

"Show yourself, Blowhole!" Skipper yelled out. "Don't be a coward!"

"I'll show myself, peng-you-in," the voice said, "when you come back inside."

"Inside?" Private squeaked.

"Inside what?" Skipper questioned.

Suddenly, a red laser cut around where the Penguins were standing, allowing them to fall through! The Penguins fell back into the train and landed hard onto the floor. As the group quickly got up, they found themselves face-to-face with Dr. Blowhole!

"So kind for you peng-you-ins to drop in!" Blowhole greeted playfully yet wickedly.

"Yeah, great way for me and my boys to stick the landing," Skipper said with sarcasm. "Now, what are you up to?"

"Nothing," Blowhole answered.

The Penguins exchanged confused looks with each other. Skipper managed to spit out, "What do you mean 'nothing'? No diabolical plan to turn people into cannibalistic psychos? No controlling people?"

"Silly peng-you-in," snarled Dr. Blowhole. "Did you really believe that I was planning something like that? There is no plan to turn humans in cannibals! In fact, that plan was fake. I came up with this fraudulent plan, so that I could leer you peng-you-ins into my trap."

"What does 'fraudulent' mean?" Private asked.

" 'Fraudulent' means…" Kowalski began, but was cut off by the sound of a cage being set on top of the Penguins. They were now trapped in a cage!

"Good work, Appley," Dr. Blowhole said to somebody from the back of the train.

"Appley?" Skipper asked. He looked at his buddies and asked, "Who's Appley?"

"That would be me," a feminine voice said from the back. The person emerges from that area and revealed herself to the penguins. She was an evil apple with spider-like legs.

"I don't believe this!" Kowalski exclaimed. "She's a… talking apple?"

"Okin' a-ball?" Rico spat out.

"That's right!" The Bad Apple replied. "I am the Bad Apple… the terror of a town called Bumblyburg…"

Private's eyes widened. "A town called Bumblyburg?" he whispered.

"…a nightmare of tempting proportions…"

"Temptation?" Private found himself listening closely.

"… and public enemy number one, according to a superhero named Larry-Boy!"

"Larry-Boy!" Private was careful to whisper.

"My new partner-in-crime will be assisting me in destroying you peng-you-ins!" proclaimed Dr. Blowhole. "Too bad this Larry-Boy character isn't here to come and rescue you flightless foes. Besides, as far as I'm concerned, Larry-Boy has no jurisdiction in Coney Island. This is my turf, not his."

" What does 'jurisdiction' mean?" Private couldn't help but ask.

" 'Jurisdiction' means…" Kowalski was about to say, but Appley cut him off by saying, "Who cares? Dr. Blowhole and I are now taking you to his place, and there's nothing you can do to stop us!"

Private shook his head and grabbed something from under his flipper. It was a pager… not just any pager… it was a Larry-Pager! He could signal Larry-Boy for help! He had heard many stories of the cucumber superhero and admired his heroism. The superhero gave him the pager for emergencies… and now was definitely an emergency!

So Private pushed a button on the pager and then placed the device back under his flipper when the bad guys weren't looking.