A/N: I watched happy feet yesterday. Three times. I kid you not. And the more I thought about it, the more I thought "I can't believe this hasn't been done already!". So, here we are. Forgive my absolute dorkocity. Now, for everyone who doesn't know.

Ramon: the only one with brown hair.

Raul: the one without a 'hairdo'.

Rinaldo: the one with a black 'flattop'.

Nestor: the one with the spiked up hairdo.

Lombardo: the one with the black Mohawk.

Como Va?

Prologue

"'Ey, Ramon!"

"Try and keep up, amigos!" The shortest of the five Adelie penguins stood up straight. He sent them a mock salute before dropping backwards off the edge of the icy cliff.

The other four laughed, waddling quickly to the edge. They peered down as their friend slid down the steep slope. "You crazy man!" Lombardo called, only to be pushed by one of the others.

"Let's go!" Nestor cried, and one by one, the last three jumped down.

They slid over slopes and through tunnels, occasionally crashing into one another, but laughing the entire way. Ramon landed first, stumbling clumsily before managing to straighten himself. He held his flippers up proudly, a huge grin on his face. "Beat tha-AH!"

Lombardo crashed into his back, sending him onto his stomach. Nestor than smashed into Lombardo, Raul into Nestor, and Rinaldo into Raul, squishing all five of them together like sardines.

"'Ey, got off me man," Nestor groaned, stuck right in the center.

"Don't pretend like you don't like it," Ramon grunted as he climbed out from beneath the others, shaking the frost from his feathers.

"You're not as irresistible as you think you are, Ramon," Rinaldo smirked, earning an 'OHHH!' from the others.

Ramon didn't mind, laughing with the others. They began to waddle back toward their home, waving their flippers in rhythm with one another. Raul paused, frowning as he spotted a shape in the distance, floating in the ocean.

"Hey guys, look," he spoke up, catching his friends' attention. "It's one of those alien thingies."

"Hey, you're right," Nestor spoke up, blinking. He started toward the ice's edge, followed soon by the other four. It had been months since anyone had seen any sign of the aliens. Since the return of the fish, no one had questioned it. Why bother when the problem had been solved?

They stood at the edge as the aliens' object continued toward them. "Think it's friendly?" Rinaldo asked, glancing over his shoulder at his friends.

"Only one way to find out," came Ramon's response.

They waited until the strange object was close enough for them to see the aliens standing on it. They exchanged glances before they simultaneously began to tap their feet against the ice, creating a steady rhythm. They watched the aliens anxiously for a response. They could hear the aliens communicating with one another, but none knew what they were saying.

"I'm not sure about this guys," Lombardo spoke up hesitantly, taking a step back. "Let's get out of here. They began to step back when suddenly, they saw the aliens point something toward them.

"'Ey, what in the hell is tha-" A huge bang echoed through the air. All five penguins scrambled, unsure of what had just happened. Lombardo yelped, hitting the ice with a hard thud as he felt a sharp pain in the rear.

"These guys are loco!" Ramon cried, hurrying to the fallen penguin to try and help him up.

"What is that?" Rinaldo asked, wrapping his flipper around the sharp object that had hit Lombardo and pulling it out. It had some sort of foreign liquid in it.

Lombardo groaned, trying to push himself up again, but his limbs were too weak. "Hey man, I can't move…" He closed his eyes, lying on his stomach again.

"Lombardo, stay with us, buddy!"

Lombardo didn't hear the other four bangs, or the panicked sounds of his confused friends. He didn't feel the 'aliens' picking them up and placing them in crates. He didn't feel the boat ride from Antartica to South America, or the long flight from South America to New York City.